Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 112 Next time

Apparently, during the party that night, Charlie Black undoubtedly became the focus of attention.

As Mueller said, it was indeed a private party limited to "friends", so not many people came.

Ling Ling finally counted the female companions brought by these wealthy businessmen, and there were only more than 30 people.

The meeting place was at Muller's home. The luxurious villa hall was already brightly lit when the banquet started.

Everyone was well dressed, as if deliberately imitating those gentlemen in the British magic world. At first glance, Charlie couldn't help but feel a little dazed, as if he was still in England at the moment.

Charlie moved through the crowd, sparking conversation wherever he went.

Those wealthy businessmen raised their wine glasses, with reserved smiles on their faces, they held the arms of their female companions, and nodded slightly with Charlie.Then start a little chat.There were as many topics as possible in the small talk, and finally he was willing to introduce the main topic, presenting his identity and business card...

In this way, by the end of the banquet, there were more than a dozen business cards in Charlie's hand.

These business cards run through all walks of life, from light industry to magic props, from clothing to magic brooms. The owner of almost every one is a leader in the American magic world.

Muller didn't let Charlie leave after the banquet was over. Since it was too late, he simply stopped the other party directly, enthusiastically let Charlie stay, and specially ordered the maid to clean out a guest room quickly.The hospitality was hard to turn down, and Charlie could only nod in agreement in the end.

With a sound of "Huh...", when he returned to the room Mueller had prepared for him, the expression on Charlie's original face also eased.

My brain, which has been tense for an unknown amount of time, can finally relax.

Without hesitation, he took off his clothes, washed up, and rushed straight to the big bed.

Lying on the soft bed, looking at the ceiling in front of him, which is engraved with exquisite reliefs from unknown stories, and the luxurious glazed crystal lamp, there is only one thought in Charlie's brain.

"Okay, it's all over..."

At this moment, his whole body relaxed.The brain that has been running at high intensity for nearly two days can finally get a moment of rest.

Just like that, Charlie closed his eyes.The moment his eyelids closed, he fell into a deep sleep.

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Looking back to England, Charlie's factory.

Tonight, Russell did not handle the official duties that should be handled as usual, but climbed up to the highest roof of the factory together with Ryan.

The deep night seemed extraordinarily quiet, and the mist that originally covered the sky seemed to have been blown away, making the bright stars and the moon reappear in front of everyone's eyes.

It's just a pity that people don't seem to pay attention to the beautiful scenery above their heads. They are busy with work and life after work, and they can't even squeeze out the time to raise their faces and look at the sky.

Only Russell and Ryan are left, and at this moment they have it all to themselves.

"Seriously... Russell wants to apologize to you."

Feeling the night wind blowing across his cheeks, making his huge ears quiver a little, Russell spoke.

He looked at Ryan who was lighting a cigarette leisurely beside him, and said sincerely.

"Ok?"

Ryan held the cigarette between his fingers, and paused for a moment with his fingers about to put it in his mouth.

Turning his head away, looking at Russell, he raised his eyebrows.

The expression on his face was no longer as decisive and confident as it was this morning, but regained a hopeless laziness.

"Sorry, what are you sorry for?" Ryan's voice was relaxed, and even his words were slow, feeling that he didn't need any strength.

It seemed that after confirming that nothing happened to Charlie, there was nothing in this world that could make him feel urgent.

"At the time, Russell used to be self-righteous and thought that he could handle everything well. Even if Master Charlie was not around, I could still manage the entire factory in an orderly manner, without any accidents, and provide Mr. Charlie with the most stable rear."

Russell looked a little sad, his head drooped, and even his ears trembling from the wind shrank a little.

"So when Master Charlie told Russell that you were going to replace Mr. Charlie, to be honest, I actually... had an inexplicable resistance, even if it was only for a few days, to be honest, I felt that I couldn't bear it. So in When you first came, you expressed hostility and talked to you like that."

Ryan lowered his raised brows again, nodded thoughtfully, and stopped looking at the other party, but looked up at the sky.

He held the filter of the cigarette in his mouth, and as he took a deep breath, the sparks at the top gradually spread, burning the shredded tobacco inside.

"Huh..." White smoke spewed out of his mouth, and Ryan's eyes narrowed, which made the already lazy look more intense.

The atmosphere became silent again for a while, Russell did not continue, and Ryan did not speak.Only the sound of the evening wind blowing, still telling everyone that this story has not been silenced.

"Actually, you didn't think wrong." After a long time, Ryan took the cigarette away from his mouth, and then responded.

"There was no trouble in the factory, and you did everything you were supposed to do. What happened today was not within the scope of your considerations. Otherwise... why did Charlie ask me to come?"

The corner of Ryan's mouth curled into a smile, and even his eyes showed a different look.

"And just like I told you at the beginning...I agree with you, Charlie Black is irreplaceable by anyone."

He stretched out his hand and patted Russell's shoulder skillfully to express affection and relief.

Although Russell was too thin compared to Ryan's size, being so caught off guard almost made him stagger...

"You just said a fact, and you don't need to apologize to me for it."

Hearing these words, for a moment, Russell raised his head in surprise, and those huge eyes looked up at Ryan's side face.

The slightly gloomy look in the eyes rose again, and a little bit of joy rose.Even with those drooping ears, they raised up again.

The minds of most elves are like this, which is very easy to guess.They simply don't hide their emotions as complicatedly as people do.Laugh when you should be happy, and cry when you are sad. It seems that as long as you look at them, you can know what they are thinking.

"Thank you, Ryan! You're such a nice guy!!"

He suddenly rolled up from the roof, happily shouting in a slightly sharp voice.

