Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

The Christmas dinner seems to be like a momentary carnival. Although it is brilliant, it can only be regarded as a moderate ups and downs in the straight line that extends smoothly most of the time in life.

In the early morning of the next day, the heavy snow that was still falling last night had stopped at some point, coating the factory with a layer of silver. The dark clouds dispersed, the sun rose in the east, and the sun was just right at the moment.

Then under the warmth of the sun outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Charlie yawned, casually leaning on the back of the seat with his legs crossed, holding the book of Voldemort's notes in his hand, reading every word with lazy eyes.

"Good morning, Master Charlie!"

Charlie didn't have to wait too long, and soon Russell's voice appeared outside the door as scheduled every morning.

"I brought today's Daily Prophet as well as coffee and cookies..."

The familiar voice drew his attention back to the display, which seemed to be filled with magical words.

"Come in."

As Charlie spoke, he raised his head and at the same time moved the fingers holding the note slightly to put it into the space.

After the door opened, Russell was seen walking in with a plate in his hand and an energetic look on his face.

He first walked slowly to the office manager, stood on tiptoes and put Charlie's breakfast on it, then took out the newspaper from behind that had just been delivered and the smell of ink had not dissipated, and handed it to the other party's hand.

"I thought Master would sleep a little longer... After all, there were so many things happened yesterday, Master Charlie must be very tired."

After taking a few steps back and standing in the center of the office, Russell folded his hands neatly in front of him and said with a smile.

It seemed that Russell's words were confirmed. As soon as he finished speaking, a long yawn came from Charlie's mouth opposite, with a hint of exhaustion.

But even so, Charlie still just shook his head.

"Oh, I also want to sleep a little longer..."

As he spoke, he unfolded the newspaper and spread it flat on the desk, then raised his hand to pick up the coffee cup with steam rising upwards.

"But I can't help it, I'm used to it."

The hot coffee rippled, and slowly entered Charlie's mouth as the cup tilted. Feeling the mellowness and bitterness swirling between the taste buds. The originally tired spirit was finally shaken, and his eyes were as usual.

It became clear.

"Let's wait until noon... After lunch, I'll take a nap."

After saying that, he no longer looked at Russell, but instead set his sights on the "Daily Prophet" in front of him. While sipping the lingering fragrance of coffee in his mouth, he studied the latest day's news and consultation word by word.

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Sure enough, it was not what Charlie expected.

When he saw the headline at the top of the Daily Prophet, a smile immediately appeared on his lips.

I saw that on the top of the first page of the front page, in a particularly eye-catching font and an exaggerated tone, it read: "Wind-Sniffing Violet Candies—Charlie Black's Christmas to the Whole Wizarding World"

Gift!!!"

As for the title, it occupies almost half of the space on the first page, and eloquently describes the unprecedented response it has caused in the British wizarding world since the candy was released yesterday. There is no hesitation in it.

The article pointed out that after eating this candy, there will be an indescribable feeling of lightness, just

In a blink of an eye, your thoughts and spirit can transcend the past and reach an unprecedented state. Regarding this terrifying effect that is comparable to a magic potion, the author of this article even used the phrase "enough to make Merlin...

"Unparalleled in the world" put Charlie Black and his new candy in the heavens.

Charlie read the article carefully word for word. When he encountered something "well written", he would stop and read it several times. He would also gently nod his head to show his approval.

After reading an article, he felt refreshed and refreshed by the 360-degree rainbow fart.

Charlie liked to hear this kind of praise. Even as a time traveler with knowledge far beyond this era, he had already seen through at the first glance that the essence of this article was a commercial "soft article".

But that didn't stop him from praising the author of this article for his excellent writing style. Even Russell, who admired himself 12/10, might have no choice but to surrender after reading this article.

You must know that although this kind of soft article has already become a bad thing in the 21st century, when placed in a newspaper in the 20th century, it is undoubtedly a dimensionality-reducing blow.

Especially for wizards who have not been bombarded with information, this thing is even more shocking.

However, more importantly, the price of an article like this that is so enthusiastically praised on the front page will definitely not be cheap... According to the previous cooperation between Charlie and the Daily Prophet, at least it will be.

The price is thousands of galleons. And if I remember correctly, it seems that I have not ordered any similar publicity measures...

Just when Charlie couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart, his eyes continued to move downward, and he glanced at the author's name at the end of the article.

"Barnabas Guffey......"

A sip of coffee went down his throat. Charlie muttered the name thoughtfully, and soon the corresponding figure appeared in his mind. It was the editor-in-chief whom he met in Fudge's office that day.

Thinking of the other party's sincerity and respectful attitude when he came into contact with him that day, the smile on Charlie's face became a little more meaningful.

"It seems...this is a Christmas gift from my new friend?"

After saying that, he drank all the remaining coffee in the coffee cup in one gulp.

After exhaling a breath of hot breath with satisfaction, he raised his head and ordered Russell, who had been standing quietly waiting for his meal.

"Write a letter for me later..."

"Okay, Master Charlie, who do you want to write to?"

"Barnabas Guffey, editor of the Daily Prophet. Just write, um..."

After drinking the coffee, Charlie picked up the cookie that had not been touched just now. After taking a bite of it, he pondered for a moment and said

"Thank you Mr. Guffey for the Christmas gift you gave me. I like it very much."

After finishing speaking, he paused again, pointed his finger on the newspaper, rubbed the words written with magic ink on it, and continued.

"If you have time, we can meet and chat casually."

"Is that all, Master Charlie?"

Seeing that Charlie stopped talking, Russell, who was taking notes carefully in his notebook, raised his head and asked.

"That's all I have to say, just help me polish the rest."

Charlie buried his head again, and seemed not to take this matter too seriously. After speaking, he continued to enjoy his breakfast.