Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 191 Bellatrix
"..." Scrimgerton froze again.

Seeing Charlie, who could bring such a big reaction to these vicious people with just a name, he had no choice but to put his wand away again with a mind full of shock.

Although, as an old Auror who has been on the battlefield, he naturally knows what kind of character Charlie Black, who looks like a kind and successful businessman now, was in the beginning.

But Scrimgeour never imagined that in the eyes of all the Death Eaters, fear like a conditioned reflex had already formed.

After coughing twice to relieve a bit of embarrassment, he continued to pretend to be very ordinary and nonchalant to lead the way for Charlie.

"Okay, forget about these disgusting little bastards, we're about to get to Bellatrix's cell..."

After looking around for a week, seeing that no one dared to speak out, Charlie nodded with a smile. It seems that he still misses the time in the war...

"Well, that's great, I can't wait to meet my dear sister."

The prison and the prison-like hallway have once again returned to their former silence, as if a monster that just showed its fangs, and before it has opened its teeth and claws a few times, it hastily retracted into the abyss invisible to the naked eye.

Whether it is a dementor or a felon, it is inevitable that people feel a bit anticlimactic.

"Um, Charlie... sorry, may I call you that?"

On the way to the cell where Bellatrix was held, Scrimgeour still couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart, and suddenly turned his head and said.

"Of course." Charlie readily agreed. After all, he was naturally happy with the friendship of an Auror office director.

Although now it seems that, as a businessman with his own duties, he has nothing to ask for from the other party... But after that, who can tell what kind of development it will have?

"Thank you." Scrimgeour nodded.

I don't know if it was Charlie's illusion, but he seemed to see a slight stretch in the serious expression of the other party...

"I'm just curious... When those bastards heard your name, it was like being stung by a poisonous scorpion."

Speaking of this, Scrimgeour paused, with a smile on his lips, but he didn't know why he was happy.

"To be honest, I've never seen such a reaction from those bastards who crazily worship mysterious people. What did you do to them in that battle back then?"

"This is..."

Charlie raised his brows lightly, pondered for a moment, and then replied casually
"Maybe it's because too many Death Eaters died at my hands... Since I participated in the war, until the end, I have suffered no fewer than twenty assassinations alone.

Poisoning, sneak attack, ambush, suicidal death squad attack... about a hundred of Voldemort's subordinates participated in it..."

Scrimgeour's expression couldn't help being moved, and even his eyes widened a bit.Although he didn't speak, his expression showed the shock in his heart.

After all, although he understood that, as the most shining new star on the battlefield back then, Charlie would inevitably suffer targeted blows from Voldemort.But he never expected that Voldemort would be so "attentive" to him.

What made Scrimgeour even more incredible was that even under such "special care", Charlie Black was still able to stand here intact, and even on the surface, there was no trace of the original... This also gave him a deeper understanding of the horror of Charlie's strength in his heart for a while.

However, what Scrimgeour didn't expect was that even so, he was still one-sided...

Just listen to Charlie continue to say what he said just now
"... Only one person survived, and the rest died at my hands."

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Since then, the director of the Auror office who had been chatting with him on the road has been completely silent.

He kept walking forward with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

It wasn't until the two of them gradually walked into the deepest part of the area where serious criminals were held, that he finally seemed to be relieved from Charlie's words...

"Ahead is Bellatrix Lestrange."

Scrimgeour stretched out his hand, pointed to a cell not far away, and said so.

Charlie nodded, didn't say anything, paused for half a second, then continued to keep up with the other party's pace, and slowly walked towards his sister whom he hadn't seen for a long time...

"Bellatrix Lestrange..."

Scrimgeour stood still in front of the rusty iron gate, took out his wand, tapped the railing above it lightly, and called out her name.

"Someone came to see you."

It seemed that he deliberately didn't go forward immediately, seeing Scrimgeour's actions, and seeing the darkness beyond the door, he couldn't help having complicated thoughts in his heart.

In a daze, Charlie seemed to have returned to his childhood, to the home controlled by Signus, and Bellatrix's arrogant and crazy attitude became clear from his memory. He frowned subconsciously.

Following Scrimgeour's call, there was movement in the dark cell.A hoarse female voice came out slowly.

"Look at me? It's so strange... I thought that almost all the people who could die were already dead."

The woman's voice was low, but there was still a bit of unavoidable madness in her emotions.

It seemed that it had been too long since she had communicated with anyone. After sighing, she did not wait for Scrimgeour to say anything more, and continued to speak quietly
"Who? Let me guess...Lucius Malfoy? Or Igor Karkarov...or...Corban Yaxley...No, it shouldn't be him, He is not qualified to be here. Could it be that..."

Not letting her continue, Charlie sighed, walked forward slowly, and greeted him calmly in the direction of the voice in the cell.
"Long time no see...my dear eldest sister."

Suddenly, Bellatrix's voice stopped, like a jammed tape, it stopped abruptly.

There was no more sound in the cell, as if everything they heard just now was a hallucination.

After a long time, following a rustle, Bellatrix slowly walked out of the darkness step by step.

It's just that at this moment, she didn't see the so-called excitement and joy of her relatives on her face... There was only great irony, and the hatred reflected in her bloodshot eyes.

"Look, I thought who would come here to see me... It turned out to be you, Charlie Black."

(End of this chapter)