Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

Charlie was startled by the sudden sound.

Almost at the same time as the voice fell, Charlie's body started to move, he leaned down and took a quick step, instantly grabbed the ring on the bedside table and put it on his hand without hesitation.

The next moment, the wand was back in his hand.

"All curses come to an end!"

As he released the spell, a white halo centered on his wand and swept across the entire room...

The entire series of actions took only three seconds.

The white ring is like the waves caused by a stone falling into the water. After the entire room is affected, it slowly disappears into the air.

Charlie squinted his eyes and looked around...everything was the same as before, and nothing appeared.

And that voice also disappeared.

The arm originally holding the wand was slightly lowered, but the alertness in his heart did not completely disappear.

You know, as a wizard who has lived through that time, being wary of danger has almost become a habit.

And for Charlie, it's even more true.

After all, from the time he founded the House Elves Liberation Front to the end of Voldemort, he suffered more than thirty surprise attacks, large and small.

Those damn Death Eaters were like flies buzzing around in his ears. Even if he hit one wave, another wave would attack him without hesitation with a crazy attitude.

Under such circumstances, without qualified vigilance, Charlie would have fallen into their hands long ago.

Finally... after a period of calm, it seemed that he had finally confirmed that there was no danger. Charlie breathed a sigh of relief and put down the wand completely.

Frowning, he subconsciously looked in the direction of the table.

However, at the first glance, he saw the neatly folded clothes he had just folded.

Seeing the sunken footprints clearly visible on the clothes, Charlie's eyelids couldn't help but tremble.

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed his somewhat manic nerves, and with difficulty he moved his eyes away from his clothes and looked at the table.

I saw that there was actually a note on the originally empty table.

Charlie walked over, picked up the note, then sat back on the bed and started reading.

The handwriting on the note was extremely sloppy, and there were many misspelled words. There were also crosses that were written incorrectly from time to time... In short, it was hard to describe.

Charlie was speechless, so he had to be patient and began to read each word word by word, trying to summarize what the guy who wrote this note wanted to express.

It was about ten minutes later that a note of only sixteen digits was completely deciphered by Charlie.

He pinched his temples and at this moment he finally understood most of the meaning of the note.

The person who wrote this note was the house elf of the Malfoy family, Dobby.

Charlie flipped through his memory and quickly remembered the thin figure that was supposed to appear in the second Harry Potter volume, the Chamber of Secrets.

The meaning of his note at this moment is nothing more than the following.

"Dear and respected Mr. Charlie...the supreme savior of house elves..."

"My name is Dobby, and I am a house elf serving Master Lucius Malfoy..."

"I have heard your story a long time ago, and I have always admired and admired you."

"Please help poor Dobby... Dobby's master does not allow Dobby to appear in front of you. They asked me to go out and do whatever I wanted. Anyway, I can't see you."

"So now, Dobby can only communicate with you in this way (Dobby did not disobey the master's order, Dobby just accidentally left the note on the table), I hope you can understand..."

"Dobby wants to be like other house elves! Join your factory! Dobby wants to be a happy elf!"

Excluding the previous paragraph which made Charlie feel tired, only the last sentence completely expressed what Dobby wanted to say.

"Alas..." Charlie sighed and scratched his head helplessly.

Because the effect of All Curses can only target most wizards' spells.

It is of no use to house elves who are born magical creatures.

It is for this reason that the Ten Thousand Curses just now disappeared into the air without causing any ripples.

Looking around the room, he knew that Dobby was probably hiding in a corner, looking at him excitedly.

It's really scary when you think about it...

He tried to organize his words, and after thinking for a moment, he slowly spoke.

"Sorry, Dobby...I'm afraid I can't help you much."

As soon as he said this, he could not help but hear a rumbling movement in the closet not far away.

Charlie glanced at the closet, but quickly withdrew his gaze. Then he continued without stopping.

"The master-servant contract between house elves and humans has been imprinted in the race's genes through magic centuries ago..."

"This is not a crude magic. Even I cannot deduce it without specific and detailed information."

As he said that, Charlie lowered his head in shame.

"If it were really possible... I think I would have already started to hex all the house elves."

"So... the only person who can break your spell is still Lucius Malfoy. Only by getting the clothes from him can you regain your freedom..."

Having said this, he did not continue.

Because he had already heard faint sobbing coming from the closet.

The sound of sobbing was a bit heart-wrenching, especially for Charlie.

Charlie simply stood up from the bed, slowly walked to the closet and sat down.

Touching the closet door, he knew that Dobby was behind it at this moment.

Listening to the bursts of sobs, Charlie said softly

"But, I think I can tell you a way..."

In the closet, the original sobbing faintly weakened.

Dobby, who was curled up inside, raised his head and looked at the dark wardrobe door.

Listening to Charlie's voice outside, he opened his mouth and asked with a still trembling voice.

"It's...what is it?"

"...Go find Harry Potter."

After hesitating for a moment, Charlie finally spoke. After hiding in this world for thirty years, he "spoiled" someone else for the first time, even if the other person was just a house elf.

"Have some patience...and trust me...it won't take long and you will be free with the help of Harry Potter."