Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

For a moment, sweat soaked through his clothes, but his heart felt like it was falling into an ice cave.

A stern look flashed through Quirrell's eyes, and the cowardice he had used to conceal his identity was completely torn off.

Without even the slightest hesitation, he subconsciously moved his steps back, hoping to distance himself. His hands kept moving, and he immediately took out his wand from his loose robes, intending to strike first.

Be strong by attacking.

Being able to apply for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, Quirrell's strength is naturally not just empty airs. Whether it is his reaction from the beginning or the speed with which he draws the staff, to some extent, Quirrell is

Luo can even be said to surpass some ordinary Aurors.

However, there is no difference in Charlie's eyes, because he always wants others to be faster.

The moment Quirrell started to move, Charlie took a step forward and followed him.

"Swish!" sounded, and the red gemstone on the ring flashed.

Before Quirrell could react, the wand made of elm wood and matched with the nerves of a Norwegian Spinosaurus had already been thrust directly into Rocky's chest. Through his robe and the clothes under the robe, a deathly sound

Death pressed against his chest.

And from beginning to end, there was not even a trace of urgency on Charlie's expression. The playfulness in his eyes was clearly that of a cat that had caught a mouse, as if everything was under his control.

Quirrell's action of pulling out his wand froze. His wand had been halfway out, but only half.

The actions of the two people started at the same time, but ended at the same time less than a second later, and they fell into a pause and silence that was not short.

"Pap..."

A drop of sweat trickled down Quirrell's cheek and fell into small splashes on the ground.

It wasn't until this moment that the uncontrollable fear and regret finally made him wake up completely, and let him understand that the young man in front of him who had become famous and was now younger than him was not a so-called showman, but something he couldn't touch at all.

The existence of arrival......

"B, Mr. Black."

Quirrell's Adam's apple trembled crazily, and his breathing became heavier... The stuttering, which was originally a pretense to hide others' eyes and ears, became real at this critical moment of life and death.

"Actually... we don't need to be so nervous at all."

Quirrell's stiff expression forced a smile. He licked his chapped lips, and although he tried hard to suppress the tremor in his voice, the effect didn't seem to be very good.

"No need?"

Charlie raised his eyebrows with interest, tilted his head, and pressed the wand on Quirrell's chest with a little more force.

"hiss………"

Feeling the burst of pain from the tip of the wand, Quirrell took a sharp breath, but the smile on his face never disappeared.

"Yes...actually...I believe you can also understand that although there were some misunderstandings between you and my master before...but misunderstandings can actually be resolved slowly as long as the common interests are large enough.

of."

"Gudong..." Quirrell swallowed, and then carefully looked into Charlie's eyes.

Charlie's eyes moved slightly, as if he was really thinking about something following Quirrell's words.

Seeing this scene, Quirrell, who was still trembling in his heart and didn't know what to do, suddenly calmed down. His brain started to activate, as if he wanted to use up all his brain cells to escape from Charlie.

"Actually, I believe you can also see... If it hadn't been for that accident, with my master's strength, it would have been impossible to fail... With the number of his men at that time, it would have been impossible to sweep the entire British magical world.

What's the problem, let alone Aurors and the Order of the Phoenix... Even Dumbledore can't suppress his power."

Having said this, Quirrell's expression had a faint hint of a fanatic. He looked at Charlie eagerly and began to speak more and more fluently.

"Even now, although the master is injured, his men are still loyal to him. Even in Azkaban, his believers still believe that he will come back."

"Mr. Black... this is an opportunity. All you need to do now is act as if you don't know anything, which is the greatest help to the master. He will soon be resurrected, leading his servants to once again sweep across the entire magical world... and

At that time, you who helped the master in times of crisis will receive unimaginable rewards!"

"Resurrection?" Charlie seemed to be half convinced. He raised his eyebrows and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Has he found a chance to be resurrected?"

"Of course!" Quirrell nodded crazily, looking at Charlie with a confident expression, as if he wanted to convey his emotions to the other party.

"Actually, I am here this time just for the master's resurrection plan... If you can let me go, I am very sure that the master can be resurrected!"

"..." Charlie was silent again. He lowered his head and seemed to really start to think about the possibility of this matter.

The whole period of Charlie's thinking was undoubtedly the most painful period of his life for Quirrell.

Finally, Charlie raised his head again, and the wand that was originally pressed against Quirrell's chest disappeared from his hand again with the flash of the ring.

"Remember...he owes me this."

A smile appeared on the corner of Charlie's mouth, and he stretched out his hand to Quirrell again.

"Have you enjoyed working together?"

“A pleasure to work with!!”

Quirrell's legs almost gave out, but he still held on with all his strength and held Charlie's hand tightly again, but this time, he didn't dare to play any more tricks.

………………………

Quirrell left, and walked back to his room under Charlie's sight with a smile on his face like a spring breeze.

With the sound of "Peng", the wooden door closed, and the original smile on Charlie's face finally faded, turning into uncontrollable ridicule and teasing.

He folded his arms, tilted his head, leaned against the door frame, looked deeply at the room only a few doors away from him, and murmured to himself:

"Tom, I can't kill you...at least not now."

After saying that, he shook his head, straightened up, stopped looking at anything, and turned around and walked back to his room.

"Just continue to live like this, like a monster that can never appear in the light, with your disgusting nose..."

With a "Peng" sound, Charlie's door also closed, and silence returned to the corridor again, as if nothing happened.