Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 119 No matter how bad it is, how bad can it be?
It seemed that it took all of his strength to say these words... Dab lowered his head again, not daring to look at Charlie's eyes and the expression on his face.

He knew that Mr. Black must be looking at him at this moment... because he felt an inexplicable pressure, which came from the weight of his gaze.

The office was extremely quiet, and since he finished speaking, there has been no sound.He even felt that he could hear the "plopping" sound of the beating heart in his chest... and the faint snoring of the lump of owls on Mr. Black's desk.

The time seems to be stretched extremely long, and every second during the period is so difficult.Like a prisoner, waiting for the executioner's final execution, the oppression is suffocating.

Just when Dab felt his heart beating more and more violently, as if he was going to be unable to hold on under the pressure exuded by Mr. Black in the next second, and when he was defeated, Charlie finally spoke.

"Why do you want to go to Hogwarts, do you not like the job I arranged for you?"

What Dabu didn't expect was that his voice was still as soft as before, not as angry as Dabu imagined, but sounded more like he was discussing something warmly with himself.

As the voice fell, the pressure that seemed to be directly pressing on Dabu's heart disappeared completely, and even the frozen time moved again.

Dab raised his head and glanced at Mr. Black carefully.

From the huge floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, the midday sun shone in, just falling on his body, softening the lines of his whole body a bit.

And his expression remained unchanged, and the soft smile never disappeared from his face from the beginning to the end.

It wasn't until this moment that Dab realized with some clarity: Mr. Black was still the same Mr. Black, no different from the one he met before.It doesn't mean that he will become another person just because he sits here or in that position.

"No, actually, Mr. Black . . . I like it very much, and I understand what you mean."

It seems that Charlie's gentleness gave him the courage to continue speaking again. Dabu shook his head, his eyes gradually became firm, looked at the other party, and said sincerely
"However, I want to go outside and have a look...to see what the world looks like outside of this factory."

"You've been out once, remember?"

Charlie pondered for a moment, thinking for a while.

Then he stretched out his hand and pointed to Dab's broken calf.Without any shyness, he reopened Dab's newly healed scar...

"..and, it didn't turn out very well."

Hearing Charlie's direct words, Dab also pursed his lips.He lowered his head and looked at his wooden legs, in a trance, as if the situation of that night was replaying in his mind again...

As a child who grew up in the huge greenhouse of the factory, everyone around him is so kind and lovely, whether it is Chafcha and Anke as parents, Russell as his uncle, and the factory he knows Every little elf in the...

Before stepping out of this door, the only human wizard he had ever seen was the boss of this factory—Mr. Charlie Black, who was respected by all the elves.

At that time, he had always naively thought that all human wizards should be the same as Mr. Black.

Even though his parents told him more than once, not everyone likes elves.But he never took these words to heart.

After all, even if it was bad, how bad could it be?

However, such a naive idea was completely destroyed in the Blind Pig Bar——

In front of the drunken eyes, the ugly faces with blurred and wanton grinning, clamoring and cursing, turned the whole bar into a real hell.

One by one magic wands were held in their hands, shining with dangerous and deadly light.

Immediately afterwards, there was severe pain, and the dense pain made him forget what he should do.Under the great fear, even the magic engraved in the genes of every elf lost its effect.

In the end, he could only pass out with deep fear, waiting desperately for the end of everything.

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

Dab began to tremble almost subconsciously, as if the wound on his body that had healed began to ache again.

And in those big eyes, the original determination also quietly disappeared... turned into a bit of confusion and hesitation.

Finally, he lowered his head slowly, and instead of facing Charlie's gaze, he looked at the carpet under his feet.

Charlie frowned slightly, sighed a little unbearably, and then continued

"Okay, go back, get a good night's sleep, and then report to Russell after a few days... You are still too young, living in a factory, and don't know what it will be like outside.

There are not all good people in the world, or a large part of them are good people... There are many people like the one in the Blind Pig Bar. Although they may not directly attack you like that, they will give you cold eyes and discrimination. But it will not cause less damage than the Cutting Curse. "

As Charlie spoke, his words paused... He looked at Dab, who was still silent with his head down and no longer looking at him, and discussed softly in a tone like coaxing a child

"Let's wait for a few days... Wait for a few years, when all the things we have to do are completed, then you can go out without any worries, how about it?"

However, what Charlie didn't expect was that the child in front of him rarely chose to refuse this request.

He shook his head, although his calf was still trembling slightly, but the stubbornness did not decrease at all.

"However, even if not all of them are good people, even if not a large part of them are good people... But there are still more good people than bad people, right?"

Dab raised his head and asked in a low voice
Charlie couldn't help being stunned for a moment, opened his mouth, and was thinking about how to answer this question with Dab, but his words didn't stop.

"Just now you said that I have grown up... What I want is not to hide behind my parents, hide in the factory, wait for you and others to deal with everything..."

Dabu continued to speak, and as each word fell, his trembling calf regained its stability, his voice became louder and louder, and all the confusion and hesitation in his eyes dissipated, and what was left was only a renewed light.

"I also want to get involved, I want to understand humans, and let humans understand elves... I want to gain respect and become friends with them through my own efforts. Maybe not everyone is a good person, but as long as there are big people Portions are enough!"

