Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 198 Are you kidding me?
The two heavy news that came out of Charlie's mouth one after another have already knocked Russell into a sluggish state.

After a long time, he finally absorbed the huge information contained in these short numbers with difficulty, and managed to calm himself down.

Although his eyes had returned to his former rationality, the unimaginable puzzlement and shock in his words could not be easily erased.

After his lips trembled undetectably twice, he opened his mouth again, breaking the silence that had just formed in the air.

"Forgive Russell, respected master... the stupid Russell wants to know, do you already have a suitable candidate in your mind?"

In fact, it's no wonder that Russell gave such a big reaction... After all, whether it's setting up a new department or choosing a Muggle as the new director, it's a big event that can cause a sensation in the audience.

You must know that the position of director represents the highest authority under the factory director.

Except for Russell, the other five elves with the position of director, almost everyone has a lifeline or a very confidential project in their hands.

And it is under the tacit cooperation and mutual connection between them that the current management system network covering the entire factory has been formed, and everything is managed in an orderly manner.

It can even be said that today's Charlie's Candy Factory can achieve such brilliant results, it is true that it is inseparable from Charlie's many magical candies, but the cooperation and hard work of Russell and others are absolutely necessary conditions for the formation of this behemoth!

But under this stable connection, Charlie suddenly announced that a new director would be elected, and this director was still a Muggle!Although he didn't say much, the worry and anxiety in Russell's heart were obvious.

Charlie didn't speak, but pushed the document on the desktop forward, and motioned him to pick it up and have a look.

Without hesitation, Russell stood on tiptoe, carefully groped for the document on the desk, put it in front of his eyes, and began to read every word seriously.Although when he got the document, he already thought that he had made enough necessary preparations in his heart, and he kept silently hinting to himself that "everything the great Master Charlie does is right..."

However, when he saw the name marked on the document and the familiar face on the picture in the upper right corner, he still uttered the third scream in a short time after he came to the office.

"Vernon Dursley!??"

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At this moment, it was obvious that Dursley, who was the main figure in the discussion between the two in the office, had no idea what was going on.

He didn't know that he was going to be appointed as a new director. Instead, after waking up, he was worried about how Black would react to what he had done... Laugh it off, or readily agree, or even intensify?

Everything is possible, after all, in Dursley's view, any behavior of such a eccentric and unpredictable person is possible.And he, as an ordinary Muggle, an employee under the other party's hands, the father of a child... all he can do now is pray.

Pray for the other party's mercy, pray for his mercy, and pray that he will give alms of kindness on such a happy day as Christmas.

Even, in order to be more effective, he even changed the object of prayer from God to Merlin (this is what the drinking buddies at the Leaky Cauldron told him: "The god of nothingness can't give you the benefit of being bigger, but Merlin's soul wanders forever over England, bringing happiness to his children!")
However, it is a pity that from the time he woke up until the night fell completely the next day, he never waited for any news from Charlie Black.

With a "jingle", the twelve o'clock bell in the living room seemed to announce the arrival of Christmas to everyone, but it was also like a huge hammer, smashing the last hope in the heart of this seemingly strong man. little hope.

He stared at the small Christmas tree standing in the living room not far away, and the piles of gifts under the Christmas tree. Tears finally gushed out of his eye sockets, and flowed down his fat cheeks with a low and painful sob. …………

Petunia was sitting beside him, watching Dursley quietly.She was the one who was most likely to cry because of Dudley, but now she didn't cry with Dursley's crying uncharacteristically. She stretched out her hands and hugged him slowly, and leaned her head gently on that strong shoulder on, as when Dursley comforted her, saying
"It's all right... my dear...everything will be fine..."

Just like this, the two of them sat quietly on the sofa in the living room under the pale yellow light.The hour hand of the clock did not stop, it was still turning slowly.It wasn't until after a small half turn that the hour hand turned from twelve o'clock to two o'clock that Dursley finally calmed down.

He drooped his head, took a deep breath, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"What should we do now? Maggie will come over for dinner at night. If she sees Dudley like this then everything will be over..."

Maggie is Dursley's elder sister, a woman with a stubborn personality, a bad temper, and full of mean words, which has led to her living alone until now, with no husband, no children, and only twelve pit bulls. The dog keeps her company.

"There will always be a way, big deal, we can make up a reason, such as... let Dudley fake death! Then we raise him secretly and let him live at home."

Dursley, who was still hanging his head down, couldn't help but raised his head, looked at the look in his wife's eyes that didn't seem to be joking, and couldn't help asking a question

"are you joking?"

(End of this chapter)