Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 135 I Already Understand What Mr. Black Means!

Shortly after the meeting ended, Russell, carrying the task assigned by Charlie, quickly came to Chafcha's office.

After taking away a relatively considerable sum of money, he left the factory straight away and headed for the newspaper office of the Daily Prophet.

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Located on Diagon Alley Street, between the bustling wizard crowd and the intricate shops, the head office of the "Daily Prophet" is crowded in it.

At that time, it was a small wooden house, divided into two floors. The building was crooked, and it was not very aesthetically pleasing from a Muggle perspective.

Different from other shops that make their signboards bright and bright, huge and eye-catching, the head office of "Daily Prophet" only hangs a wooden numberboard in front of the door.

The words of the Daily Prophet were engraved in a careless font on it, and the corners of the wooden sign had faint signs of mold, and it seemed that it had been there for many years.

But it doesn't matter... After all, as a newspaper publication, it is fundamentally different from the surrounding shops.No matter how dilapidated its storefront is, it will not affect the sales of the Daily Prophet.

According to the words of "Daily Prophet" editor Barnabas Guffey, the reporters usually don't spend too much time here anyway. Spend more energy and look for those valuable news!Moreover, such an environment, in a sense, can make the reporters work harder...

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As a ray of light flickered past, Russell's figure suddenly appeared on the streets of Diagon Alley, inserting himself into the crowd.

"...a house-elf?"

"Ha, look, he's dressed like a wizard..."

Beside Russell, the wizards who were passing by looked at the little elf rushing in front of them, and couldn't help but slow down their steps. There was a bit of surprise and inquiry in their eyes, which seemed to be an inconsistent impression of Russell. The exquisite shape in it holds great interest.

So he turned to his companions around him, and spoke bluntly and commented with great interest and said:

"........."

But for this, Russell's expression did not change at all. He let others cast eyes full of emotions. Without the slightest ups and downs.

As he walked forward in the direction of the crowd, he looked at everything around him, trying to find the address of the head office of the "Daily Prophet".

He showed an attitude of turning a deaf ear to everything that came from his ears.However, in the face of Russell's acquiescence and ignorance, the wizards around him not only did not restrain themselves, but became even more unscrupulous.

"This guy must be a freak...Look, he dresses better than I do."

"Hey! Little man, did anyone ever tell you that slaves can't wear such fine clothes?"

"Can't you hear me? You were thrown away by your master because of your bad ears, isn't that right?"

Just when one of the wizards was laughing and stretched out his hand to grab Russell's collar, Russell, who hadn't reacted before, finally moved.

He turned his head, turned sideways, and nimbly dodged the wizard's movement, making his outstretched hand empty.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"

Russell's originally calm face turned serious, and his huge eyes were half-closed, staring at the other party indifferently and calmly.

Under his gaze, the laughing sorcerer suddenly felt his heart a little bit for some reason, and his body subconsciously tensed up, and he took two steps back.

However, when he reacted, perhaps because he subconsciously retreated from embarrassment and became angry, his originally laughing expression changed for a while, and finally became unhappy.

He also looked at Russell, frowning into knots, then took out his wand from his robe, and pointed the tip of the wand at him.

"Do I have to tell you what I need to do? It seems that your previous master didn't give you what to do."

"..." Russell didn't say anything else, but just looked at him calmly, his eyes seemed to penetrate everything, he could clearly see all the strong outside but weak inside, and then slowly turned into pity and ridicule.

"Why, do you only dare to take out your wand at me and my companions? Because we will not resist, even if we are attacked, we will only use our abilities to escape to other places, is that so?"

At this time, the movement between the two has already attracted many wizards passing by around. After all, it is human nature to watch the excitement.

What's more, they had never seen such a special house elf talking to a wizard in such a place.

You know, the natural status of the house elves has already determined their disadvantages.

Why don't those house elves like the so-called freedom?In fact, from a certain point of view, it is not only because of the curse in the blood, but also because, in this society, there is a natural discrimination against house elves.Even a house elf with a master can't help but be despised and ridiculed.Not to mention the ones without owners...they will lose their shelter, their food, everything.

Under such circumstances, if a wizard really did something to the house-elf, the final result of the house-elf's resistance would be to enter Azkaban or be lynched.Most of the wizards who provoked them at the beginning didn't even need to take notes, and they could continue to do what they hadn't finished in a leisurely way.

Maybe when I get home, I will forget about it. Occasionally, after a while, I will suddenly think of it, and it will only be used as a spice in life, and I will tell my friends: "There was once a house-elf who didn't know how to live or die. Trying to attack him in vain. In the end, even the bones of the dead are clean..."

Hearing Russell's sarcasm, and looking at the other people who stopped and looked at the scene in front of them, the wizard's expression finally became unbearable and became ugly.

"Ha... It seems that you are crazy, okay, then let you see how powerful I am!"

He laughed back in anger for a moment, his mouth grinned ferociously, revealing a few yellow teeth, making an ugly smile.

Immediately he waved his wand, and when a series of incantations were slowly recited from his mouth, and a thin layer of light appeared on the tip of the wand, Russell suddenly raised his head, unhurriedly said
"Actually, I have an owner. His name is Charlie Black... I come from a candy factory."

The words blurted out, although it was as calm as before, but the effect was completely different... For a moment, the second half of the incantation in the mouth of the man with a grim face who was chanting the incantation stopped abruptly.

