Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 172 Chapter 160

Ever since Charlie accepted the two pillows that Hagrid had sent and wrote to tell them that he liked them very much, Hagrid seemed to have been aroused with some great enthusiasm.

In the following days, almost every few days, Hagrid would send all kinds of rather precious "Fantastic Beast peripheral products" to Charlie along with the letters.

Like necklaces made of manticore fangs, and amulets made of hippogriff feathers, etc., there are different categories and different things.Let Charlie say that he has learned a lot...

Regarding Hagrid's kindness, he also tried to covertly tell the other party in the reply letter, such as the price of these things, or the degree of cherishment and other information.

As a result, what he never expected was that Hagrid only boldly expressed that he didn't care.The euphemistic name is Quan as a return gift from Charlie who gave him so many candies...

However, in fact, for so many days, the value of the things Hagrid sent has already far exceeded the actual price of the candies.

Such extravagant behavior once made Charlie feel in a trance that this seemingly ordinary man hiding in the cabin next to the Forbidden Forest may actually be a deeply hidden rich man...

It's just that he doesn't care about his so-called wealth. Everything is for fun. On the contrary, he sees the essence of life much more clearly than ordinary people...

Time is like this, passing quickly in the seemingly ordinary days... The so-called troll incident seems to be just a small pebble thrown into the calm sea. Falling into the depths of the abyss called time, it became silent.

The lives of the four of Draco have returned to their original appearance again, and there is nothing else to pay attention to except for the so-called secret conspiracy of Professor Quirrell.

As Charlie advised, Lucius did not say anything more to the other members of the school board, and silently skipped the matter... Although he has not formally expressed his feelings to Charlie until now, in fact, Just from this little action of his, anyone with a discerning eye can understand what he meant.

Quirrell has returned to his usual state-a stuttering, timid and inferior image of a good old man.Apart from being wary of Snape's snake-like gaze every day, all he had to do was to be a good servant and satisfy his master's requirements.

As for Snape... he was still waiting, or rather watching the show with cold eyes.

Because he knew Charlie's character so well, and with his vengeful character, even James Potter would beat him up if he took an extra look at him in the corridor.How could it be so easy to prevent the murderer who almost killed his nephew?
Now, it looks like nothing happened.But Snape clearly knew that the calmer he was, the more ferocious Charlie's revenge would be in the future.What will happen... Beneath that face that seems to be indifferent to everything, in fact, there is already a hint of interest that I only had when I was young...

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Charlie was the same as usual, after all, all he could do now was wait patiently, waiting for Hagrid to send him a signal... as if telling him: the prey has been hooked, and you can strike.

However, such a calm time was not short, and Charlie waited day by day, as if a certain pattern had been formed.

Every morning, when he sat behind his desk, the first thing he did was undoubtedly to open the envelope that Russell had put on the table early in order to check Hagrid's records.

"Today, it rained a little, and the unicorns spent the day beside the black lake. The little unicorns snuggled up to the adults, playing and playing, and a few ran away..."

"Today, probably because of yesterday's rain, there was a slight mist in the Forbidden Forest, and even the air felt damp. Every time I breathed in the air, the whole throat seemed to be covered with a film. , not very comfortable. The unicorns are familiar with the fog, and it seems that their magic will never be infested by this kind of thing..."

"Today, I didn't see the unicorns, but I met the centaur brothers who lived in the Forbidden Forest. They said that the group of elves went to a farther place, probably where the giant spiders... ..."

"I'm sorry Charlie, Yaya's condition is not very good today. It should be that there was something wrong with his exercise yesterday. I applied some medicine to him, and I didn't go further to patrol the forest, so I didn't see any unicorns. "

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The essay-like letters are written so sincerely that Charlie can't help but immerse himself in them while reading...

Perhaps, when there is a real opportunity in the future, Hagrid can also write a book like Newt, to record his thoughts on magical animals or some special experiences over the years...

But unfortunately, although Charlie appreciated these letters from Hagrid, his most important purpose - that signal has not appeared in his sight for a long time.

More than ten days are going to pass away quietly, seeing that Christmas is getting closer, but there is no news here, even Charlie, who is quick and patient, can't help feeling a little turbulent in his heart.

I couldn't help wondering whether it was because of my own reasons that Voldemort's actions had a butterfly effect, and did not appear as in the previous plot; or in fact, Voldemort had already completed it, but Hagrid did not. I found its trail as I imagined...

Just when Charlie had already started to think about remedial measures for his back, such as sneaking into Hogwarts at night, and then dragging him to Hogsmeade village through secret passages and other outrageous plans, things were going on as before. An ordinary day ushered in a turning point.

On this day, Charlie returned to the office yawning as usual, just as usual, opening Hagrid's envelope every morning in accordance with the usual tradition, to see how the unicorn herd was doing yesterday.

However, he didn't expect that when he squinted his eyes and sat back on the office chair, he reached out and touched the place where Russell usually put the envelope, but there was nothing there...

"Ok?"

Charlie rubbed his eyes, and at the same time cleared his mind a little, then cast his gaze - the letter was not placed on the table as he imagined.

"It's a little late today..."

Just when he was talking to himself, and then put his middle finger and thumb together, intending to snap his fingers to summon Russell to ask about the situation, there was a sudden knock on the door of the office.

