Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

“…” Skrimgeour paused again. Google Search Reading

Looking at Charlie, whose mere name could bring such a big reaction to these vicious people, he had no choice but to put away his wand again with a head full of shock.

Although, as an old Auror who had been on the battlefield, he naturally knew what kind of person Charlie Black, who now seemed like a kind and successful businessman, was back then.

However, Scrimgeour never expected that in the eyes of a group of Death Eaters, a conditioned reflex-like fear had already formed.

After coughing twice to relieve some of the embarrassment, he continued to pretend to be extremely calm and nonchalant, leading Charlie forward.

“Okay, ignore these disgusting little嘍囉s, we are almost at Bellatrix’s cell…”

After looking around for a week, seeing that no one dared to jump out and speak, Charlie couldn’t help but smile and nodded, looking like he missed the time in the war…

“Well, that’s great, I can’t wait to see my dear sister.”

The passage between the prisons once again returned to its former silence, as if the monster that had just revealed its fangs had impatiently retreated back into the abyss invisible to the naked eye after only a few threatening gestures.

Whether it was the Dementors or the felons, they were all like this, which inevitably made people feel a bit anticlimactic.

“Um, Charlie…sorry, can I call you that?”

On the way to Bellatrix’s cell, Scrimgeour couldn’t help but ask, turning his head suddenly.

“Of course.” Charlie readily agreed, after all, he was naturally happy to befriend the Head of the Auror Office.

Although it seems now that as an honest businessman, he has nothing to ask of the other party…but who can say what will happen in the future?

“Thank you.” Scrimgeour nodded.

Charlie thought he saw a slight relaxation in the other party’s serious expression.

“I’m just curious…those scum reacted as if they had been stung by a poisonous scorpion when they heard your name.”

Speaking of this, Scrimgeour paused, a smile appearing on his lips, though it was unclear why he was happy.

“Frankly speaking, I have never seen those scum who fanatically worship the Dark Lord react like this. What exactly did you do to them in that battle back then?”

“Well…”

Charlie raised his eyebrows slightly, pondered for a moment, and then casually replied

“Maybe it’s because too many Death Eaters died in my hands…Since I joined the war, until the end, I have been assassinated no less than twenty times.

Poisoning, sneak attacks, ambushes, suicide attacks…About a hundred of Voldemort’s subordinates participated in it before and after… … … … ”

Scrimgeour’s expression couldn’t help but change, and his eyes widened a bit. Although he didn’t speak, his expression fully revealed the shock in his heart.

After all, although he understood that as the most dazzling rising star on the battlefield, Charlie would inevitably be targeted by Voldemort. But he never expected that Voldemort would be so “attentive” to him.

What made Scrimgeour even more incredible was that even under such “special care,” Charlie Black was still able to stand here unscathed, and even from the surface, he couldn’t see any traces of the past…This also gave him a deeper understanding of the horror of Charlie’s strength in his heart.

However, what Scrimgeour didn’t expect was that even so, he was still one-sided…

Charlie continued to say to himself, continuing the words just now

“…Only one person survived, and the rest all died in my hands.”

… … … … … … … … … … … … … … …

Since then, the Head of the Auror Office, who had been chatting with him along the way, was completely silent.

He walked forward with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

It wasn’t until the two gradually walked into the deepest part of this area where felons were held that he finally recovered from Charlie’s words…

“Bellatrix Lestrange is ahead.”

Scrimgeour stretched out his hand and pointed to a cell not far away, saying so.

Charlie nodded, said nothing, paused for half a second, and then continued to follow the other party’s pace, slowly walking towards his sister whom he hadn’t seen for a long time…

“Bellatrix Lestrange…”

Scrimgeour stood in front of the iron railing door with a bit of rust, took out his wand, gently tapped the railing on it, and called out her name.

“Someone has come to see you.”

Seeming to deliberately not go forward immediately, watching Scrimgeour’s actions, and looking at the darkness behind the door where nothing could be seen, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of complicated thoughts in his heart.

In a trance, Charlie seemed to return to his childhood, back to the home controlled by Cygnus, and Bellatrix’s arrogant and crazy posture also became clear in his memory, causing him to frown subconsciously.

With Scrimgeour’s call, there was also movement in the dark cell. A hoarse female voice slowly came out.

“See me? How rare…I thought that almost everyone who could die had already died.”

The woman’s voice was low, but there was still a bit of inevitable madness in her emotions.

Seeming to have not communicated with people for too long, after sighing, she didn’t wait for Scrimgeour to say anything, and continued to say faintly

“Who is it? Let me guess…Lucius Malfoy? Or Igor Karkaroff…Or…Corban Yaxley…No, it shouldn’t be him, he’s not qualified to come here. Could it be… … … … ”

Without letting her continue, Charlie sighed, slowly stepped forward, and greeted calmly in the direction of the voice coming from the cell

“Long time no see…my dear elder sister.”

Suddenly, Bellatrix’s voice stopped, like a stuck tape, abruptly.

There was no more sound in the cell, as if everything they had just heard was an illusion.

After a long time, with a rustling sound, Bellatrix slowly walked out of the darkness.

It’s just that at this moment, there was no so-called excitement or joy of relatives on her face…There was only great sarcasm, and the hatred reflected in her bloodshot eyes.

“Look, I thought who would come here to see me… … … … It’s you, Charlie Black.”

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