Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

Chapter 248 Nacre Sanchez

At this moment, in an extremely simple room...

The room is not too big, and there are very few things. There is only a bed, a bedside table, a table and two chairs. Other than that, there is nothing else that can be called furniture...

Even the table was occupied by many drugs and stacked documents. Except for a glass vase with sickly flowers, there was no less depressing color.

On the bed, a man with a haggard face, a hooked nose, and thin lips was sitting upright wearing loose clothes. Five or six plastic hoses about the thickness of a finger extended from his clothes and were connected to the elevated shelf beside the bed.

Several hanging glass bottles are connected to each other.

With the ups and downs of breathing, several glass bottles also swayed slightly in the air, and occasionally bumped together gently, making a crisp sound.

There were about five or six softly stuffed pillows placed between his waist and the head of the bed, as if he hoped to use them as support so that his already painful body could lean on them to alleviate some of the pain.

In front of the man, there was a flat bed table. The top of the bed table was still the same as the table below, covered with many documents that had been written or not written. He used both hands to

He rested his arms on the table, bent his head in concentration, and used the pen in his hand to write neat handwriting on the sheets of paper.

The man did not use a magic quill that could write automatically like an ordinary wizard to deal with the task in front of him. Instead, like a stubborn old antique, he insisted on keeping his already blue fingers tightly wrapped around the body of the pen, just like he

I, even though I have run out of energy, still have many matters of the company in my hands.

Just like that, I don't know how long it took, but a soft and rhythmic knock on the door suddenly sounded, breaking the original silence of the long-silent room.

"Enter."

The man spoke concisely and concisely, without raising his head. He was still processing documents one after another in his hands, and he was thinking about something with his eyebrows crossed from time to time, without any intention of stopping.

After receiving the man's consent, the door slowly opened. Gao Biqi Sanchez walked into the room with a forced smile on her face and a bouquet of flowers in her arms.

"Father, are you feeling better?"

Little Sanchez stopped walking beside the man's bed, then bowed slightly, and greeted softly with the same respect as when serving Charlie Black.

And the identity of this man was also revealed with the title of little Sanchez. He is the father of Gao Biqi Sanchez, and now the general agent of Charlie Candy in the French magic world, Nacquel Sanchez.

Nackel then stopped what he was doing and raised his head. His sharp eyes like an eagle's eyes slowly swept over little Sanchez's body. After a long time, he withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, but did not pay attention to the other party's greetings.

Instead, he asked in a self-conscious manner.

"Have you already met Mr. Black?"

Little Sanchez, who had long been accustomed to his father's attitude, looked as usual, and his eyes were not calm and silent.

"Well, we've met."

Nodding, he slowly unpacked the bouquet of flowers in his arms. As he spoke, he separated the flower branches and smoothed them out. Then he walked to the table and took out the original flowers in the vase.

New flowers were put in.

"Mr. Black is a very kind man, friendly and approachable. People unconsciously want to regard him as their backbone and respect him from the bottom of their hearts."

Having said this, little Sanchez couldn't help but smile a little, as if he was recalling the compliment the other party had just given to his painting in the cafe, and even his tone was full of admiration.

"Hmph..." However, facing his evaluation, Nuckl sneered and then said

"If you only notice these, then you are still too young, and those superficial things are just what he wants you to see."

"Mr. Black... is a great hero!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but pause for a moment. He raised his head and looked at the plain white ceiling. A bit of reminiscence appeared in Nuck's eyes.

"Before knowing him, the Sanchez family was just an ordinary merchant who managed to survive by reselling potions. Everything stemmed from the wonderful fate brought about by that trip to England... It was precisely because of his wise

Decision-making and those magical candies have led to the current status of Sanchez and others in the French magic world. With countless accumulations of wealth, even those officials from the Ministry of Magic have to give three cents of noodles!!"

"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough"

A somewhat unhealthy blush appeared on Nuck's cheeks. As if he had said something exciting, he suddenly started to cough violently, and the glass bottles hanging on the high shelves were also "ding-dong".

"In the collision, an unknown solution began to be continuously transported into his body, in order to nourish this body that had long been broken into shape.

"Father, you have just become excited again... please rest peacefully for a while."

This sudden movement scared little Sanchez and he quickly spoke to stop the other party's intention to continue talking. At the same time, without stopping, he trotted to fetch a glass of warm water and delivered it to the other party's bedside.

Nakir's breathing sounded like an extremely dilapidated bellows, his face was red from being suppressed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead at some point. After breathing heavily for a long time, he finally returned to normal.

He calmed down again, took the water glass from his son's hand, and took a careful sip. Then he turned his head and stopped talking about these things, but asked about the most important thing he had told Gao Biqi Sanchez.

Task

"I told you before you went that I asked you to ask Mr. Black out for a meal at night. Did you say that?"

Little Sanchez nodded slightly and reported the report truthfully.

"Mr. Black said that he has not seen you for a long time and would be happy to take advantage of his free time to have dinner with you."

"Great!" After receiving the news, Nuckl finally showed a satisfied smile on his face. After exhaling a long breath, he straightened his body and slowly fell back, leaning on the stack of

On the five or six pillows that he had gotten up, he opened his eyes slightly tiredly and continued.

"You go out first. I want to rest for a while and recuperate my energy. In the evening, I will whisper to Mr. Black and tell him the news that I hope to give this position to you. I believe that with the help of my relationship over the years,

He will not refuse..."

(End of chapter)