Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

When Charlie woke up, he didn't know how much time had passed.

He only knew that he had slept very comfortably, probably the most comfortable sleep he had had in the past few days… He had more than made up for the sleep he had missed last night.

“Sitting for too long…”

Charlie said, twisting his stiff neck, and then directly lifted the baffle on the interrogation chair and stood up unhurriedly.

Everything was a facade… Due to Charlie's special status and the influence he brought, the Ministry of Magic, while “detaining” him, gave him the greatest freedom it could give—as long as he didn't leave the interrogation room, he could do whatever else he wanted…

And this, in a sense, also represented the attitude of the Magical Congress.

In fact, things were not as serious as Lienne and the others in distant England imagined.

Even if they hadn't gone to Fudge, Charlie would have been released, it was just a matter of time.

After all, Charlie was now a well-known businessman who was planning to invest in the American magical world and develop in-depth cooperation with local American magical assets…

In the eyes of the wizarding merchants who basically controlled the Magical Congress and supported the councilors, Charlie undoubtedly stepped onto this land he had never been in contact with, with a full level of goodwill.

Just when a group of merchants were eager to communicate with him in detail and get to know him… As a result, the Magical Congress detained him?! How could this be allowed!? What if he got angry and didn't cooperate with us? Would the Magical Congress be responsible?

They didn't care about so-called major cases and suspects… Only interests were the key in the eyes of capital. If this matter even affected future possible business cooperation, then no matter who it was… even a councilor, they had to get off their seat!

So… now it depended on how much integrity those upper-level figures of the Magical Congress had and how long they could withstand the pressure.

As for Fudge, his essential role was as insurance and an external condition to help Charlie shorten this waiting time as much as possible.

… … … … … … … … … …

Just as Charlie was freely strolling around the interrogation room, Stofer's figure reappeared in the hall of the Magical Congress.

However, this time, in addition to him, there was another wizard beside him.

The wizard looked around, obviously with a natural fear of this place.

“Are you… sure?”

He swallowed and unconsciously shrunk his neck, asking Stofer beside him in a low voice. His voice clearly sounded a bit weak.

“Enough nonsense.” Stofer scolded him in a low voice, glancing coldly at the other person, and warned,

“You don’t need to know anything, just use Legilimency once, and then tell me what you get.”

“Then you can let me go?” The wizard's eyes lit up when he heard Stofer's words, and he tentatively asked.

“…” Stofer was silent for a while, and finally nodded. “Yes.”

Hearing Stofer's promise, the wizard obviously breathed a sigh of relief, and his whole state instantly improved a lot, no longer feeling as timid as when he first came in.

“No problem.”

The two walked all the way, hardly encountering anyone else, and returned smoothly to the floor where the Department of Magical Law Enforcement was located.

Then, accompanied by a “bang” of the door closing, they disappeared and went straight to the interrogation room.

When the door closed, in the office of the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, the old man sat behind his desk, obviously hearing something.

Which made the hand that was originally writing the document slightly stagnate.

“Alas…” He sighed, seemingly for Stofer.

He didn't understand why Stofer had to persist… It was obviously a hot potato. The people above were constantly gaming because of this matter, and no one really cared about the so-called truth, and Charlie Black would inevitably not be affected.

You just needed to sit there, slack off, muddle through, wait for the final gaming result, and then bend over, with a smile on your face, and humbly invite this person out. Other than that, there was nothing else to do.

And when everything came to an end, in order to silence the interrogation Auror and make him swallow this matter, there would immediately be a promotion and a raise, allowing you to get some scraps after the two sides' gaming.

But even scraps could be enough for a mere Auror to eat for a lifetime!

The old man originally had this purpose in mind when he asked Stofer to serve as the Auror interrogating Charlie Black, in order to promote his old subordinate.

Unexpectedly, even on such a simple, straightforward path, he could create a rugged path full of thorns and dangers on the side of the road.

With a “slap”, the old man couldn't continue writing, threw the pen on the table, and couldn't help but curse,

“Overestimating yourself, the people above can crush you like crushing an ant, even I don’t dare to do anything!! How dare you recklessly barge in!”

It was a pity that his words would not be heard by others after all. Only when he was alone could he say it like this.

However, just as he was venting his anger caused by Stofer, the old-fashioned telephone on the desk suddenly rang, making a crisp ringing sound.

“Ring ring ring… Ring ring ring”

Helpless, the old man could only stop his original scolding.

Taking a deep breath and adjusting his mood, he picked up the telephone receiver and placed it next to his ear.

“Hello? Department of Magical Law Enforcement. I am…”

Before the old man could finish speaking, the voice on the other end of the phone instantly changed his face in the next second.

“Wh… what?” His original voice began to stutter a little, his pupils shrank sharply, filled with disbelief at what he heard.

“Yes… I understand! Mr. President!!”

With a “swish”, the old man suddenly bounced up from his seat, suppressing the shock in his heart, and replied nervously.

With a “click”, the moment the phone hung up, the old man also moved, no longer with the slowness he had in the office. At this moment, his speed was as fast as a newly hired Auror.

He ran to the door and shouted loudly outside,

“Hurry, emergency situation!”

… … … … … … … … … … … … … … … …

“Yo, you’re back?”

