Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

"Buzz..."

In the silent night, on the empty road, only Charlie's Aston Martin was still racing wildly.

Russell was still sitting in the passenger seat, trembling all over.

But compared to his first performance when he came here, he is undoubtedly much better now.

He gently pressed his hands on the car window glass, couldn't help but open his eyes wide, and began to carefully look at the scenery next to him that flashed past his eyes, leaving only an afterimage for a moment.

"Owner……"

Suddenly, suddenly, Russell turned around and spoke to Charlie.

"Um?"

Charlie did not speak. Instead, he responded with a brief nasal sound as usual.

"The ignorant Russell hopes to get enlightenment from his master and give his master's rich wisdom to his loyal servant, so as to answer the doubts in the servant's heart."

"..." Charlie kept his eyes focused on the road ahead.

The accelerator was kept under my feet, and I could hear the manic roar of the engine.

"Speak humanly." Charlie said bluntly.

"...I really don't understand why the two of us, Master, came all the way here."

Russell scratched his head, gave up the weird tone just now, and expressed his meaning concisely and clearly.

"I've told you, don't imitate Kreacher's damn tune. It's not like you don't know how much I hate their family."

Charlie glanced at Russell in the passenger seat from the corner of his eye.

It can be seen that he is really confused about his master's troublesome approach.

I also don’t understand why a Muggle child who is less than eleven years old can ask his great master to put down his dignity, come and meet him in person, and waste so much time sitting on the dirty steps chatting with him.

You know, even if the so-called Minister of Magic Gilford wanted to have dinner with his master last time, he was rejected... Even though as a house elf, he didn't care much about his so-called identity in the human wizarding world, but

You know, the Minister of Magic is a great official.

And what kind of virtue and ability is this child?

Sighing, the kind-hearted Charlie did not want this curious servant to be tortured by doubts in his heart.

So he replied casually

"I'm just curious about the magic of the baby that caused Voldemort to retreat and disappear."

Upon hearing this, Russell's eyes suddenly widened. He looked at the master beside him in disbelief, his expression even more horrified than when he thought Harry Potter was Charlie's illegitimate son not long ago.

"That child is the baby who killed the... mysterious man back then!?!?"

Almost at the same time as Charlie's words fell.

Russell jumped up from his seat as if he had been greatly stimulated.

As you can imagine, with a "pop", Russell's head hit the roof of the car hard.

Charlie squinted his eyes, looked at Russell who returned to his seat and groaned, covering his head, and sighed helplessly.

"Be careful, this car is a limited edition."

It seemed that the impact on him was really hard. He was holding the big bag that had just been hit, and he was tumbling on the seat like a beached crucian carp. He even forgot about his original fear of cars.

"I'm sorry, my master. Forgive Russell's gaffe. Russell just didn't expect it... he was too excited."

When he sat up again, his eyes were filled with tears, and he didn't know whether it was because of pain or some other reason.

He wiped the tears from his eyes with his wrinkled fingers, couldn't help sniffing, and his mood finally became stable again.

Russell took a breath and looked at Charlie, who was still driving quietly and unmoved. Then he looked at the full moon rising outside the window, and even his voice became much more melancholy.

"I really didn't expect that Russell was less than five feet away from him just now. Even though he was so close, Russell didn't even notice... He didn't even have the chance to say thank you to him!"

"Look at the clothes that poor little pig is wearing! I'm sure that little suckling pig and his family must have abused him! How dare they do such a thing..."

"Oh, Russell is such a bad house elf... The expression Russell looked at him just now didn't seem very friendly. God... I hope Mr. Harry won't hold a grudge against me."

"Woooooooo..."

……………

Charlie turned his head slightly, watching Russell's expression sometimes excited, sometimes frustrated, sometimes angry, sometimes sad...

He kept mumbling various words that were inconsistent and fragmented.

But this time, Charlie did not stop him, but chose to be a quiet listener.

Although he could not empathize with Russell's mood at this moment, he could still understand it.

Russell was rescued by Charlie from a group of werewolves.

When Charlie first met him, this little guy was like a mummy that could move.

He was as skinny as a stick, with numerous scars hidden in a broken bamboo basket. The first time he looked at Charlie, the uncontrollable fear and despair in his eyes made the fashionable and young Charlie breathless.

After Charlie killed the werewolves who came to capture him and took him away.

Russell finally recovered and told him the whole story.

Those werewolves were all gathered by Voldemort, and they came from a hidden Voldemort's lair nearby.

It was a testing ground used by Voldemort to study new magic, and he was the test subject who desperately escaped from it.

With a trembling voice, he told Charlie everything that was suffocating like a nightmare.

Countless wailing sounds surround my ears every night, the stench of rotting smell, and the despair of never being able to find relief.

Perhaps in Voldemort's eyes, all Muggle wizards, who are scornfully called Mudbloods, should be eliminated.

However, in his philosophy, the status of house elves as servants is not even as high as that of Muggle-born wizards.

They are consumables, slaves, and toys that can be killed for fun. They cannot even be called life.

It was also from this time that an immature idea sprouted in young Charlie's mind, and later, it gradually became a towering tree.

………………

"Mr. Charlie..."

Suddenly, just as Charlie was lost in reminiscing about knowledge, Russell's shout brought him back to reality.

"explain."

Charlie turned his head and looked at Russell.

Russell opened his pitiful eyes and looked at Charlie, his eyes full of pleading.

"Do I have a chance to see Mr. Harry again? I hope to say thank you to him in person."