Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

Chapter 249 I’m almost dead

After hearing this, little Sanchez's eyes finally couldn't help but become sad. He slowly clenched the fists of his hands and lowered his head. Behind his glasses was a sadness that was difficult for others to see.

"Is it really this time? Father, you..."

"I'm about to die." Nuckl interrupted him and spoke of the fate he was about to face in an extremely calm voice, as calmly as if he was describing the life and death of others, without any unnecessary emotion.

"Before I die, I must see that with Mr. Black's approval, you can inherit my position and inherit the identity of the general agent of the French magic world."

"But I-"

Finally, in the eyes of Gao Biqi Sanchez, all the emotions finally blended together and turned into stubbornness and unwillingness. At this moment, he was no longer as humble and cowardly as before. He suddenly straightened his back and spoke.

When I was about to say something, the next second, my father shouted angrily and everything was choked back in my throat.

“Nothing but!!!”

"Cough cough cough..."

In the empty room, there were bouts of coughing again.

"Get out, I want to rest!"

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With a sound of "Peng!", he slammed the door hard, which seemed to be the last sign of dignity for little Sanchez. He stood at the door and did not leave for a long time. Instead, he stared at the ordinary wooden door complicatedly, with sadness in his eyes.

, and unwillingness, mixed with a bit of unspeakable anger.

"Master..."

It wasn't until the servant at home, carrying the three bottles of magic potion prepared for Nakor, stopped beside him and greeted him in a low voice that little Sanchez finally walked away without saying a word.

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I don’t know what materials the muddy potion is made of, but just looking at the mixture of dark purple and dark brown flowing together will definitely make ordinary people put off, let alone chant it all in.

In the belly.

However, looking at the three bottles of medicinal soup in front of him, Nakor's expression was a little more relaxed than before, and even a hint of expectation could be seen in his eyes.

These three bottles of potions are all made by potion masters in the French magic world. Because they are specially prepared products, the price of each bottle has reached around several hundred galleons.

Although this amount of money is just a drop in the bucket for Charlie, who earns thousands a day, for an ordinary wizard family, it is a wealth that cannot be earned in half a lifetime, even if it is as unquestionable as the Sanchez family.

It is a big expense for a wealthy family. After all, if three bottles are used together, every time you drink it, you will swallow thousands of galleons unceremoniously.

However, although the price is high, the effect of the three bottles of magic potion is visible to the naked eye. One bottle of "pain relieving" can help Nakor get rid of the pain that is entangled in the body like maggots attached to the bones, and enable him to recover in a short period of time.

Forget the pain you already have.

The second bottle of "Repair" uses magic to forcibly repair Nakor's riddled body and internal organs, allowing him to regain normal mobility in a short period of time.

As for the third bottle, it is "nourishing". The same magic is used to pour a huge amount of nutrients into Nakor's body in an instant. Although from the moment he takes it, the nutrients will be like a deflated balloon.

It can't stop pouring out, but it can be used in a short time.

He has returned to his best condition, with a rosy and healthy complexion and firm and plump muscles. Even the best doctors will never be able to see the slightest bit of pathology in his body while the medicine is still effective, let alone detect it.

The person in front of me was a half-dead body that was about to die.

"call………"

Sitting on the hospital bed, Nakker first let out a long breath, as if he was making some mental preparations. After a moment, he turned his head, looked at the servants serving beside him, and ordered

"Go out and prepare some clothes for me to wear later."

Apparently he was also aware of his master's character. Even though his eyes were full of worry, the servant didn't say anything in the end. He just bowed and walked out of the room obediently, closing the door again.

Soon after, the servant came back, holding expensive clothes in his hand, and stopped at the door. However, he did not knock on the door of the room immediately, but stood quietly at the door, listening to the faint sound in the room.

The low growls and whimpering that were suppressed to the extreme caused his brows to furrow into an unsolvable knot.

After about a minute or two, when all the sounds in the room completely disappeared and returned to the initial calm, the servant finally relaxed his brows, pretended not to notice anything, and knocked.

The door of the room.

"Come in!"

It's still a familiar voice, but this time, you can clearly hear that the owner of the voice is full of energy.

After opening the door, I saw that the loose clothes that were originally worn on Nakor were fully stretched by a body that looked like a giant. At this moment, he was pulling out the tubes stuck in his body one by one with a smile.

, even though the connecting part has already been embedded in the flesh, the expression on the face has not changed at all.

After all five or six tubes were pulled out, Nuckel stood beside the bed and took a greedy breath of air.

"You're fine...the old me." He turned his head and looked out the window at the sun that had mostly set. He murmured with complicated eyes.

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Soon after, when Gao Biqi Sanchez, who estimated that the time was almost up, walked into the room again, the patient who was slumped on the bed and lingering had completely disappeared, replaced by the person in his memory who was nearly 1.9 meters tall.

He was a tall and strong man with arms as thick as the legs of an ordinary wizard. At this moment, the other party was sitting on the chair he used to make, continuing to hold a pen and correcting documents one by one in his free time.

Standing at the door, little Sanchez couldn't help but feel in a trance. For a moment, tears poured out of his eyes like a torrent, causing him to subconsciously turn around, raise his arms and look around randomly.

He wiped his face, not daring to let Nakker see anything wrong.

Fortunately, Nackel, who was carefully correcting documents, did not see Gao Biqi at the door. When he noticed the other party, Gao Biqi Sanchez's expression had returned to the same calmness as at the beginning, looked at the other party, and said softly

"The time agreed with Mr. Black is almost here...it's time for us to go, father."

(End of chapter)