Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

Charlie didn't say much. Faced with Voldemort's almost frantic cursing, his expression didn't even change.

He continued to watch calmly, watching the ghostly soul, neither human nor ghost, wrapped in mist, darting towards the distant sky, disappearing without a trace in Charlie's eyes.

And losing Voldemort's control, the shell that had been flying in the air suddenly fell straight to the ground from a height of more than ten meters like a puppet with a broken string.

Seeing that he would be smashed into a pile of minced meat if he fell, Charlie moved.

Obviously, he hadn't forgotten his initial promise to Lucius. Since he couldn't hand over the mastermind behind the scenes to him, then as Voldemort's spokesperson, taking his body back would at least be superficially acceptable.

With a sharp pull of his wand, the raging flames were completely withdrawn. Immediately afterwards, the trees that were almost completely carbonized struggled with their trunks, spreading out their branches and accurately wrapping around Quirrell, who was falling vertically, and gently placed him on the ground.

So far, it also represents that the battle has finally come to an end… I just don't know, without following the original plot development, how much impact will this sudden disruption of the situation have on the future?

Forget it… That's not something he should be considering now. As a tiny butterfly that has just flapped its wings, he can only take care of the present.

While dispersing the black flames that were still burning fiercely, he pondered in his heart how to explain this matter clearly.

Charlie suppressed the fatigue in his mind, raised his head, and quietly closed his eyes, taking a deep breath of turbid air in the cold wind that was still mixed with the lingering heat of the flames.

Suddenly, at this moment, he felt a chill on the tip of his nose.

"Huh?"

When he opened his eyes, snowflakes, pure white and flawless, fell from the sky, scattered everywhere.

Falling into the wreckage of the fire, using its whiteness to temporarily cover the ugly blackness at this time, and also comforting the tens of thousands of frightened creatures in the Forbidden Forest, as if telling everyone that everything was over…

Looking at the white snow, Charlie couldn't help but smile.

With a "plop", ignoring everything else, he simply stopped thinking about anything and lay straight down on the flat ground behind him, letting the snow cover his body and Quirrell's remains.

"Cha… Charlie! ?"

After an unknown amount of time, in a rustling sound, Charlie reopened his eyes, as if he had taken a long nap, which restored a lot of his energy…

Not far from him, he saw Hagrid's tall figure.

Hagrid stared, his brain crashing again. He looked at the destroyed Forbidden Forest, and then at the two people lying in the snow. For a moment, there was an unspeakable anger in his heart, causing him to clench his fists tightly.

As the keeper of the Forbidden Forest, and a pure person who sincerely loves magical creatures, at this moment, no one has more reason to be angry than him.

Seeing the originally lush trees that have now died out, watching the lives that have turned into charcoal in the sea of fire… his heart couldn't stop bleeding.

Great pain struck, causing his expression to become unprecedentedly ferocious after experiencing confusion.

Only now did Charlie realize that when this seemingly honest and honest Hagrid became angry, his beard and hair could actually stand on end, like Zhong Kui, who often appears in Chinese New Year paintings, which was really scary.

"What's going on! ! !"

The huge roar seemed like a hibernating giant bear being accidentally awakened, causing the surrounding snow scene to seem to be slightly stunned, stopping in the air for a few seconds.

Charlie stood up in a panic, staggering to support himself on a nearby tree, and then pointed to Quirrell, who was already dead, and said in a "difficult" tone,

"This guy used the Fiendfyre Curse… At the last moment, he tried to fight me to the death… Fortunately, I barely avoided his attack, but the Forbidden Forest…"

Charlie didn't continue, because Hagrid's eyes had already turned bloodshot after hearing these words.

Plus Fang beside him, his appearance was exactly like a berserker who had been兽化 (beastified).

Out of trust in his friend, Hagrid didn't have the slightest doubt about Charlie's words, and directly threw away the pink umbrella in his hand.

After roaring "Bastard!!!", he led Fang beside him and pounced on Quirrell's body in the snow, frantically waving his iron fists for the purpose of venting his anger.

And taking advantage of Hagrid's frantic output, Charlie, who had a "difficult" expression on his face, stood up silently.

He slowly walked to Hagrid's side and began to watch him punch the culprit of everything, punch after punch.

Regarding this, Charlie didn't have much guilt in his heart.

After all, if Voldemort hadn't suddenly counterattacked, could I have been forced to use Fire Style: Protection? In the final analysis, grievances have their heads, debts have their owners, and the main responsibility still lies with the other party… This doesn't count as deceiving Hagrid, at most it's just… misleading.

Under the heavy snow, after an unknown amount of time, Hagrid, who was riding on Quirrell's body and beating him hard, finally calmed the anger in his heart and stopped his fists.

And behind him, Charlie couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Hagrid's fists all hit his body, so that Quirrell still had a human appearance… At least when he sends it to Lucius, he might still be able to tell who it is.

After venting, Hagrid, whose brain returned to calm, remembered Charlie's situation, his eyes widened a bit, and he stood up with a whoosh, turned his head, and hurriedly supported Charlie, and asked with concern.

"How are you, Charlie, where are you injured?"

Charlie leaned on Hagrid's strong arm, first waved his hand, then closed his eyes and pressed his temples, and replied "weakly,"

"I didn't suffer any serious injuries… It's just that I used too much magic, and my mind is still a little tired for a while."

Hearing this, Hagrid nodded, also relieved.

He looked at the corpse on the ground, and then at Charlie, suddenly thought of something, and his eyes became strange.

"By the way… Charlie, what exactly is going on? Why did Quirrell appear here, and… why are you here too?"

Hearing this, Charlie opened his mouth, intending to explain, but before he could speak, he was pushed back by a shrill cry from a distance.

