Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

By the time he returned to the factory, it was already late at night. Google search reading

Charlie didn't let Russell follow him anymore. After sending him away, he took the bag of violet candies back to his office alone.

With a "bang," the office door slowly closed.

Completely isolating the world inside from everything outside. And this was Charlie's exclusive world, a separate space. Protected by dozens of layers of spells, the security of Charlie's office could be described as world-class to a certain extent.

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Even if Voldemort came in person, it would take a lot of effort to break the restrictions without Charlie's permission.

"Hmm..."

Charlie stretched lazily, trying to extend his limbs as far as possible, until his whole body made a series of crisp "crackling" sounds as his bones realigned, then he stopped.

He rubbed his sore neck, casually snapped his fingers, and lit the crystal chandelier above the office.

Then, he took off his coat and hat and walked back to his chair.

He put down the candy. In front of the long table, the unfinished coffee Charlie had left was still there, but it was completely cold, without a trace of warmth.

The newspaper was neatly placed there, and above the report about Harry Potter, a man in a ridiculous clown suit was still tirelessly juggling balls. ♝ ♦     ♦ ♦ But the content above didn't arouse much interest in Charlie.

He casually slumped into the chair, placing his feet casually on the long table, pressing down on the Daily Prophet, without any other consideration.

If Russell saw this scene, he would probably be shocked.

In his eyes, his master was always a well-dressed gentleman, with the unique temperament of a pure-blood aristocrat, making everyone who saw him feel ashamed.

Such behavior, no matter how you think about it, should not happen to his great master.

But Charlie was too tired, too tired to bother with so many so-called pure-blood aristocratic etiquettes.

In his opinion, some things are specially shown to outsiders.

Revealing a feeling from the inside out through words and deeds, winning the favor of others, and establishing a good persona in front of the public is the purpose of him maintaining that perfect state.

If he was alone, and he still had to restrain himself with so many rules and regulations, making himself exhausted, then that would be too stupid.

You should know that he is not a stupid pure-blood aristocrat.

The very act of establishing the House-Elf Liberation Front was destined for him to be a fighter against dogma.

Charlie closed his eyes slightly and rubbed his temples.

While comfortably taking a deep breath, he began to replay the entire process of meeting Harry Potter for the first time today.

"Harry Potter, Hogwarts..." Charlie murmured.

"Violet candy, come here."

As he spoke, he casually hooked his finger and flew the violet candy from the table into his mouth.

In an instant, the rich violet aroma once again permeated his mouth, accompanied by a pleasant coolness rushing to his brain.

"Good stuff..."

Charlie couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and closed his eyes again.

"Perhaps, I should pay a visit to my old headmaster... I hope he still likes lemon sherbet as much as before."

After speaking, he took another deep breath, found a comfortable position to relax his whole body, and nestled in the chair, accompanied by the fragrance of violets, and entered dreamland.

… … … … … …

"Knock..."

"Knock knock..."

"Knock knock... Knock"

Not knowing how long had passed, a rhythmic knocking sound woke Charlie, who was sleeping soundly in his chair, dragging him out of his beautiful dream.

Charlie frowned, opened his eyes in a daze, and looked in the direction of the sound with some dissatisfaction.

Finally, his gaze fell on the heavy curtains behind him, or rather, behind the curtains.

Instantly, Charlie, who was still a little grumpy from waking up, seemed to remember something, and his sleepiness disappeared completely.

He completely opened his eyes, came back to his senses, and flipped down from the chair.

"Crack crack," his waist made a series of crisp sounds, causing him to gasp.

"Damn it... I should remember next time, don't sleep like this again."

While muttering, he walked unhurriedly to the curtains, and then reached out and pulled them open.

Through the window, the moon was still hanging high, it seemed that Charlie had not slept for too long.

I saw a tawny owl with mottled gray-brown feathers standing on the windowsill at this moment, tilting its head, looking up at Charlie who had pulled open the curtains. Then, it stretched out its short beak and pecked the glass twice, making a crisp "knock knock" sound.

"I knew it was you... Fionn."

Charlie's face showed an expression of 'as expected', while speaking, he skillfully opened the window.

And Fionn was not polite, seeing that the window was finally opened, opened its short beak, and made a strange short cry, then fluttered its wings and flew straight in through the opened window.

Landing squarely on the very top of the coat rack where Charlie hung his coat and hat.

Leisurely tidying up some slightly damp feathers.

"Alright, come on, baby."

Closing the window, Charlie unhurriedly took out the owl food from the drawer under the long table, casually pinched a handful, put it in his palm, and gestured to Fionn on the coat rack above.

"Coo... Coo coo."

Fionn twisted its head, making a cry that only Charlie could understand. Then, its wings spread open, gliding down from above, and landing steadily on Charlie's raised arm.

Charlie skillfully stroked its dew-stained feathers, while opening his palm, letting it eat the food in his hand.

Looking at Fionn, who was eating happily and couldn't help but make bursts of crisp flute-like cries from its throat.

The corners of Charlie's mouth also raised slightly.

This tawny owl named Fionn is not an ordinary owl.

It is a creation from the system, and has been with him since childhood, for thirty years.

When he was just born, Fionn suddenly appeared by the window of the Black family, quietly watching Charlie, who was still an infant.

Whenever the tasks in the system, the rewards obtained, and the newly issued tasks, would be sent to Charlie by it.

This time was no exception.

Charlie lowered his head, looked at the small box tied to Fionn's feet, skillfully opened it, and took out the things inside.

It was a ring inlaid with a red gemstone.