"After all, Mr. Charlie is also a good man... so how bad can it be?"

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

Even Vivien seemed to be affected by Dab's impassioned words, struggling to wake up from her sleep.

He raised his head, his half-opened eyes were still a bit dazed.The fluffy feathers on the body are also messy...

Vivien looked around at the quiet atmosphere around her.First he looked at his master, and then at the elf opposite the master.

After confirming that nothing happened, just as he was about to fall asleep, Charlie suddenly stretched out his arm and took it from the table into his arms.

"Did you tell your dad that before you came to me?"

Charlie's mouth twitched slightly.Instead of looking at Dab, he lowered his head, took out a handful of owl food from his desk drawer, and handed it to Vivien.

Charlie really does resemble his old headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, in terms of his fondness for hiding food in his drawers.It's just that the food he hid was never for himself.

Seeing the food delivered to her mouth, Vivien cheered up again, opened her half-closed eyes completely, shook her head, and began to seriously enjoy a delicious meal.

"No... no."

Dab's momentum weakened, and he was suddenly overwhelmed by Charlie's question, and could no longer maintain his previous state.

He scratched his head in embarrassment, but then added

"But my father listens to you! As long as I can convince you, then he will definitely agree...even if he beats you up, I think it's worth it!"

"Alas...he is not willing to beat you."

Charlie relaxed his body and leaned back lightly on the back of the seat.As he spoke, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

After the food in Charlie's hand was eaten by Vivien, the ring on his hand lit up.

This time, it was not a wand that came into his hand, but letter paper, an envelope, and a quill.

"Do you... want to write a letter?"

Seeing Charlie's movements, Dab stood on tiptoe and cautiously pointed his head forward and asked

"Correct."

Charlie nodded, spread the letter paper on the desk, and put the envelope aside.Holding Vivien in one hand, and holding a quill in the other, he began to write smoothly on the letter paper.

"Who is it for?"

Dab took two steps forward. Seeing that Charlie didn't talk about him, he took two more steps and came to the front of the desk.

"Albus Dumbledore...and Dada."

The feather pen's flamboyant handwriting did not stop at all, and he answered Dabu's question truthfully while writing.

Hearing Charlie's answer, Dab's heart thumped and beat violently.

His breathing was faintly stagnant, and his already big eyes suddenly became a little bigger, looking at the other party in disbelief.

"So, you mean..."

A short letter was written by Charlie in less than 2 minutes.

When the last punctuation mark was clicked by him, the letter paper that was originally spread flat on the table automatically floated into the air without wind, folded several times and finally flew into the envelope.

"Okay, go back and tell Chavcha..."

Holding the letter, Charlie blinked at him after showing it to Dab.

"Just tell him that I have agreed to your request and tell him to come to me if he has any questions."

"Thank you!! Mr. Charlie, you are simply the best person in the world!!!!"

At this moment, Dab seemed to forget that his calf was gone, and it had become a prosthesis made of wood.Excited, he jumped up directly, jumping up more than a meter high.

The consequences can also be imagined, under the witness of Charlie, there was a "plop".Just sat on the ground.

Fortunately, Charlie's office was covered with a thick carpet, so it didn't hurt him any more.

And Dabu, who fell down, was not sad, instead he laughed and got up from the ground.

"Then, I'll go back first, Mr. Black!"

While talking, Dab happily ran towards the door. At the last moment of going out, he turned around again, bowed seriously with Charlie, opened the door, and ran out .

He didn't go anywhere else, but ran directly towards his home, even the wooden leg seemed to be a little lighter with his body.

Charlie looked at the back and couldn't help showing a bright smile.There was also a feeling of not knowing what to think in my heart.

He has been praised by many people, and many people call him a "good guy", whether it is Fudge, Hagrid, or old Muller, and even Umbridge, whom he dislikes very much, has flattered him Hold his hand and express gratitude to him in this way.

But the one who really made him happy was Dabu... because he was serious, he really felt that way, and it wasn't just a formality.

In his heart, he is the biggest good person in the world.

Even if Charlie knew it himself, he was not a good person, he was just a speculator, a gray figure who wandered between black and white.But this does not prevent him from being happy for a sincere compliment... It can be regarded as bringing some temporary comfort to his hypocritical heart.

"Okay, Vivien..."

Charlie let go of the owl that had shrunk back up after eating in his arms, and while skillfully scratching his head, handed over the letter that had just been written, and continued to say softly

"Go ahead and deliver this letter to Headmaster Dumbledore for me."

"Goo-"

Vivien's voice seemed to be dissatisfied, but looking at the letter in front of him, he still opened his mouth and held it in his mouth.

The two claws that were originally hidden in the feathers bounced out again, and then stepped on Charlie's body a few times with great intentions.After wrinkling Charlie's clothes a bit, it began to flap its wings contentedly, and then took off.

With a slight wave of Charlie's hand, he opened a gap in the closed window, just enough for his body to squeeze through.

Holding the letter in her mouth, Vivien flapped her wings and turned into a brown-black streamer, flying towards the distance until finally disappearing.The slits in which the windows were opened were also re-closed.

Charlie was still sitting in his seat, resting his elbows on the table and resting his forehead, as if he was thinking about something... The quiet room became Charlie's own space again.

(End of this chapter)