Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror, Russell helped Charlie tidy up his clothes one last time, then suddenly remembered something, raised his head and said to Charlie

"It's just right. I guess when you come back, Dabu will be here with those Yankees."

Charlie raised his eyebrows noncommittally, and while habitually stroking the inconspicuous ring on his finger, he said

"These are not big things... Even if I am not around then, the factory will still work as it should. Let them visit as much as possible."

As he said this, Charlie suddenly paused, seemed to have thought of something, lowered his head and asked Russell.

"Are there any famous newspapers and publications in the American wizarding world?"

"Uh...this"

Russell couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the sudden question. He scratched his head and thought carefully for a while before continuing.

"There seems to be one...but Russell didn't pay too much attention to these things, so he didn't remember the name."

"It doesn't matter..."

Charlie laughed, and for a moment his eyes seemed to bring out a lot of new calculations.

"What do you think about paying some money and asking them to bring a reporter from the United States to accompany them?"

Charlie looked at Russell and continued, but he seemed to be talking to himself, not expecting Russell to give any decent answer in this regard.

After all, perhaps Russell is an extremely reliable helper in terms of factory management.

He can easily straighten out things that were originally a mess in the shortest possible time, ensuring that every step is carried out in an orderly manner, and that every order and raw material in the factory will not be cut off.

But after leaving the factory, once external matters are involved, it is not something Russell can handle...

Russell himself is actually very aware of this. Therefore, when it comes to factory matters, once it involves the external environment and marketing and other specific plans, he will report it to Charlie without hesitation and unconditionally trust the decision made by the other party.

Facts have proved that Russell was right. Although he was puzzled by Charlie's unpredictable operations from time to time, each time they strongly proved Charlie's extraordinary wisdom and vision.

"Probably... not bad, although I don't understand why I called the reporter." Russell replied smoothly, while his hands continued to tidy up Charlie's hem.

"Don't those guys in the American wizarding world pride themselves on being open and tolerant?"

Charlie's eyes slowly narrowed, and the original smile at the corner of his mouth softened a lot, turning into a hint of vagueness. There was still an inexplicable tone in his voice that Russell couldn't understand, and he said slowly

"Really... I hope they are really as inclusive as they say they are."

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As the brass whistle sounded a long and sharp blast for the last time, the speeding Hogwarts Express finally began to slow down, gradually reducing from its original speed and tending to stop.

"Quick!! Harry, look!! Outside!!"

Ron had already jumped up from his seat at this moment. He grabbed the few luggage he had on him and almost pressed his entire face against the glass. His eyes were shining and he looked outside excitedly.

Looking out the car window at the castle that was enlarging in front of him in the distance, Ron's face didn't look as depressed and angry as before.

The matter of being taught a lesson by Draco had long been forgotten by him.

All Ron could think about now was the wonderful life that was about to start at Hogwarts, and there was no room for anything else.

Seeing Ron jumping up and down as if he was about to turn into a monkey, Harry also laughed heartily.

He carried his luggage with one hand and raised the brass birdcage containing Hathaway with the other hand, fearing that the beautiful white bird in the cage would be uncomfortable at all.

In the birdcage, Hathaway stood firmly on the shelf. Her eyes, which were originally closed, were slightly opened halfway with Harry's movements. After taking a few glances at the surrounding environment, she cooed to herself.

He made a sound, flapped his wings, and closed his eyes again.

"Come on, Ron! It's our station! Let's go too."

Harry's little face turned red. He turned his head and looked at the children outside the box who were wearing the same school uniform and the same age. They were noisy, laughing, making trouble, and dragging their luggage. His heart was equally moved.

Infected by this lively and noisy atmosphere, I couldn't help but beat faster.

"Oh! Yes!"

Only then did Ron react and hurriedly moved his face away from the glass, then stretched out his hand, grabbed the brown-haired mouse that was still lying on the table, and threw it into his pocket.

He lowered his head, put his hand into his pocket, and regardless of the other party's struggle, he rubbed the poor mouse named Banban's head a few times, and then continued.

"Come on, Banban! Be good, I will take you to school soon!"

After saying that, the two people looked at each other, nodded in unison, and then got into the huge queue outside the box and rushed towards the car door.

"Hey! Be careful, my robe!"

"Someone just kicked me?"

"Yi Wen...where are you!? Yi Wen."

"Let me go back!! My toad and luggage are still in the box, let me go back!!"

Among the shouting and moving crowd, Harry's steps seemed particularly difficult. He didn't even have time to look at Ron who was coming out next to him. He could only worry about not being pushed and fell by the crowded crowd.

"Hey! Sorry, I have an owl cage in my hand..."

"Excuse me, this cage doesn't look strong..."

"Ah, my feet!"

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“Buzz!!!!!!”

As billowing white steam emerged from the front of the train, the train that was originally rushing forward seemed to be gently held up by a pair of big white hands.

The speed dropped sharply and finally stopped safely in front of the platform.

"Pfft-squeak"

The door on the side of the carriage opens immediately after the train stops smoothly.

For a moment, the originally tightly packed crowd suddenly got a vent. With a "boom", the bustling little wizards rushed out with shouts, or were squeezed out, almost in a moment.

, the originally empty platform quickly filled up.

Harry held his birdcage firmly, but he was still beaten to pieces.

He shook his head vigorously to regain his composure from the dizziness he had just drifted away from.

He raised his head and looked around. At this moment, Ron was no longer around him.