Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 227 Refreshing Rainbow Fart
The Christmas dinner seems to be a carnival in a flash. Although it is splendid, it can only be regarded as a moderate ups and downs on the straight line of life that extends smoothly most of the time.

In the early morning of the next day, the goose feather snow that had been fluttering last night had stopped at some point, covering the factory with a layer of plain silver.The dark clouds dissipated, the sun rose from the east, and the sun was just right at this moment.

Then the warmth of the sun outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Charlie yawned, casually crossed his legs and leaned on the back of the seat, holding the notebook of Voldemort's experience in his hand, his eyes were lazy, and he studied the words.

"Good morning, Master Charlie!"

Charlie didn't have to wait too long, and soon Russell's voice appeared outside the gate as promised every morning.

"I brought today's Daily Prophet along with coffee and cookies..."

The familiar voice drew his attention back to the reality from the words that seemed to have magic power.

"come in."

While talking, Charlie raised his head, and at the same time moved his finger holding the note slightly, bringing it into the space.

After the door opened, Russell walked in with a tray of dishes on his face.

He first walked slowly to the office chief's desk, put Charlie's breakfast on tiptoe, and then took out from behind his back the newspaper that had just been delivered and the smell of ink hadn't dissipated, and handed it to the other party.

"I thought Master would sleep a little longer... After all, there were so many things yesterday, Master Charlie must be very tired."

Taking a few steps back, standing still in the center of the office, Russell folded his hands neatly in front of him, and said with a smile.

It seemed to confirm Russell's words, and just after he finished speaking, a long yawn came from the opposite Charlie's mouth, with a sense of exhaustion.

But even so, Charlie just shook his head.

"Oh, I also want to sleep a little longer..."

As he spoke, he kept his hands on, unfolded the newspaper, spread it on the desk, and then raised his hand to pick up the coffee cup that was steaming upwards.

"But there's no way, I'm used to it."

The hot coffee made waves, and slowly entered Charlie's mouth as the cup tilted.Feel the mellowness and bitterness tumbling between the taste buds.The originally exhausted spirit finally shook, and his eyes became as clear as usual.

"Wait for noon... After lunch, I'm taking a nap."

After finishing speaking, he stopped looking at Russell, but set his eyes on the "Daily Prophet" in front of him. While sipping the lingering aroma of coffee in his mouth, he read every word of the latest news and consultation .

Sure enough, not as Charlie expected.

When he saw the headline at the top of the "Daily Prophet", a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I saw that on the headline at the top of the first page on the front, it was written in a particularly eye-catching font and exaggerated tone: "Violet Candy That Smells the Wind——Charlie Black's Christmas gift to the entire wizarding world!" !!》

As for the title, it even occupied more than half of the space of the first edition, eloquently describing the unprecedented response in the British magic world since the candy was released yesterday.He even pointed out in the article that this kind of candy will give you an indescribable sense of lightness after eating. Just in a blink of an eye, your mind and spirit can surpass the past and reach an unprecedented state.For this terrifying effect comparable to that of magic potion, the author of this article even used "unique enough to make Merlin look down on it" to completely praise Charlie Black and his new candy to the sky.

Charlie carefully read the article word by word, and when he encountered a "well-written" place, he would stop and appreciate it several times.And he nodded slightly to show his approval.

After reading an article, he just felt refreshed by the 360-degree rainbow fart with no dead ends.

Charlie likes to hear this kind of praise. Even as a traveler whose knowledge is far beyond this era, he has already seen through the essence of this article as a commercial "soft article" at first glance. But it does not prevent him from admiring the excellent writing style of the author of this article.Even Russell, who has [-]/[-] admiration for himself, may have no choice but to bow down after reading this article.

You know, although this kind of soft text has already become a bad street thing in the 21st century, it is undoubtedly a kind of dimensionality reduction blow when it is placed in a newspaper in the [-]st century.

Especially for wizards who have not been bombarded by information, this thing is even more shocking.

However, the more important thing is that the price of such an article on the front page that is so relentlessly touting like this will definitely not be cheap... According to estimates based on the previous cooperation between Charlie and the "Daily Prophet", at least The price of thousands of Galleons.And if I remember correctly, I don't seem to have ordered similar publicity measures...

Just when Charlie felt a little doubtful in his heart, his eyes continued to move down, and he left the name left by the author at the end of the article.

"Barnabas Cuffy..."

A sip of coffee down his throat.Charlie mumbled the name thoughtfully, and soon, a corresponding figure appeared in his mind.It was the editor-in-chief that I met in Fudge's office that day.

Thinking of the other party's sincere performance and respectful attitude when they contacted him that day, the smile on Charlie's face became a little more meaningful.

"It looks like... this is a Christmas present from a new friend?"

After speaking, he drank all the remaining coffee in the coffee cup in one gulp.

After letting out a mouthful of contented steam, he raised his head and gave instructions to Russell who had been standing quietly waiting for his meal.
"Write me a letter later..."

"Okay, Master Charlie, who do you want to write to?"

"Barnabas Guffey, editor of the Daily Prophet. Just write, uh..."

After finishing his coffee, Charlie picked up the biscuit that had not been touched just now.After taking a bite in his mouth, he pondered for a moment and said

"Thank you Mr. Guffey for the Christmas present, I like it very much."

After he finished speaking, he paused again, pointing his finger at the newspaper, rubbing the text written with magic ink on it, and continued:
"If we have time, we can meet up and chat casually."

"Is that all, Master Charlie?"

Seeing that Charlie stopped talking, Russell, who was taking serious notes in his notebook, raised his head and asked a question.

"That's all there is to say, you can polish the rest for me."

Charlie buried his head again, and didn't seem to take this matter too seriously. After speaking, he continued to enjoy his breakfast.

(End of this chapter)