Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

Chapter 230 The letter brought by Vivien

The sun was setting, and the lunch break passed quickly. As the huge clock sounded the long chime that represented work, Charlie finally woke up from his sleep.

His long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly for a few times, then slowly opened them and let out a long yawn. Then he stood up from the seat, stretched his torso as usual, and tried his best to pull

Stretch out some stiff bones.

After the crisp sounds of "krack" came, Charlie finally exhaled a long and comfortable breath, which confirmed that he was completely awake.

After waking up, he opened the curtains behind him and let the sunlight shine into the originally dark office. Unexpectedly, he saw Vivien's thick body standing there like a sculpture at the edge of the window, with wings stained with

A few strands of crystal visible to the naked eye

The glistening ice crystals, two long feathers swayed slightly in the wind, and a pair of eyes were half-opened and half-closed. It was not until he saw Charlie that he symbolically moved his head left and right, as if to tell him that he was still alive. He no longer knew.

How long have you been waiting for him...

"Oh, Vivien..."

Charlie's eyes widened a bit, and he immediately became sober. After taking a breath, he looked at the owl in front of him, unconsciously patted his forehead in embarrassment, and showed a stiff smile.

It was probably because there were too many things yesterday that kept him busy. Only now did Charlie suddenly realize that his owl was not at home all Christmas.

And Vivien seemed to know what he was thinking. Pu flapped his wings twice, and there was unconcealed resentment in his eyes.

"Oh my god, poor little guy, sorry, sorry..."

Seeing this, Charlie quickly opened the window, ignoring the cold wind howling outside, saying sorry, and put it in again.

"Crash..."

Raising his head, he watched Vivien skillfully flapping her wings and flying into the office along the opened gap. Charlie couldn't help but smooth a few strands of hair that fell from his forehead and asked curiously.

"Where did you go yesterday?"

"Gu——"

In mid-air, the hovering Vivien called out, seemingly answering Charlie's question, but judging from the anger and dissatisfaction in its eyes at this moment, Charlie knew that it was more likely that it was simply scolding him.

.

It seemed to be tired, so it didn't stay much longer. After chirping and circling and saying a few bird-like curse words, its claws loosened and a ravaged, wrinkled letter was dropped on it.

Then he landed on the top of the hanger, combed the already messy feathers with his beak, and stopped talking to Charlie.

Charlie knew that Vivien's anger would probably not go away for a while. He grinned, but didn't say anything more. Instead, he reached into the drawer and took out a handful of his favorite salt-baked bread.

The dried rat was sprinkled in the corner of the long case, as an apology, and he waited for the other party to lose his temper and eat.

After all this was done, his eyes fell on the letter. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and hooked his index finger, and an invisible force wrapped the letter, floating like an invisible wind, and sent it into his body.

in hands.

After taking the crumpled letter paper and looking at the familiar phoenix pattern on the lacquer seal, Charlie suddenly felt a sense of understanding. When his brows relaxed, they raised a little more, and the smile at the corner of his mouth also got wider. He glanced at it again

Vivien on a hanger

"It seems like you spent Christmas with Principal Dumbledore, right?... It's a shame I'm so worried about you not being able to catch mice alone in the snowy woods."

Vivien was still arranging her feathers carefully, and from time to time she would use the claws hidden under her thick body to scrape away the ice crystals and melting snowflakes. She ignored Charlie's teasing as if she was angry as usual.

Without provoking the other party, Charlie's eyes returned to the letter.

"Okay, let's see, on the first day after Christmas... what will our Headmaster Albus Dumbledore write to me?"

While muttering to himself, he opened the envelope that was branded with fire paint, slowly took out the letter paper, and read it line by line.

"Dear Charlie, how are you? Merry Christmas! First of all, I would like to say congratulations on your 'Wind-Sniffing Violet' being such a huge success in the British wizarding community, of course, there is no doubt about it.

, whether it is from its wonderful taste or amazing effects, I could foresee the arrival of this moment when I took the first bite of it..."

"Ever since you smashed Voldemort's conspiracy, I have been taking over the Defense Against the Dark Arts class... To be honest, I haven't taught students for a long time. Even if I am fully prepared, when

When I actually stand on the podium, my heart still feels tense for no reason...

Of course, professors have a hard job. Even if I have only been a substitute professor for less than a few weeks, I have a deep understanding of this. I think, maybe I should pay Professor Snape more salary and call him

He was on top for a while, after all, I guess he was happy with it anyway... Ha, just kidding."

Charlie read every paragraph and sentence above carefully, and the expression on his face softened and relaxed unconsciously. It was as if Dumbledore was sitting in his office, eating candy and looking like a

A very ordinary old man chatting with himself about his daily life.

This is the reason why Charlie has been communicating with Principal Dumbledore. In addition to the identity of the other party and the posthumous relationship between the two for many years, his letter and every word in the letter also seems to be flowing with cuteness.

The temperature you feel is average. It is like the flames of a phoenix, quietly wrapping your soul. It is not hot, but a kind of warmth from the inside out.

And just when Charlie was putting all his thoughts and emotions into Dumbledore's words, Vivien, who was combing her hair solemnly just now, started to move slowly on the clothes rack.

A pair of eyes that were like two gems moved around mischievously, and then unsurprisingly fell on the salt-baked dried rat placed on the long table.

She raised her head slightly and glanced at Charlie. Seeing that Charlie was really not paying attention to it but was concentrating on the letter in front of her, Vivien finally stopped her pretentious behavior. Then she shook quite reservedly.

Shaking his wings, he pushed hard with his two little paws, and at lightning speed, like an angry bird that was ejected, he rushed straight to the position of the rat on the table.

——Then with a "bang" sound, it hit the table and rolled around a few times with all its strength, and finally fell onto the table with difficulty.

"It's time for you to lose weight."

Charlie's eyes still didn't move away from the letter, but listening to the voice, he could already predict what happened, so when Vivien climbed up with difficulty with her legs and wings, he added abruptly,

The other party made another round of "swearing".

Principal Dumbledore's letter was not very long. Finally, after chatting with Charlie about daily life as usual, he stated the purpose of the letter at the bottom of the letter.

"...I hope you can take time to come over in the next few days. Just like I told you when I was in my office last time, I have something that I may need your help with."

(End of chapter)