Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 101

After coming out of Katie's magic house with the deformed ugly wand in his hand, Charlie waved it again without much hesitation, letting the somewhat jerky magic power begin to heal along with his shaking wrist. Start volts.

With a sound of "shua", a ray of light suddenly lit up in the dark alley, but it quickly faded away.The light dissipated, and Charlie also disappeared in place, heading straight for the blind pig bar.

..............................

"Akwen!! Tell me how you cut off that house elf's leg that day!!"

In the misty atmosphere mixed with various alcohol smells, the performance of the goblin jazz band continued, but not many people were paying attention to it.

A sorcerer who was clearly drunk grinned and hiccupped, revealing a mouthful of scorched yellow teeth
He turned his head and drunkenly patted a skinny wizard who looked like Latino.

The skinny wizard picked up a glass of gurgling spirits and drank it in one gulp.Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he stood up from his seat very cooperatively.

Staggering a few crooked steps, he came to the wall, and took off a shriveled calf from the exhibit hanging on it—it was the one that Dab cut off.

The skinny wizard grabbed the ankle of that calf, lifted it up high, and looked around the crowd for a week. After taking in all the expressions in his eyes, he finally yelled at them with a serious face and said:
"It's not going to be easy—don't think I'm fooling you. He's no ordinary house-elf."

"That... guy's skin is really thick, and it's thanks to me!"

When he said this, the proud expression on his already proud face became even more proud.

The chin was raised high, and then he patted his chest fiercely.

"Didn't you see that at the time!? So many wizards were attacking him, but I was the only one who chopped off his legs!"

"Like when you killed those three Muggles in Arkansas with the Slicing Charm!"

The crowd obviously knew something about this skinny wizard named Akewen, and they naturally echoed loudly.

"right!!!"

Mentioning this, Akwen seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, and his whole body became energetic, waving his calf, and said
"Just like how I killed that family of Muggles! The Cutting Curse on me! It's not what I said! I'm sure I'm the best one among the blind pigs."

Akewen licked his mouth, and seemed to start to miss the fun he had just found when he was wanted, and his expression became more and more morbidly gentle.

"It's all about consistent practice..."

Fields naturally noticed the commotion in the bar. He glanced at Akewen who was still boasting, shook his head with a smile, then picked up the cigar in his hand and took a sharp puff.

A mouthful of light pink smoke was spit out from his mouth, and a hint of intoxication gradually appeared on Fields' face.

Smacking his lips, Fields turned his head, glanced at a subordinate beside him, and asked involuntarily

"Why is it so powerful this time? Where did it come from?"

"A new arrival from Germany recently."

The little brother next to him hurriedly bowed his body and answered cautiously.

"As expected of the Germans... the materials used are genuine."

Fields nodded in satisfaction, stroked the mustache under his nose, and took another deep breath.

But this time, before he could exhale the puff of smoke, a violent roar exploded in his ears.

"boom!!!!!!!"

"Ahem..." The sudden voice startled Fildes.He didn't follow in one breath, and almost inhaled the smoke of the cigar directly into his lungs.

"Damn it, where is the movement?"

While lowering his head and coughing in embarrassment, he subconsciously narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw that Akewen, who just stood up and yelled wantonly, had lost his voice at this moment.

His head disappeared at some point, and only at the place where the neck and head were connected, there were still burnt marks, which gradually spread downward.

The body is still standing, and the arm that raised his "trophy" has not been put down.It seemed that even Akwen's body hadn't realized that he was dead yet.

For a while, the noisy bar fell silent as if the tape had been stuck.

With a "click", the cigar Fildes held in his hand fell to the ground.He was also stunned, stunned by this sudden accident that did not know why.

But in the next second, he immediately reacted, and his brows turned into a pimple. He stood up from his seat with a "crack", and while searching the crowd for the caster just now, he cursed loudly.
"Which bloody bastard!! Don't you know you can't do it in the blind pig bar?!!!"

No matter how drunk the guys were, they were all sober.Began to look around vigilantly.The various guys have even pulled out their wands and made gestures ready to cast spells.

"So... didn't he just cut off the leg of an elf in this stinking place just before?"

Just when everyone was vigilant, the atmosphere became more and more tense, and Charlie's voice suddenly came out of the crowd.

Immediately, the wizards beside him receded subconsciously to the surroundings, and all eyes were also focused on him.

Charlie sat at the ordinary table, and like the other guests who came here, ordered a glass of cluck and sipped it alone.

The wand was still held in his hand, and at the top of the wand, the residual heat was still there, and a wisp of white smoke was blowing upwards.What it represents is also self-evident.

Looking at Charlie who was calm and composed, as if he didn't feel that he was being watched by a whole bar of desperadoes, Fields narrowed his eyes.

After a moment of silence, Fields asked tentatively

"You're the owner of that house-elf?"

"No, I'm his boss." Charlie shook his head, put down the wine glass in his hand, then stood up, patted the folds on his clothes, and said unhurriedly.

"........."

The brows that were originally gathered together did not relax, but tightened a little.

Fields' years of experience beat him inexplicably in his heart, telling him that the guy in front of him was not a fuel-efficient lamp.

"Whatever you are to him..."

While organizing his words, Fields looked warily at the ugly wand in the opponent's hand.

"At least now, Akwen is dead. Akwen made a mistake first, I will give you a face and let you leave, how about it?"

Hearing Fildes' speech, all kinds of surprise, puzzlement, and astonishment were mixed together in the bar, forming a burst of noisy voices.

"Stop it……"

However, in the face of the generosity shown by Fields, Charlie did not nod.

He laughed, and looked straight at Fields, making him feel chills in his heart.

"If I go back like this, I won't be able to explain to my people."

(End of this chapter)