Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

Chapter 237 Gao Biqi Sanchez

In 1991, "Emily in Paris" had not yet been broadcast, but the filter of "Romantic City" had already shrouded this supposedly mixed city, attracting countless young boys and girls looking for the so-called "dream"

” and “true love” and flocked to them without hesitation.

The present that greets them is often not too beautiful. In a dark night, an equally dark person will use a pitch-black muzzle to shatter all the illusions he had when he arrived.

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As the plane landed and glided to a standstill on the airport runway, the trip lasted less than three hours. Charlie's first flight experience since his reincarnation finally came to an end, and it also represented his departure from British magic.

The world officially sets foot on the territory of the French magical world.

"Peng..."

I didn't wait too long, and soon, a muffled sound was heard. The door of the plane slowly opened.

Standing up and putting the magazine at hand back to its original place, Charlie moved his shoulders and politely said goodbye to the old gentleman sitting next to him wearing a plaid trench coat, and then leisurely followed the crowd.

Got off the plane.

Since Britain and France are actually not too far apart, and the climate is also very different, when Charlie just walked out of the cabin and came to the gangway, a cold wind carrying a bit of ice was blowing in his face.

It brushed past his ears again. Even though he was a little tired from staying in the cabin, the sudden cold wind also made Charlie unconsciously pull the already thick down jacket a little tighter.

As he walked down the gangway, Charlie took a deep breath of air and felt the cold feeling with some exotic flavor pouring from his nose into his lungs. His head, which was still a little groggy, immediately became clear again.

A lot. Looking at the bright and clear sky above his head, which was obviously bluer than London, the corners of Charlie's mouth couldn't help but raise slightly.

He took out the iron ball that he had been playing with from his pocket again, picked it up high, and watched the light reflecting brilliantly along the metal-carved outer shell, his eyes flashing.

Time became hazy. He murmured

"At your invitation, Master Nicolas Flamel, I have arrived in Paris."

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When Charlie walked calmly along the airport passage, there were people outside holding signs waiting for his arrival.

A young man with strange colored thick-framed glasses, two raised eyebrows, and a tall and thin figure like a 1.9-meter-long bamboo pole was currently in the arrival hall, holding a pick-up sign and looking back and forth eagerly and hotly.

.From time to time, he would raise his right hand and carefully arrange his hair, which was already full of mousse, for fear that there would be something wrong.

When Charlie walked into the arrival hall, he immediately spotted this weirdo who stood out from the crowd and the pick-up sign in his hand, so he naturally raised his hand and waved, and walked in the direction of the man.

"here."

"Check, Mr. Charlie Black!"

The man looked at Charlie, who was getting closer, and his eyes suddenly lit up behind his ridiculous glasses. He hurriedly took three steps with his long legs and then trotted with two steps. He took the lead in facing the opponent. After stopping in front of the opponent, he quickly

Then he leaned down slightly and asked in a low voice with a bit of excitement and nervousness.

"Excuse me...are you Mr. Charlie Black from Greater Manchester?"

"Yes, it's me."

He seemed to be shocked by the unique appearance of the person in front of him. After he really saw the person coming, Charlie looked at the tall young man from top to bottom, and then nodded calmly.

In response, he politely extended his right hand and asked in passing.

"Who are you…………"

"Gao Biqi Sanchez, sir!"

The man introduced hurriedly, and at the same time, he leaned a little lower, stretched out his right hand, and held it with Charlie in a very solemn manner.

"If you want, you can also call me little Sanchez." Gao Biqi Sanchez continued to explain in a low voice.

"Nakl is yours..."

"Nacre Sanchez is my father. Christmas has just passed and he has a bunch of sales reports and orders to deal with. Suddenly he learned that you were coming to Paris and couldn't spare any time, so he had no choice but to ask me to replace you.

He will come to pick you up."

"That's it."

Hearing this, Charlie's expression showed some understanding, and the calmness on his face remained unchanged. He patted the back of little Sanchez's hand affectionately and joked warmly.

"He's always like this. Your father has always been a man who loves work. I have advised him more than once in letters to him to take care of his body and find more reliable helpers to help him deal with it.

Regarding work matters... it seems that he still didn’t listen to me this year.”

After hearing this, little Sanchez nodded in agreement, showing an expression of approval, and then continued what Charlie said with emotion: "Since I can remember, my father has been a meticulous and dedicated person in his work. After cooperating with you,

It gets even worse

He was so overwhelmed that he would never let anyone else look at such extremely important seasonal reports or documents. He would sit in front of his desk and review them one by one before packing them up and sorting them out.

Posted to the UK and delivered to you."

Charlie was not surprised by what little Sanchez said. He turned his head and continued to talk while looking towards the exit of the arrivals hall.

"It is because of his character that I dare to give him the agency and distribution rights of the French magic world without reservation. If it were another person, I would have to think twice."

"Um...yeah."

Little Sanchez responded, but I don't know if it was because of Charlie's words. At this moment, the original smile on his face suddenly became a little forced, and behind the exaggerated glasses, there was a little bit that was not easy to detect.

It was so complicated. In just one breath, he readjusted his state.

After carefully putting away the pick-up sign, he gently shook his head and said nothing more, leading Charlie towards the exit.

"Mr. Black, you haven't registered this trip with the Ministry of Magic yet, right?... In that case, I will take you to register with the Ministry of Magic first."

Ever since he met Charlie, little Sanchez's waist has never straightened up. Even during the short journey the two of them left from the airport, he followed Charlie with such humility, like a...

…XL Russell.

(End of chapter)