The light of the wand went out instantly, and the expression on his face changed the next moment.

And around, the rest of the passers-by, who were originally interested in watching Russell's end, also changed their expressions abruptly. They didn't wait for anything else, and hurriedly stepped forward, as if encountering a plague, without looking back. go ahead.

"Damn it, I should have guessed it earlier!"

"Go! Royce, go! Don't look..."

"Ha, that kid is going to be unlucky."

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In the British wizarding world, ordinary wizards are often afraid of three kinds of people:
One is Auror, because Auror represents power.Behind them is the entire Ministry of Magic behind them.Once you meet them, it will definitely not be a good thing.

The second is nobles, because nobles often represent class.They have strong contacts and resources. Although they rely on their identities, it is often just a matter of one sentence to deal with an ordinary wizard who offends them.

The third is a businessman, because a businessman represents interests.Although they themselves do not have the abilities of the first two, they can leverage power and class through their own interests, borrow strength from it, and achieve things they cannot do...even because they neither need to worry about the backlash of power, nor need to Relying on the nobility of his status, he can be more unscrupulous than the first two.

Unfortunately, among these three types of people, Charlie Black, only one person, had two of them.

The heir of the Black family among the 28 pure-blood nobles, the owner of the largest factory in the British magic world.For anyone, this is an existence that they are least willing to provoke.

You will provoke Albus Dumbledore, because you know that Dumbledore will not care about your provocation.You will provoke Cornelius Fudge because you know that Fudge has a great status. In order to gain the support of the people, at least on the surface, he will not do anything to you.

But Charlie Black is different... A guy who dares to break through the world is often called a lunatic.And if this lunatic is extraordinary in strength and rich in assets, then everyone will subconsciously ignore the fact that he is a lunatic... However, when you think of it again at a special time, the fear in your heart will also multiply endlessly Increase.

And this is exactly the current mentality of the wizard facing Russell.

At this moment, he no longer had the arrogance just now.It can be said that how proud he was just now is how embarrassing he is now.

In the end, dripping with sweat and his complexion changed, he turned around abruptly, and without daring to say anything, he hurriedly pulled up his robe to cover his face, took his companions with him, and ran towards the distance... …

There was no one around, and Russell seemed to automatically form a barrier around him, and all the wizards would deliberately avoid it, not even daring to look at it, and staring straight ahead.

For all this, he has long been used to it.Russell took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

After tidying up the exquisite dress on his body, he continued the task that Charlie had entrusted to him, and began to search for the head office of the "Daily Prophet".

Diagon Alley was not very long, and soon, he found the crooked house among the shops, looked it up and down to confirm, and walked in solemnly.

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"How may I call you?"

In Barnabas Guffy's office, the fat middle-aged man in suspenders and a striped shirt warmly received Russell.

He even stood up from his seat specially, and moved a chair for him with a smile.

Obviously, the news that just happened not long ago came to this office faster than Russell.

"Russell"

Sitting on the chair, Russell nodded with a smile, and said

"Just call me Russell."

But I never thought that after hearing these words, Barnabas Guffy's eyes suddenly lit up.

"So you are Mr. Russell!"

"You know me?" Russell raised his brows, finally showing some surprise on his face.

"Of course!" Gu Fei laughed, reaching out to stroke his stomach while laughing.

"Yesterday's headline was Mr. Black's award ceremony! In order to write something different from other newspapers, we specially investigated many deeds or news related to Mr. Black... Among them, your name is undoubtedly appeared the most.”

"I see." Russell understood, the surprise in his eyes disappeared, and he nodded calmly.

"So... what are you here for this time?"

After briefly adjusting the atmosphere between the two of them, Gu Fei stopped talking nonsense and started asking about serious matters.

"It was my respected and great master, Charlie Black, who called me here, and he only asked me to give you this..."

While talking, Russell took out the neatly folded recruitment notice from his pocket, flattened it unhurriedly, got up and handed it to Gu Fei.

"The recruitment notice is...interesting."

Gu Fei quickly took it with both hands, looked at the most eye-catching handwriting on it, first raised his eyebrows, and then began to read carefully.

As his eyes continued to look down, the further down he went, the more fluctuations in his expression became, and the horror in his heart became more and more intensified.

After Quan Bu finished reading, he suddenly raised his head, and asked with some stammer

"Luo, Mr. Russell, excuse me, I would like to ask about this recruitment..."

He didn't say anything, but pointed at it vaguely, and the meaning was self-evident.

"My master has already confirmed with Minister Fudge, and Minister Fudge personally nodded and agreed on this matter."

Gu Fei felt that his heart was beating more and more violently. Considering his sensitivity to news as the editor-in-chief, he could already foresee that when this recruitment notice was actually issued, he would give his readers, No, it should be said that it was a wizard from the entire magic world, what a shock it brought! !
Even, because of this piece of news, he may be underestimated in the history of British magic.

Guffy's lips trembled, he forced a smile, and nodded fawningly to Russell.

"Just a moment, Mr. Russell."

After finishing speaking, he ran out of the office door without looking back.

Not long after, when he came back here, he let out a long sigh of relief. It seemed that in just a few minutes, he had already confirmed the authenticity of Russell's words in his own way.

He walked up to Russell, bent his knees and squatted down, holding each other's hands.

"Don't worry...Mr. Russell, I understand what your master, Mr. Charlie Black means!"

(End of this chapter)