Then he stretched out his hand, imitating Ryan's appearance just now, got up and patted the opponent's shoulder.

Ryan didn't stop him, his eyes were bent, he continued to pick up the cigarette, and took a deep breath.

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"Actually... Russell has one more thing, I want to ask you, of course, if you don't want to answer, just pretend that Russell didn't say anything."

When Russell was happy and sat down again, he spoke carefully again.

"What?" Ryan replied casually.

"Your name wasn't actually Ryan... was it?"

When Russell asked this sentence, his voice was extremely solemn.

He carefully observed the other party's expression, as soon as the other party showed an expression of reluctance, he would immediately change the topic and turn it over with a haha.

Originally, he didn't want to ask this question... After all, as a servant of Master Charlie, the first thing to do is to maintain the attitude that a servant should have.

Although Charlie doesn't pay much attention to these things in normal times, Russell has been strictly adhering to them, and even vaguely showed that he wanted to use Kreacher in the ancestral home of the Black family as a template.

However, thinking about Ryan's expression this morning, his attitude, and the confidence and calmness he exuded after he changed his past.

At that moment, Russell even thought in a trance that this was the owner who drank the compound potion!He was so curious, so curious...

So, after returning from the Ministry of Magic, he couldn't wait to toss up and down in his room for a long time, and found a family rubbings about the Black family.

Before asking this question, he already had his own answer, and what he needed now was nothing more than a confirmation.

Ryan's fingers trembled slightly, and an inexplicably complicated look appeared in his originally squinted eyes.

It seems to be reminiscing, but there is a faint and some kind of struggle between the brows.

Russell couldn't help regretting, thinking why he asked this.

So he opened his mouth hastily, and was about to say something else, when he picked this matter up, suddenly—Lian nodded.

"right……"

The complexities in his expression disappeared, as if he had never appeared before, and he returned to his original calm, as if answering an ordinary question, he readily admitted.

"Reculus Black."

He whispered out this extremely strange, yet extremely familiar name.

Although there was still no change in his expression, there was a slight change in the ups and downs of his chest.

Although I have already guessed a lot, but the name has been confirmed. When it was read from Ryan's mouth, Russell's heart still couldn't stop the turmoil.

"So, so you—" He felt his mouth dry up, he opened his mouth and continued stammeringly.

"Not dead." Ryan laughed, quite brightly.

If it weren't for the embarrassing stubble on his face, then this smile would be even brighter... Russell thought subconsciously in his heart

At this moment, the cigarette in my hand has been burned to the bottom, the shreds of tobacco are burnt out, and the sparks are dim and will disappear.

He simply pressed the little cigarette that was left on the roof, and after completely wiping out the sparks on it, he raised his arm high and threw it vigorously into the distance.

Seeing the wreckage of the cigarette draw a beautiful arc in the air, and finally fell down, Ryan also took a deep breath as if he was relieved.

"I've kept this secret for many years... No one knows except Charlie. Even my brother would never have thought that I'm actually still alive."

Ryan stood up, stretched his waist, and then changed his gaze from the moon in the sky to looking into the distance.

"You're the third—besides Charlie and me, the third person who knows about this."

Russell was a little dazed. He looked up at the tall and straight figure, speechless for a moment.

"Do you know why I told you?"

Ryan didn't care whether the other party spoke or not, so he continued talking.

Russell opened his eyes wide and shook his head subconsciously.

"Because, I believe that if even the whole world... including me, betrays Charlie, then you will be the only guy standing by his side in the end, so you are worthy of my trust."

Listening to Ryan's words, he couldn't help blinking his eyes, as if he had received some kind of supreme affirmation, Russell followed suit, his face flushed, and he nodded vigorously, acknowledging the other party's words very much.

"And..." However, before Ryan finished speaking, he closed his eyes and stopped paying attention to the night scene in front of him.

"I also want to talk to someone... It's really not a good thing to keep a secret in my heart for more than ten years."

Since this night, Russell's favorability for Ryan has increased rapidly, and he replaced Harry Potter at once, becoming his second favorite human being.

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Time passed quickly. Charlie had originally booked a fourteen-day itinerary, but thanks to the active cooperation of various forces in the American magic community, it was shortened to ten days.

In the end, with Charlie's satisfied nod, Andre and Mueller formally signed a complete contract with Charlie with the specific distribution plan for the sales of Liquor Heart Bingmei Sweet Candy in the United States.

At the same time, it also means that Charlie's travels in the American magic world will finally come to an end...

Standing in front of the Magic Council's Portkey to England, Charlie put on his black trench coat again as he had come here.

Just as he was about to put his hand on the door key, suddenly, a voice behind him made his movements slightly stagnant.

"Protego Diabolic!"

Charlie froze for a moment, then turned his head and looked back.

I saw that the female Auror named Sierra Stewart was wearing a casual sportswear at the moment, standing not far away and looking at him.It seems that he is not working now...

"Hello…"

Seeing that Charlie turned his head, Sera smiled and waved his hand to greet him.

"Why are you here?" Charlie couldn't help raising his eyebrows in surprise.

"Actually, I still don't understand—" Sera walked in a few minutes, lowered her voice and asked mysteriously

"Look, you're leaving now, can you answer the question I asked you in the interrogation room before?"

Charlie couldn't help but laugh when he heard these words. After pondering for a while, he also lowered his voice and said to Sera
"Next time—I'll answer your sensitive question when you arrive at my territory."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the other party's reaction, he stretched out his hand and touched the door key directly.

With a sound of "Shua!", Charlie disappeared, leaving only Sera. After a moment of stupefaction, he kicked up the tiled wall next to him angrily.

(End of this chapter)