Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 190 Charlie Black Comes to See You...

"Expecto Patronum!!!"

In the dark, damp, and silent corridor of the prison, as a sudden shout echoed, a dazzling light emanated from the magic wand.Turning into a lifelike lion, when it roared, it instantly caused a group of guys hiding in the shadows to flee in all directions.

Seeing the dementors fleeing here howling in fear, Scrimgeour, who was about to do something just now, raised his eyebrows.

After calmly inserting the half-out magic wand back into his pocket, he made a self-deprecating joke

"Mr. Black's demeanor is still the same as before... It seems that I can relax a lot along the way."

Charlie first gently shook off the few strands of light remaining on the tip of the wand, then shook his head with a smile
"It's been a long time since I've used God-Calling Guard, and the technique is quite rusty."

After speaking, he turned his head and glanced at the prisoner next to him who was imprisoned in the cell, leaning against the wall with his skinny bones, and his eyes were empty and without any light.

Since he first came in, he has seen too many people like this.

Each of them is so desperate, no different from a corpse, even if Charlie and Scrimgeour pass by, at most they can only make them look away, and then lower their heads again, or look at the pitted stone opposite the cell. Building walls seems to be looking at a life that can end at a glance, and it seems to be just killing a long time in pure hopelessness.

Horror... This was the first thought that came to Charlie's mind when he first stepped into this place.

Compared with physical torture, this kind of mental crushing is definitely a more terrifying thing, especially, the people imprisoned here are still a group of wizards who are more sensitive than muggles...

Those Dementors called Jailors in name are actually evil spirits, just like their creator Extis, they are carrying out endless torture and destruction, taking their happiness as their own nourishment, until the prisoners are in pain. Only when Yu Yu dies can he be truly liberated.

In fact, Charlie scoffed at this behavior of the Ministry of Magic...

Leaving aside whether such punishment is humane or not, after all, poor people must have something to hate.

Few of the wizards who were imprisoned here had committed unforgivable crimes outside.Countless Muggles died at their hands... Few idiots like his wronged cousin would think of this kind of self-torture method to obtain psychological comfort.

It is undoubtedly an extremely ridiculous thing to simply choose to compromise in the face of these thoughtless chaotic creatures.In the future, when these greedy guys really turn their backs, those idiots sitting at the top of the Ministry of Magic will really wake up. It turns out that too much tolerance can only breed more and more inflated desires.

At this point in his thoughts, Charlie couldn't help but think of the elves in his factory. ...It's ironic when you think about it carefully.

Obviously, the elves are far superior to the dementors in terms of wisdom and strength, but the wizards are willing to compromise in the face of the dementors, and then turn their heads and enslave the elves without any scruples.

I don't worry about what kind of horrible situation will happen one day in the future when one of the different aliens awakens self-awareness and is no longer under the control of wizards...

"How far is it from where my sister and cousin are being held?"

Gathering the scattered thoughts again, Charlie asked in a gentle voice to Scrimgeour, who hadn't noticed anything at the side.

"Probably go a little deeper..."

Scrimgeour paused, then replied

"Those Death Eaters are all serious criminals. Especially the elite of mysterious people like Sirius Black and Bellatrix Lestrange are the most important. So their Detention should be stricter than other people's detention."

"Ah."

Charlie understood, nodded and didn't say anything else, then walked forward together with Scrimgeour.

Perhaps it was because the effect of Charlie's screaming guard was too shocking, anyway, they went very smoothly along the way.Even if they encountered a dementor, the other party would hide away knowingly and would not dare to step forward, let alone offend.

Come to think of it, in their chaotic thinking, at least they still retain the awareness of seeking good luck and avoiding evil, so that they can understand what is food and what is not.

In this way, soon, the two of them walked through one quiet corridor after another, passed one locked iron fence after another, and finally came to the area where the felons were held.

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Compared with the dead silence in the outer layer, this place is obviously a lot more "lively"... Those wizards who have been imprisoned for decades, just pull out a certain one, and their psychological endurance will be many times higher than normal up.

Although he has become crazy, at the very least, he still has the ability to communicate and the consciousness of thinking.

"Hey...hey...look...someone is here again!"

"Who?! Is it a human?!"

"Quack quack quack quack!!! Egg pudding!!! Quack quack..."

"Long live Voldemort!!! Long live the Dark Lord!!!"

"New here!! How many Muggles have you killed?"

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As the two of them walked into this area where there was no light, these guys who hadn't seen a living person for a long time suddenly jumped up from the ground one by one, pressed against the iron railing, and fought hard. Stretching out his hands, while speaking crazy and vague words, he wanted to grab the corners of the two people's clothes.

Scrimgeour had never been polite to these former enemies.

He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the nearest prisoner. Just when he was about to make an example of others to make them quieter, but unexpectedly, Charlie gently raised his hand and pressed down on Scrimgeour, who was about to cast a spell.

Just when Scrimgeour frowned slightly and looked at Charlie in bewilderment, he spoke.

"Long time no see, dear Voldemort lackeys...do you remember me? Your old friend, Charlie Black, has come to see you."

As soon as these words came out, suddenly, as if some switch buried deep in the chaotic memory was touched, the voice that was still clamoring stopped abruptly, and it was quiet and scary for a while.

The prisoner who was still reaching out to the two of them just now seemed to have been shocked by electricity, and hurriedly retreated to the corner of the cell, looking at the blurred figure in the darkness in horror, trembling... Dementors are scarier stuff.

　Excuse me!Another two days of dove. . . .

　　To be honest, there are really a lot of miscellaneous things recently.

　　Many book friends told me before that there is a book very similar to mine at the starting point, and many plots are borrowed or similar.

　　In the past two days, I have been trying to find a way to deal with it and get in touch with the author of the other party.

　　But it has been to no avail.

　　Later I will open a single chapter to explain the whole story of this matter, please don’t worry

　　
　
(End of this chapter)