Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

"Professor Quirrell!"

After all the instructions were completed, Dumbledore stopped Professor Lodge who was about to leave in front of the auditorium door.

"ah!"

Quirrell seemed to be startled. He screamed first, then quickly turned his head and looked at Dumbledore.

"What...what happened? Dumbledore...school, headmaster."

Quirrell subconsciously clasped his hands together in front of his chest, opened his eyes wide, and asked with some stuttering.

He seems to always be so shy and unsure of himself, treating everyone with caution yet being extremely accommodating.

Even if I came to the auditorium today to attend the opening ceremony, my clothes have not changed at all. I am still wearing a thick turban and an exaggerated cloak to cover myself tightly.

"Are you going back to your room later?"

Dumbledore asked

"Yes...yes, I am, am planning to go back."

Quirrell nodded hurriedly, then pointed in the direction outside the auditorium.

"Can you take Charlie with you? His room is next to Snape's."

After hearing Dumbledore's words, Rocky turned his attention to Charlie again.

Seeing that Charlie was also looking at him at this moment, the kind smile that was a bit flattering and humble reappeared subconsciously on his face.

His originally stooped body leaned forward a little, making a gesture similar to a bow.

In response to this, Charlie also leaned forward slightly to return the favor.

"Of course...I think about it, it's not troublesome."

Quirrell almost didn't think anything more and nodded in agreement.

"That's really great."

Dumbledore turned to look at Charlie again.

"Professor Quirrell is a very kind person. Apart from being a little weak, you can hardly find anything wrong with him." He first briefly praised Quirrell, and finally said

"Then let's do this... let Professor Quirrell take you back and have a good sleep. When you wake up tomorrow, come back to my office and we will talk about other issues."

After speaking, he asked Charlie for his thoughts again.

"How about it?"

"Of course it couldn't be better."

Charlie nodded happily, and after saying that, he said "goodbye" to Principal Dumbledore.

Then he slowly walked around the seats, walked down, and walked towards the door of the auditorium and Professor Quirrell who was standing there waiting.

"Nice to meet you, Professor Quirrell."

Charlie took the lead and extended a hand to Rocky in good faith, smiled and said softly.

"Oh! Oh! Of course, Mr. Black! It's an honor to meet you too!"

Professor Quirrell seemed a little flattered. He bent forward subconsciously even more, stretched out his hands, held Charlie's hand tightly, and shook it twice.

Charlie's smile remained the same. He felt the slight coolness emanating from Professor Quirrell's hands when they came into contact with him, and his eyes moved slightly.

"Come on, let me take you there, please follow me."

After Quirrell shook his hand for a while, he let go again. The eager smile on his face remained. While talking to Charlie, he walked out of the auditorium hall without stopping.

Charlie didn't say anything more, nodded and followed.

It was already past nine o'clock and close to ten o'clock in the evening. Quirrell was in front and Charlie was following him.

The two of them had nothing to do with each other after leaving the auditorium.

The steps under my feet were quiet and silent. I walked between corridors and corridors and up and down floors, in a maze-like building, without any difficulty at all.

Charlie only focused on his footsteps and continued to follow Quirrell, while his attention began to casually look at the surrounding buildings and environment.

From every oil painting on the wall, to every sculpture, and even every candlestick, they all overlapped perfectly with everything in Charlie's memory.

"Bu, Mr. Black, here we are!"

After an unknown amount of time, Quirrell stopped and stood still in front of a closed wooden door.

Then he turned around and said to Charlie with a smile

"Oh...thank you." Charlie suddenly understood and pulled himself out of his memory again. He looked at the wooden door corresponding to Quirrell, and then looked at another room that was almost the same next to the wooden door.

"So, Severus lives here?"

"Yes." Quirrell nodded, "This is Professor Snape's residence."

"Okay, please."

Charlie walked towards the door, and Quirrell stepped aside to give up his position, standing next to Charlie, shaking his head as humbly as in the auditorium.

"Don't say that, Mr. Black, it's just a matter of effort."

Charlie put his hand on the wooden door and pushed it gently, and the wooden door was pushed open.

Inside is an ordinary small bed, plus a desk, a clothes hanger, and a bookcase.

But they were all clean. It seemed that Dumbledore had specially ordered the elves to clean them before Charlie arrived.

"In that case, I will go back first."

Quirrell didn't stay any longer. After speaking to Charlie, he turned around and left.

However, just as he turned his head and before he took a step forward, suddenly, Charlie behind him suddenly spoke again.

"By the way, Professor Quirrell."

Charlie stood at the door and did not step in immediately. Instead, he thoughtfully raised the hand that Quirrell had just held and looked around.

"Wha, what?" Quirrell's voice contained a bit of astonishment and surprise, but he quickly turned his head around and looked at Charlie with a somewhat puzzled expression on his face.

"Your master, how are you now?"

"My... master?" Quirrell looked at him in confusion, and then his face suddenly became clear.

"You mean Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"No…"

Charlie turned his head and looked at him again.

Only this time, the smile was no longer on his face.

There was an extreme coldness in those eyes, as if his sight was a sharp sword that could directly penetrate Quirrell's heart and pronounce death.

Charlie opened his mouth slowly, biting every word very clearly.

"I'm talking about Tom... Tom Marvolo Riddle."

After saying the name, Charlie suddenly smiled again.

He looked at Quirrell, whose pupils had become the size of pinholes, with his mouth open, and cold sweat falling from his forehead. The movement of his mouth had not stopped yet. Although no sound was made after that, the shape of his mouth clearly said the whole thing.

The most terrifying name in the wizarding world.

"I don't know where you get such confidence."

Charlie raised the hand which he had just shaken with Quirrell.

Under Quirrell's gaze, flames rose up from his hand, slowly wrapping it and burning it. It brought out a few wisps of black smoke, floated upward, and disappeared without a trace in mid-air.

"Not even your master has the ability to trick me... What makes you think you can do it?"