Hearing the knock on the door, Charlie put down his hand, then turned his head away, and responded casually

"Please come in."

"Good morning, Master Charlie! Here is your letter for today."

Sure enough, while walking inside, Russell respectfully handed the letter in his hand to the table.

After finishing speaking, before Charlie asked anything, he continued to explain

"On the way here, I found that there was a small problem in the Muggle factory building, so I was delayed for a long time."

Charlie nodded thoughtfully, and took the letter.Feeling the moisture from being slightly soaked by morning dew, he didn't bother to ask any more questions about the Muggle factory building, but ordered:

"You can deal with it... If there is nothing important in the Muggle factory, just treat it like other factories, and you don't need to notify me in particular."

Russell nodded upon hearing this, "I understand, master..."

After finishing speaking, he turned around, walked out of the office skillfully, and started to prepare coffee and biscuits for Charlie this morning.

When the door closed again, Charlie opened the letter in his hand at the same time.

He took out the letter paper, unfolded it carefully, and then began to read it from the beginning...

"Today, I got up early, and started a day of patrol work with Yaya..."

Charlie nodded, with an inaudible smile on his calm face.

Then his eyes moved down slowly, and he began to pass through these rough words bit by bit, recreating everything Hagrid saw in his mind.

It has to be said that the more simple and sincere the words are, the more powerful they are to infect others.

Even Charlie... Obviously at the beginning, he just wanted to use this excuse to catch Voldemort, but as the end progressed, the excuse became more and more pure.

Charlie was not kept waiting for too long, and soon Russell, who was holding a steaming coffee, returned to the office again.

Charlie picked up the coffee, breathed lightly, and was about to take a sip when suddenly, his eyes glanced down.

It was what he saw at this glance that caused the coffee cup he had brought to his mouth to stop suddenly in mid-air.

Subconsciously licking his lips without touching the coffee, Charlie put the coffee cup back on the table, then turned his eyes together, his mind suddenly cleared up, and he looked straight at the image. It's a stroke of a stroke, but in Charlie's eyes, it is a word that weighs more than a thousand weights.

"When I came back from the lake, I saw a row of shallow footprints, which seemed to be wandering around, similar to what I saw next to the centaur tribe yesterday... I think, probably which Hogwarts Maybe there are other people besides you who are so passionate about such magical and beautiful creatures as unicorns, it’s really amazing to think about it..."

"indeed……"

In the two eyes, an unprecedented fiery light suddenly flashed.

"Besides me, there are indeed people who are keen on unicorns... It's just that he is not a little wizard, and he doesn't want to know their habits..."

He murmured to himself, and as he spoke, a bright smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

The drowsiness of getting up early in the morning was instantly swept away, replaced by the excitement and determination that had been dormant in my heart for an unknown amount of time.

"Master... what's wrong with you?"

Russell was taken aback by his reaction, blinked his huge eyes twice, and asked in doubt
Charlie stood up directly from the seat, and after carefully reading the rest of the letter, he turned his gaze to Russell.

Without answering Russell's doubts, he directly ordered:
"I'm going out."

Russell was startled, but soon recovered.It seemed that he was used to his master's behavior of leaving as soon as he said it. He just nodded, then took out his notebook to look at it, and then asked a series of questions naturally

"When does the master plan to leave? Do you need to go out for a few days this time and use the clothes you are going to change?"

"The sooner the better. The longest is three or four days. If it's short... I can probably come back for dinner tonight."

Charlie nodded, walked out from behind the desk, came to the hanger at the door, and took off his black trench coat.

"All right……"

Reluctantly, after letting out a faint breath, Russell had no choice but to keep up with the other party, and Qi Qi walked towards the exit of the factory.

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"Then...then, today's class is like this. I hope that after the students go back, they can seriously complete the homework that I assigned... Same, goodbye, classmates."

The bell for the end of get out of class rang. Standing on the podium, Quirrell bowed his body and nodded skillfully to the young wizards in the audience.

The little wizards dispersed in a rush, and no one paid any attention to this boring professor who was like a log. They ran out of the classroom happily chattering with each other.

However, under the cover of the wide turban, no one noticed that the eyes hidden in the shadows showed a darkness that could never be erased...

From the corner of his eye, he looked at Draco and his party who were walking out and discussing something seriously, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curled into a somewhat sarcastic smile.

For a guy like him who can even hide from Dumbledore, in terms of mind, he is undoubtedly much more than a few children who have just turned 11 years old... For them who secretly started to investigate their own affairs, naturally I know everything clearly.

But Quirrell didn't care.Because in his opinion, everything about him has been considered perfectly!There was absolutely no possibility for them to catch something... Otherwise, Severus Snape would have made a move long ago, so where would it be their turn to these young children?
When he raised his head again, the expression on his face had already become the same as usual.

After tidying up the lesson plans, he didn't stay too long, and walked slowly towards his room with cautious steps...

"Hey... Draco, look."

At the corner of the corridor in the distance, Ron, who was about to leave, suddenly noticed something.

He opened his eyes slightly, tugged at Draco's sleeve, and stretched out his hand to signal.

"Look at what?"

Draco was a little impatient, but still reluctantly turned his head away and followed Ron's pointing gaze.

"Look at his shoes, what's on the soles of Quirrell's shoes, is it mud?"

(End of this chapter)