Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

With that, there was nothing more to say.

Russell closed the notebook and accompanied Charlie towards the testing location of the vending machine.

The two left the office, went straight down the stairs, and finally left the main factory building of Charlie's Candy Factory, strolling along the path leading to the research and development base.

As they were walking, suddenly, a faint sound came from not far away, reaching Charlie's ears.

"Yes, don't rush, take it slow!"

It was a somewhat hoarse and rough voice, with a hint of unobvious gratification and joy, which made him feel inexplicably familiar. After a little辨认, Charlie recognized the owner of the voice—it was Chafcha, one of the first little 精灵s to follow him, and also Dab's father.

Accompanying that voice was a staggering muffled sound, as if a wooden stick was hitting the ground, and a slightly childish voice compared to it.

"Don't worry! I feel like I've adapted already. It won't be long before I can walk on my own without support!" The words were filled with the vigor unique to a young man, as well as optimism and perseverance. This time, almost without辨认, Charlie understood.

Unconsciously stopping his pace, he turned his head and cast his gaze in the direction of the sound, which was the location of the medical room.

He raised his eyebrows, suddenly as if he remembered something, lowered his head, and whispered to Russell beside him,

"Is that Dab? Is he already able to get out of bed?"

"Yes, Master Charlie."

Hearing Charlie's words, Russell's eyes lit up a bit unconsciously. He grinned and nodded in response.♦♦  ♦♦Then he continued.

"Dab is a young lad, and his physical fitness is astonishing. Originally, I thought that with such a serious injury, he would need to lie in bed for at least another month. As a result, after only eight or nine days, he was already able to barely sit up in bed! And now, he can even start walking with the help of Chafcha and Nicole, although he's not walking very smoothly yet, but he's slowly adapting."

Speaking of this, Russell couldn't help but twitch his nose, and his eyes couldn't help but feel a burst of soreness. Then he sincerely sighed,

"Seriously, I feel like this young man will be bouncing around again in a few days!"

Hearing this, Charlie couldn't help but nod. He took a deep breath, and a few glimmers of relief appeared in his eyes. He couldn't help but sigh,

"As long as he doesn't become discouraged, this child's future will be limitless."

Suddenly, Charlie's heart stirred, and he continued,

"Originally, I was planning to wait a little later to see how Dab was doing, but since we've encountered him here, it's quite timely."

"Do you want to see that child?" Russell quickly raised his head and asked.

Charlie nodded, without saying anything else, and took the opportunity to change direction, walking towards the medical room from the fork in the path.

Seeing Charlie move, Russell nodded and hurried to keep up.

Before long, the path under their feet had reached its end. The two turned a corner, and soon saw Chafcha carefully扶着 Dab in the open space in front of the medical room, not daring to relax in the slightest.

That appearance was even more cautious than when dueling with wizards during wartime.

Looking at his old subordinate, Charlie's eyes couldn't help but surge with a few touches.

He could vaguely feel that Chafcha was at least ten years older than when he had seen him ten days ago...

Even according to the 精灵's lifespan of two hundred years, he was only just壮年, but the expression on his face revealed nothing but vicissitudes.

Charlie could also understand this... After all, for any father, watching their originally healthy and lively child be ravaged into this appearance is undoubtedly a heartbreaking thing.

He didn't doubt that if there really existed a magic in the world that could transfer the trauma on Dab's body, then he would definitely choose to bear this pain for his son without hesitation.

After taking a deep breath, Charlie's gaze shifted from Chafcha to Dab.

Sure enough, as Russell had said, Dab's recovery speed was indeed surprising. In just over ten days, the hideous wounds on his body had healed a lot. Although they were still wrapped in gauze, there was no more blood seeping out.

The severed calf had also been replaced with a wooden prosthesis.

At this moment, with his father's support, he was already able to start adapting to walking.

The color on his face had recovered a bit, and his eyes were still as bright as when Charlie had first seen him.

His mouth was slightly open, panting in small breaths. There were also some glittering beads of sweat hanging on his forehead. It looked like he had been walking here for quite some time.

Charlie stopped again, looking at the figures of the two in the bright sunshine. He thought he had let go of his inner turmoil, but once again it became heavy. He pursed his lips, and for a moment he didn't know what he was thinking.

Russell was still following behind Charlie. Seeing the other party stop, he naturally stopped as well.

Looking up at Charlie's absent-minded gaze and slightly pursed lips, as a servant who had taken care of him for nearly ten years, he could naturally understand what Charlie was thinking at this moment.

Then he didn't speak, but lowered his head, moved his foot slightly, and kicked up a small stone.

"Gulu Gulu Gulu" The stone rolled along the ground for a while, and finally rolled to Dab, who was concentrating on practicing his steps.

Dab was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously stopped. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the rolling stone. Instantly, Charlie and Russell came into view.

"Mr. Black!!"

In an instant, Dab's expression changed from the initial bewilderment to surprise, and then from surprise to undisguised joy.

Accompanied by his loud shout, Chafcha also raised his head and saw Charlie standing there not far away, not knowing how long he had been there.

His eyes also flickered with light. Although he didn't express it as directly as his child, he still grinned and respectfully nodded in greeting,

"Mr. Black."

At the same time, Charlie also interrupted the thoughts in his mind, came back to his senses, looked at the two, relaxed his expression, and showed a sincere smile.

"Morning, Chafcha, Dab."

While speaking, Charlie didn't stop, but instead stepped forward, walked to Dab's side, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and asked softly,

"How's the recovery going, my dear young man?"

"Don't worry! Everything's fine!"

Seemingly because he saw Charlie, Dab's expression was faintly flushed. He nodded without hesitation, and then impatiently raised his prosthetic leg, and continued to answer with a proud face,

"I've almost learned to walk with this thing! Although it looks quite difficult, but if you try it slowly, it's actually no different from before. I feel like it won't be long before I can be the same as before."

Listening to Dab's answer, Charlie couldn't help but feel a burst of sourness in his nose, but he still didn't show it in front of Dab.

"Don't worry... After a few days, when you've fully recovered, I'll let you follow Russell to be his assistant and start trying to get closer to the factory's business... and also help him share the pressure."