Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

"..." Scrimgeton paused again.

Seeing that just a name could bring about such a big reaction to these heinous people, Charlie had no choice but to put away the wand again with shock in his mind.

Although, as an old Auror who has been on the battlefield, he naturally knows what kind of person Charlie Black, who seems to be a kind and successful businessman now, was back then.

But Scrimgeour never expected that in the eyes of all the Death Eaters, fear would have formed like a conditioned reflex.

After coughing twice to relieve some of the embarrassment, he continued to pretend to be extremely normal and nonchalant and moved forward to lead Charlie.

"Okay, don't pay attention to these disgusting little minions. We are about to reach the cell where Bellatrix is ​​held..."

After looking around for a week, seeing that no one dared to speak out, Charlie couldn't help but smile and nodded. It seemed that he still missed the time during the war...

"Well, that's great, I can't wait to meet my dear sister."

The prison and the prison-like corridors once again returned to the silence of the past, as if a monster had just exposed its fangs, and before even opening its fangs and claws a few times, it impatiently retracted into the abyss invisible to the naked eye.

This is true for both Dementors and felons, which inevitably makes people feel a bit anticlimactic.

"Um, Charlie...I'm sorry, can I call you that?"

On the way to the cell where Bellatrix was held, Scrimgeour still couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart, and suddenly turned around and spoke.

"Of course." Charlie agreed happily. After all, he was naturally happy to be friends with an Auror office director.

Although it seems now that as a conscientious businessman, I have nothing to ask for from the other party... But in the future, who can tell what kind of development will happen?

"Thank you." Scrimgeour nodded.

I don't know if it was Charlie's misunderstanding, but he seemed to see a slight relaxation in the other party's serious expression...

"I'm just curious...those bastards feel like they've been stung by a poisonous scorpion when they hear your name."

At this point, Scrimgeour paused, and a smile appeared on his lips. He didn't know why he was happy.

"To be honest, I have never seen those bastards who crazily worship the mysterious man react like this. What exactly did you do to them in that battle?"

"Well..."

Charlie raised his brows slightly, thought for a moment in silence, and then answered casually

"Maybe it's because too many Death Eaters died in my hands... From the time I joined the war until the end, I suffered no fewer than twenty assassinations.

Poisoning, sneak attacks, ambushes, suicide squad attacks... about a hundred of Voldemort's men were involved before and after..."

Scrimgeour's expression couldn't help but move, and his eyes widened a bit. Although he didn't speak, his expression showed the shock in his heart.

After all, although he understood that as the brightest new star on the battlefield, Charlie would inevitably suffer a targeted attack from Voldemort. But he never expected that Voldemort would be so "interested" in him.

What makes Scrimgeour even more incredible is that even under such "special care", Charlie Black can still stand here intact, and even on the surface, there is no trace of the original...

This also gave him a deeper understanding of the horror of Charlie's strength.

However, what Scrimgeour did not expect was that even so, he was still one-sided...

Just listen to Charlie minding his own business and continue what he just said.

"...Only one person survived, and the rest all died in my hands."

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Since then, the director of the Auror Office, who had been chatting with him on the way, became completely silent.

He kept walking forward with his head lowered, not knowing what he was thinking.

It wasn't until the two of them gradually entered the deepest part of the area where serious criminals were detained that he seemed to finally recover from Charlie's words...

"That's Bellatrix Lestrange ahead."

Scrimgeour stretched out his hand, pointed to a cell not far away, and said.

Charlie nodded without saying anything. He paused for half a second, then continued to keep up with the other person's pace, slowly walking towards his sister whom he had not seen for a long time...

"Bellatrix Lestrange..."

Scrimgeour stood in front of the somewhat rusty iron gate, took out his wand, and gently tapped the railing above while calling her name.

"Someone comes to see you."

It seemed that he intentionally did not step forward immediately. Looking at Scrimgeour's actions and looking at the darkness behind the door where nothing could be seen, he couldn't help but have some complicated thoughts in his heart.

In a daze, Charlie seemed to have returned to his childhood, to the home controlled by Signus, and Bellatrix's arrogant and crazy posture became clear from his memory, calling

He frowned subconsciously.

Following Scrimgeour's call, there was movement in the dark cell. A hoarse female voice slowly came out.

"Look at me? It's so strange... I thought everyone who could die is almost dead."

The woman's voice was low, but there was still a hint of inevitable madness in her mood.

It seemed that she hadn't communicated with anyone for a long time. After sighing, she continued to speak quietly without waiting for Scrimgeour to say something else.

"Who is it? Let me guess...Lucius Malfoy? Or Igor Karkarov...or...Corban Yaxley...No, it shouldn't be him,

He is not qualified to be here. Could it be that..."

Without letting her continue talking, Charlie sighed, walked forward slowly, and greeted calmly in the direction of the voice from the cell.

"Long time no see...my dear eldest sister."

Suddenly, Bellatrix's voice stopped, as if a tape had jammed.

There was no sound in the cell anymore, as if everything they heard just now was an illusion.

After a long time, with a burst of rustling, Bellatrix slowly walked out of the darkness step by step.

However, at this moment, she did not see the so-called excitement and joy of her relatives on her face...but only great irony and hatred reflected in her bloodshot eyes.

"Look, who I thought was coming here to see me... turns out to be you, Charlie Black."