In the interrogation room, Charlie, who was wandering around bored, suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at the reopened door.

The familiar black Auror walked in again, followed by another fellow Charlie didn't recognize.

The person's clothes were dirty, his face covered in a haphazard stubble, and he had an unhealthy pallor. It was immediately obvious that he wasn't an Auror.

Stuph didn't answer Charlie, but turned to look at the other man.

He raised his chin, signaling:

"Hurry up, let's get this over with."

"Don't worry..." The man smiled, pulling his wand from his pocket, a confident look now on his face.

"I'm not bragging... but even among your Magical Congress Aurors who specialize in Legilimency, you can count those better than me on one hand."

"I hope you're as useful as you say..." Stuph said noncommittally.

From beginning to end, the two men ignored Charlie, as if he were already lying on the chopping block, completely under their control.

However, they couldn't be blamed... Due to the limitations imposed by the American magical community, they believed a wizard without a wand was no different from a Muggle.

American wizards simply couldn't comprehend how super wizards like Dumbledore and Voldemort could cast powerful magic with their bare hands... Perhaps they had heard stories from the distant British magical world, but they dismissed them as exaggerated tales, stubbornly and contemptuously denying, "Impossible! There's no such thing as such a powerful wizard in the world!"

......

Seeing their stance, Charlie was first slightly stunned, then seemed to understand something, and his gaze towards them began to become increasingly strange.

"So... do you know what you're doing right now?" He stood beside the interrogation chair, looked at Stuph, and couldn't help but confirm.

"I know," Stuph finally replied, without the slightest hesitation.

"This is my personal action, not under anyone's command, nor approved by anyone!"

Charlie looked at him carefully, as if re-evaluating him from top to bottom.

He suddenly felt that this guy was pathetic... pathetic from any angle.

"Do you know... even if you really get the truth, nothing will happen to me?"

Charlie seemed to want to dissuade him, even to the point of indirectly acknowledging what he had done, and asked directly.

Stuph was silent. The fire of conviction in his eyes seemed to flicker, but he quickly shook his head.

He didn't look at Charlie again, but lowered his head, as if to convince himself.

"I'm just doing the justice an Auror should uphold... As for what happens in the future, that's not my concern."

"Alright..."

Charlie's voice sounded somewhat regretful.

While the two of them were talking, the wizard Stuph had brought in was already prepared.

He held his wand high, eagerly approaching Charlie, a look of confidence on his face.

"Then... let me teach you a lesson."

Charlie shook his head, and as he spoke, he calmly rolled up his sleeves, revealing a forearm covered in scars.

"Whatever you pursue, you need capital... power, money, rights, these are your entrance tickets... Do you think you can pursue justice without considering anything?"

As he spoke, his eyes began to narrow slightly, and his palm began to be faintly covered by an invisible force.

"In fact, not to mention justice, you don't even have the qualifications to obtain the truth right now—"

As soon as he finished speaking, the wizard raised his wand, his mouth opened, and just as he was about to utter the spell, Charlie moved.

"Expelliarmus! ! !"

The next moment, his arm was raised, and a red light instantly gathered, coiled, and perfectly covered his palm in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the scarlet light chain was thrown out by Charlie, directly hitting the wizard's wand.

"Swish! ! !"

The moment the light chain came into contact with the wand, the wizard only felt an extremely powerful pulling force coming from his hand. Before he could react, the wand in his hand flew out, spinning in mid-air, and fell into Charlie's hand.

For a moment, the whole place was silent. Both the wizard and Stuph were speechless at this moment.

They stared wide-eyed at the scarlet light attached to Charlie's hand, and the wand. For a moment, it was as if they had been muted, directly frozen in place.

Stuph suddenly felt like his whole body was struck by an electric current, and goosebumps instantly covered his body.

He hurriedly took out his wand and subconsciously pointed it at Charlie, but the sweat dripping from his forehead and the faintly shocked look in his eyes showed that he was far from as firm as he had been at first.

"How did you... how did you do that?"

His Adam's apple moved up and down, staring intently at Charlie, who was still understated.

Only at this moment did he seem to realize what the "powerful" marked in his information was like.

"So I said..."

Charlie glanced at the dirty wand in his hand with some disgust, and continued:

"When you don't even have the most basic entrance ticket, and you dare to stand in front of an enemy you don't understand, asking him for so-called truth and so-called justice, isn't it ridiculous?"

......

Not long after, the Director of the Serious Crime Investigation Division hurriedly arrived with the assembled Aurors.

"Stuph! ! ! ! What the hell are you doing! ! ! Give me— — —"

As the door of the interrogation room was kicked open, the Director of the Serious Crime Investigation Division rushed in while cursing angrily. But when he looked around at the situation in front of him, his angry roar came to an abrupt halt.

Only Charlie was still standing there in the interrogation room…

As for Stuph and the wizard he brought in, they were all lying on the ground, unconscious and motionless…

"Don't worry... they've just fainted. They'll wake up on their own in a few hours."

Charlie said calmly, putting down the sleeves he had just rolled up, and slowly walked to the old man at the door.

He patted the old man on the shoulder and said softly:

"Sorry... excuse me."

Then, under the gaze of a group of Aurors, he calmly stepped out of the interrogation room.