Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

"Mr. Black!!!!"

When Andre led Charlie to the office building where their company was located.

Before Charlie could react, a white man with a big belly and wearing a high-end suit that was a level higher than Andre's, rushed out excitedly, held his hand tightly, and then fiercely

It shook a lot.

"I really didn't expect you to come here in person!!"

The fat and bloated man's eyes sparkled, his face and neck became extremely red, and his joy and surprise were simply beyond words.

"I've wanted to talk about cooperation with you for a long time!"

Spraying saliva from his mouth, he pulled Charlie up and walked enthusiastically towards the office without saying anything.

"My name is Peter Muller, but they all like to call me Old Muller. If you like, of course you can call me that... You don't know, when I heard that you were going to choose magic in the United States

How happy I was when I met a dealer in the world. To tell you the truth, I am a loyal fan of yours...I have watched the video of your speech at Oxford University many times...especially...

...Uh uh... What you said, candy is always for happiness! I still remember it in my heart, and regard it as a classic and use it as my own life creed."

"You may not know! Our company has extremely high experience! Otherwise, it would be impossible to successfully break out of the siege among so many powerful enemies and win the favor of your company.....

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It can be seen that this old Muller is probably an eccentric and cheerful guy. He seems to have something to say all the time. His chat box is not at all continuous, and new topics are constantly pouring out.

Even Charlie felt a little overwhelmed and almost retreated on the spot.

But fortunately, Old Muller did not continue this conversation for too long, because it soon became dark.

Charlie refused Muller's kind invitation to have dinner with him on the grounds that he was tired after arriving in the United States.

Old Muller had no choice but to reluctantly give up his plan. Sighing, he quickly arranged for another staff member to take Charlie to the hotel that had been arranged for him early.

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Quiet night, in the hotel room.

Charlie sat at the seat by the window, raised his head faintly, and looked at the lonely night sky outside the window and the moon with a missing corner in the sky. Then he lowered his head and glanced at the bustling city with lights, wine, and traffic. Even at night, the bustling atmosphere of New York

But it didn't make any difference. On the contrary, it was even worse than during the day. I didn't know how I felt for a while. I just felt that this scene was particularly strange, and together with the moon, it was the same as what I had seen when I was in England.

What arrived was different.

The gentleness and smile that had been maintained on Charlie's face finally ceased to exist, gradually dissipated, and turned into a dull expression without emotion. He sat by the window like this, from beginning to end, from the time he came back to now, even

I didn't even take off my windbreaker.

His fingers tapped rhythmically on the table top of the glass round table in front of him, making a muffled sound of "dong dong dong".

Time gradually passed by tapping with his fingers, and the clock on the wall of the room had also turned a large circle, and the hands slowly changed from "ten thirty" at the beginning to twelve o'clock in the morning.

Finally, Charlie made another move, and the faint muffled sound of him tapping on the table suddenly stopped. His eyes also flickered with a light that was as cold and lonely as the sky at that moment.

The next second, he stood up. Without any other unnecessary movements, his middle finger and index finger rubbed against each other. With a crisp sound of "pop", the figure who was still by the window disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving no trace behind.

Not the slightest trace.

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New York City, the Bronx, in a very inconspicuous and dark alley.

Gu Ji

Accompanied by a rustling sound, several gray-haired mice gathered next to the trash can, eating happily around a box of fried noodles with a lot of leftovers. However, suddenly, a mouse stopped eating, and he lifted the

He started, stroking his beard with his paws, and seemed to feel some movement, and for a moment he scanned the surroundings vigilantly.

Just when he was relieved and ready to eat the food under his feet again, a dazzling light suddenly flashed out of thin air in the middle of the alley, accompanied by a subtle "crackling" sound.

Suddenly, the mouse, which was enjoying its delicious meal, screamed and fled into the depths of the alley, leaving only the few remaining boxes of fried noodles in the quiet alley.

"........."

The light dissipated, and Charlie emerged and walked out.

He glanced at the running mouse casually, without paying much attention, and walked straight towards the dirty wall of the alley.

The walls were painted with unknown graffiti, as well as dense chewing gum corpses. There were also several tattered posters and leaflets.

Charlie stopped in front of one of the promotional flyers that could vaguely be seen as a certain supermarket. He closed his eyes, raised his hand and gently pinched a corner of the flyer.

The next second, the huge pulling force came again, and the familiar feeling of being hooked in his navel emerged. It was as if his soul and body were about to be torn apart.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding...."

When the uncomfortable feeling disappeared, a crisp ringing sound rang in his ears. Charlie opened his eyes, the wall in front of him had disappeared, and he was no longer in that gloomy alley.

But in its place was an even more gloomy store.

"Welcome to Katie's magical cabin!!!"

Before Charlie could look around at the bottles and jars in this small shop, a rough voice rang out.

Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw deep inside the densely packed pile of strange items, behind the old counter, a 1.9-meter tall black man with heavy makeup, holding an old-fashioned hookah, smoking and laughing.

Looking at Charlie with interest.

His eyes seemed to be able to speak. He winked at Charlie charmingly, then licked his lips and continued seductively, "I am Katie."

"..." Charlie was silent for a while, and subconsciously took out the small piece of information written on Knockturn Alley that he asked for in Knockturn Alley before leaving from his trench coat pocket and read it carefully.

look.

After confirming that everything was correct, Charlie finally raised his head again and focused his eyes on the "man" named Katie again. There was no other change in his tone and he said directly.

"I heard from my friend, do you have any registered wands here?"

Katie raised her eyebrows after listening to Charlie's words, and the hookah she was about to put into her mouth was taken away again.

"There are very few unregistered wands. What do you want with that?"

"I'm going to kill a few people tonight."