"Uncle!!!!!"

The two of them simultaneously turned their heads subconsciously and cast their gazes behind them.

They saw Draco not far away, his eyes wide open, looking at his uncle in disbelief, and tears welled up in his eyes for a moment.

Even though he had just arrived at the scene, even though he didn't know anything…

But looking at his uncle, and looking at Quirrell lying on the ground, as well as the almost tragic scene around him… everything was connected in his mind, and the answer was instantly produced.

Uncle must have come… for me!!!

Clearly, he had only written a letter, and his uncle had silently run to Hogwarts and killed Quirrell!

This... this was such a silent and heavy love!

!

!

Thinking of this, thousands of emotions converged into gratitude, and the tears that swirled in his eyes poured out like a burst dam.

Without saying anything more, because everything was understood, Draco cried out "Uncle" while running, rushing straight into Charlie's arms.

Feeling the warmth of Charlie's embrace, he only felt incredibly at ease at this moment...

Charlie raised an eyebrow, said nothing, patted Draco on the back, and glanced at Hagrid beside him.

He seemed to be asking him why his nephew was here.

Hagrid scratched his head, took a deep breath, and then asked Draco,

"Why are you alone? Where are Harry and Ron?"

Draco heard Hagrid's question and realized that his companions were still waiting for him.

He quickly raised his head from Charlie's embrace, pointed in the direction he had come from, and hurriedly said,

"Harry... Harry fainted halfway! I was afraid there was some danger, so I told them to wait there, and I came over to take a look myself."

"What!?"

Hearing the news of Harry's fainting, Hagrid was immediately startled, and without bothering to care why Charlie was here, he hurriedly turned his head and ran in the direction Draco had pointed.

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Such a big event naturally could not escape the attention of Hogwarts Castle.

Soon, Dumbledore, wearing a robe over his pajamas, appeared in front of Charlie with a group of similarly dressed professors.

...

Finally, after a whole night of follow-up work, until the sun was about to rise, the group barely managed to repair some of the damage caused in the Forbidden Forest...

"..."

Inside the Headmaster's office, Dumbledore yawned, pinched his temples with some exhaustion, and couldn't help but sigh to Charlie in front of him,

"I didn't expect that in less than half a month, you would be in my office again..."

"I didn't expect it either."

Charlie dusted off the black marks that were still on his clothes and nodded in agreement.

"...This time, twenty-five percent of the Forbidden Forest was affected by the fire... Many trees were damaged, and the ecological environment was severely damaged... The centaurs are very angry and demand that I give a reasonable explanation. I must say, the commotion you caused this time was too big."

"It wasn't me... You know that."

Hearing this, Charlie, who was still cleaning his clothes, immediately sat up straight and declared.

"Hmph..."

However, facing Charlie's shameless denial, Dumbledore didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, just squinting at Charlie. Then, he made two ambiguous nasal sounds.

"...Cough"

Seeming to be embarrassed by Dumbledore's gaze, Charlie coughed twice and continued,

"Although, it wasn't me who did it. But—after all, I also participated in that battle... In order to express my sincerity, I am willing to donate to the damaged Forbidden Forest area free of charge in the name of Charlie Black..."

After saying that, he carefully stretched out his hand, tentatively gesturing, and asked,

"What do you think about 25,000 Galleons?"

"...Barely acceptable."

Having received Charlie's promise, Dumbledore opened his squinted eyes, sat up straight again, and regained his usual demeanor.

He looked at Charlie and finally began to talk about serious matters.

"Alright, Charlie, now tell me, what exactly happened? To be honest, until now, I'm still completely confused..."

Here it comes!

Charlie thought to himself. As expected, what was coming would eventually come.

But he was not too panicked, because a night was enough for him to come up with an explanation.

"It's... Voldemort."

After a moment of pause, Charlie also became serious, slowly opened his mouth, and unexpectedly gave Dumbledore an unexpected answer.

The spirit that was originally tired due to lack of sleep was also completely awakened by Charlie's words.

"Quirrell was just Voldemort's servant... He had been lurking in Quirrell's body, hibernating in the school. Although I don't know why he came, I think, Headmaster Dumbledore, you must know, right?"

In addition to shock, Dumbledore's eyes flickered with light and shadow. He nodded, which was considered a default. But he didn't say anything, but waited for Charlie's next words.

"As for how I found out... all of this is thanks to Severus."

"Snape?" Dumbledore seemed surprised, he raised his eyebrows and asked subconsciously.

"The day after Draco was attacked, he wrote me a letter... In the letter, he told me about Quirrell's suspicious points, and suspected that he must be hiding some ulterior secrets in the dark... So, I refocused my attention on the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who seemed timid and rarely existed."

"I see..."

A look of understanding appeared on Dumbledore's face.

But Charlie couldn't be sure whether this old fox really believed him, or was just putting aside the cause and effect of the matter for the time being.

After Charlie finished speaking, Dumbledore closed his eyes, leaned on the back of the chair, and took a deep breath. It seemed that he was digesting the news, and it also seemed that he was reviewing Quirrell's various behaviors over the past year.

"Okay... Thank you for your hard work, Charlie."

After a while, when he opened his eyes, his expression returned to his usual kindness and gentleness, as if nothing had happened.

"Thank you for everything you have done... There's nothing else here, go see Harry and the others."

"Where are they?"

"Due to yesterday's events, I have given them a leave of absence. Now, if I remember correctly, they are probably all in the school hospital."

Charlie nodded thoughtfully, said nothing more, and walked towards the door.

"Wait..."

Just as he was about to step out of the door, Dumbledore behind him suddenly seemed to have thought of something and called out to him again.

"It won't be long... There will probably be some things happening. I will invite you to come again then, okay?"

"Of course."

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