Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

Chapter 85: Visitors from the American Magic Circle

The thing Charlie was talking about was of course nothing else, it was the specific matter about those Americans who had traveled thousands of miles to visit the factory.

If Russell's estimate is correct, then they must have arrived by now.

It's not that Charlie doesn't believe in Russell's ability and thinks he can't entertain those Americans well. But when faced with Americans who have never interacted with him before, who knows how they will treat their employees?

In fact, Charlie was also worried, because since the end of the Wizarding War, he has been using the factory to provide the elves with a self-sufficient paradise that does not require the outside world.

Except for himself and a few trustworthy dealers, no one else has ever entered there and really come into contact with the elves living there.

The behavior he made this time can certainly be regarded as a great attempt, but no one can know whether the result of the attempt is good or bad... he can only leave it to fate.

"In this case, I won't keep you."

Hearing this, Dumbledore nodded, and no longer tried to keep Charlie at Hogwarts for a few more days. Instead, he stood up from his seat and slowly walked to Charlie.

Dumbledore reached out and patted Charlie on the shoulder just like he had done more than ten years ago.

However, compared to the past, he undoubtedly has to raise his hands a bit higher at this moment.

"Then, have a safe trip."

His smile is still as kind as ever, like sunshine, which can always pierce the darkness and shine into the deepest corners of people's hearts.

"Yeah!" Charlie nodded.

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It is well known that the production factory of Charlie's candy is located in Manchester, Greater Manchester.

Even every citizen living in Manchester can often see beautiful and clear pictures or silhouettes of this candy factory known as the "Light of Dessert" through the morning newspaper.

It seems that as long as you pick up a random person on the road, whether they are male or female, they will enthusiastically tell you a few details about the factory.

For example, what color is its wall, what is its building like, there is a beautiful cypress tree inside the factory, the factory workers usually go to work at eight o'clock in the morning, etc...

However, when you actually ask where the factory is located, everyone is dumbfounded.

The answers given are mostly different...

Some people will tell you it is in Mosley Street, while others will say Oxford Street, and even more convinced that they have seen it in Oldham Street. (In fact, no one has ever thought about it.

, the practical problem is that factories will never be built in commercial streets.)

Although there are many different opinions on this, no one finds it strange. It seems that even though there are so many opinions, it is reasonable and reasonable.

Charlie walked slowly along the curb of the street, with the crowd, as if he was part of them.

Even though the clothes he was wearing looked gorgeous and extremely complicated, they did not attract any attention. Even the casual glances of people walking across from him would naturally slide past him.

Charlie stopped in front of his factory.

The ring on his finger lit up, and he put the wand into his hand again.

"Buzz!"

The tip of the wand was lightly tapped on the iron door of the factory, causing waves of light blue ripples.

Soon, the iron door, like a machine that had received some kind of instructions, slowly started to move and opened completely, welcoming the real owner of this huge factory.

Charlie stepped through the iron gate and walked completely into the factory. For a moment, the bustling street scene outside disappeared, as if it had been cut apart by some invisible force.

"Huh? Weird..."

Suddenly, Charlie paused, his brows furrowed slightly, and he looked around, as if he was looking for something.

Logically speaking, Russell would usually come to look for him at this time... However, today, Charlie did not see him.

"What's going on...are you receiving those Americans?"

Charlie talked to himself and continued walking towards the factory building, but he still felt some faint doubts and weirdness in his heart.

As he got closer and closer to the factory, he finally felt that something was wrong with the bursts of noise coming from inside.

Without any hesitation, Charlie's eyes instantly narrowed and he strode towards the factory.

When he actually walked into the factory, it was completely in chaos.

All the house elves on the production line stopped working, and hundreds of little men wearing uniforms, with big ears and big eyes gathered together, surrounding a black man dressed in traditional American magic circles.

, although the voice was noisy, one could still hear the anger and scolding in it.

The black man, on the other hand, seemed to be explaining something awkwardly, with beads of sweat covering his forehead, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and his face full of embarrassment.

You know, these elves in the factory are not the house elves from the outside world... they are all guys who have gone through the war and dared to fight the Death Eaters and survive.

Although he has gone from a liberation organization to an employee of a candy factory, the bloody nature in his heart is not something that can be suppressed in just ten years!

Just when the situation gradually became more and more intense, and even the hands of some elves began to light up, a familiar voice suddenly overshadowed all the noise and suppressed them all.

"Quiet!!!!!!"

Following Charlie's indignant roar, all the elves looked over in unison.

"Mr. Black!!"

Out of respect for Charlie, the scene was under proper control in an instant. All the elves stopped and greeted Charlie in unison.

The black man who was originally surrounded by them seemed to have found some kind of savior. His eyes suddenly lit up and he hurriedly broke out from the group of elves and ran to Charlie.

Unfortunately, although the situation was under control, these elves didn't seem to want to let the man pass, and they all opened their hands to stop him.

Charlie took a deep look at the black man, and then asked again

"Where's Russell? Where's Russell?"

After hearing this, the elves who were crowded together consciously took a few steps to the side, making way for Charlie to lead directly to the innermost path.

At the same time, he also saw Russell half-kneeling on the ground at the very end, and the other two elves beside him.

And...in front of the three elves, the fourth one was already lying on the ground with his eyes narrowed and a painful look on his face.

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