Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

"Seriously, I wish Harry had opened the gift I gave him."

Finally returned to the familiar office, Charlie sat leisurely behind his desk as usual, his fingers habitually tapping the armrest of the seat, while his other hand held a cup of freshly brewed coffee.

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While speaking to Russell who was not far in front of him, he blew the hot air from the coffee and then took a sip.

"Um……"

When the coffee entered his mouth and he felt the familiar taste, Charlie couldn't help but close his eyes, with a relaxed expression and a look of enjoyment on his face.

Sure enough, this is called coffee!

Deep in Charlie's heart, a voice shouted.

He slowly opened his eyes, and when he looked at Russell again, there was already a bit more appreciation in his eyes.

He had been drinking coffee made by Russell before, but he never felt how delicious it was... But after returning from Malfoy Manor, he suddenly discovered that Russell's coffee was so good.

Sure enough, there is no harm without comparison...

Although he felt sorry for Narcissa, who had been caring for him for the past seven days, Charlie couldn't help but make such a complaint at this moment.

However, Russell, standing in front of Charlie, did not know the rich emotional changes in his heart, nor did he notice the praise in his eyes.

Because at this moment, Russell lowered his head and focused all his attention on the notebook he had always carried with him.

"Actually...Russell is still a little confused about Master Charlie's actions."

As he spoke, he raised his head, looked at Charlie weakly, and said

"Russell thinks...it's not a good idea to give away a secret flagship product as a gift that hasn't been launched yet..."

At this point, Russell's neck shrank unconsciously and he did not continue to say the next words, but the meaning was naturally self-evident.

“Don’t worry”

Charlie gently placed the coffee cup on the coaster. The smile on his face remained unchanged, but he was a little more confident and proud than before.

That look was like...

Russell, who was shrinking his neck, couldn't help but think about it, but didn't say anything more and continued to wait for his master's next words.

"It's just a few candies, and you should have some confidence in the factory's products. So what if the new products are leaked in advance? Those poor imitations will only highlight the excellent quality of Charlie's candy in another way. Besides...

"

Charlie paused for a moment. He picked up the coffee that had cooled down a lot, took a sip, and then slowly continued.

"This is actually not just a gift for Harry..."

Russell scratched his head. Although he didn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in Charlie's gourd, looking at his master's unpredictable posture, admiration appeared in his eyes again.

"Sure enough... the master's genius wisdom is not something I can easily understand!"

Saying this, most of Russell's original worries were dispelled.

"certainly."

Charlie accepted Russell's admiration unceremoniously, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"Okay, let's talk about something else."

After a while, the coffee in the cup was empty, and Charlie finally started to get ready to talk about work.

"How are the production lines I told you about when I left?"

"OK!"

Russell's expression also froze, and he subconsciously stood up straighter.

He flipped through the notebook in his hand quickly, and at the same time started to report without stopping.

"As for the rectification of the production line of weird explosive candies that you mentioned before you left, it has been completed. Only one line is left to be supplied to the Hogwarts area alone, and the rest have all been converted into the special version of ice plums with wine heart.

Sweet candy production line.”

"Where are our people and the dealers we're talking with in the United States?"

Charlie nodded and continued to ask

"It's going well and the other party is very sincere. I plan to come to the UK in person in a few days and sign the contract face to face with you."

Faced with Charlie's question, Russell reacted quickly and gave an accurate answer almost as soon as the other party finished speaking.

"Just here to sign a contract?"

Charlie's expression was half-smiling, and he asked again. But this time, before Russell could open his mouth, he continued to answer.

"I'm afraid the Americans are worried and want to come over specially to visit our assembly line."

As he spoke, Charlie also deliberately emphasized the word "visit".

"That……"

Listening to Charlie's words, Russell also frowned for a moment, with a bit of doubt in his tone, and said tentatively.

"Let's not let them come here?"

"How about that?"

Charlie shook his head, as if he was a little tired from sitting, so he stood up directly as he spoke. He turned his head and looked out the window at the busy traffic, and couldn't help but stretch.

"It's normal for us to feel uneasy when we are working together for the first time... Hiding it like this makes us even less sincere."

"As for visiting the factory... let them see what they want. There is nothing to hide..."

Charlie's figure was lightly reflected on the glass.

He gently placed his hand on the glass, linked it with the reflection, and said lightly.

"After all, I can't hide you here forever.

When I first created the House Elf Liberation Front, my original intention was not just to provide a paradise for elves...

But so that they can be truly accepted by society, just like other magical races, as independent individuals, living openly and honestly in the world."

"Wizards in the British wizarding community avoid talking about the fact that all employees in the factory are house elves, as if it were a scabies that everyone needs to cover up."

As he spoke, Charlie paused, and his tone gradually became tougher.

"But what I want is not such a simple acquiescence. The more they don't want to mention it, the more I should show it to everyone... let them adapt, let them understand, and let them learn to accept it."

"And the arrival of the Yankees this time seems to me to be a very suitable opportunity."

Russell's eyes couldn't help but turn red. He looked up at the back that was not dimmed in the sun and was still dazzling, and couldn't help sniffing.

At this moment, he was extremely excited. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

He only knew that the most correct thing he had ever done in his life was to hide in that inconspicuous broken bamboo basket when escaping from Voldemort's lair.

It was precisely because of this that he met Mr. Charlie Black and was able to follow him and become his right-hand man. Together with him, one day in the future, they would jointly prove that the house elves had a new life.

He was convinced of this.