Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 230 The Letter Vivien Brought

The sun was setting, and the lunch break time passed quickly.As the huge clock rang the long chime representing work, Charlie finally woke up from his sleep.

The long and thick eyelashes trembled a few times, then slowly opened, and let out a long yawn.Immediately afterwards, he stood up from the seat, stretching his torso as usual, trying his best to stretch some stiff bones.

After the crisp sounds of "crackers" came, Charlie finally breathed out a long and comfortable breath, which proved that he was completely awake.

After waking up, he opened the curtains behind him, allowing sunlight to shine into the originally dimly lit office.Unexpectedly, at the edge of the window, Vivien's thick body stood there like a sculpture, with a few strands of crystal-clear ice crystals visible to the naked eye stained on her wings, two long feathers swaying slightly in the wind, her eyes half-closed. He opened his eyes half-closed until he saw Charlie, then he moved his head left and right symbolically, as if telling him that he was still alive.I don't know how long I have been waiting for him...

"Oh, Vivien..."

Charlie's eyes widened a little, and then he became sober.After taking a breath, he looked at the owl in front of him, patted his forehead in embarrassment, and showed a stiff smile.

It was probably because there were too many things yesterday, which kept him busy. Until now, Charlie suddenly realized that his owl hadn't been at home all Christmas.

Vivien also seemed to know what he was thinking, Pu flapped her wings twice, and there was an undisguised resentment in her eyes that could be seen with the naked eye. .

"God, poor little guy, sorry, sorry..."

Seeing this, Charlie quickly opened the window, ignoring the cold wind howling outside, saying sorry, and putting it back in.

"Clatter..."

Looking up, watching Vivien skillfully flapping her wings and flying into the office along the opened gap, Charlie couldn't help but stroked a few strands of hair falling from his forehead, and asked curiously

"Where did you go yesterday?"

"Goo-"

In mid-air, Vivien, who was hovering and soaring, called out, as if answering Charlie's question, but judging from the anger and dissatisfaction revealed in its eyes at the moment, Charlie knew that it seemed more likely that it was simply scolding himself .

It seemed to be tired, so it didn't stay any longer. After whirling around and uttering a few foul words, its claws loosened, and it dropped a wrinkled letter on it. Then it landed on the top of the hanger, combed the already messy feathers vigorously with its beak, and stopped touching Charlie.

Charlie knew that Vivien's anger would probably not go away for a while, so he grinned, but didn't say anything. Instead, he reached into the drawer and took out a bottle of his favorite salt-baked The dried rat sprinkled on the corner of the long case, it was regarded as an apology, and he waited for when the other party calmed down and went out to eat.

After finishing all this, his eyes fell on the letter, and at the same time he stretched out his hand, hooked his index finger, and an invisible force wrapped the letter, sending it into his body like an invisible wind. hands.

Starting with the crumpled letter paper, seeing the familiar phoenix pattern printed on the wax paint, Charlie's heart immediately became clear.When the brow was stretched, it was raised a little bit, and the smile on the corner of the mouth was also wider.Glanced at Vivien on the hanger again

"It looks like you spent Christmas with Headmaster Dumbledore, right? ...I'm so worried that you won't be able to catch mice alone in the snowy woods."

Vivien was still carefully arranging the feathers, scraping from time to time with the claws hidden under the thick body to dust off the ice crystals and snowflakes that were about to melt, ignoring Charlie's teasing as usual angry.

Instead of provoking the other party, Charlie returned his gaze to the letter.

"Well, let's see, the first day after Christmas... what will our Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, write to me?"

While muttering to himself, he opened the envelope that was branded with wax seal, slowly took out the letter paper, and read it line by line.

"Dear Charlie, how are you? Merry Christmas! Let me start by saying congratulations to your 'Violet the Windsmelling' for being such a huge success in the British wizarding world, of course, without a doubt , Whether it is from its wonderful taste or the amazing effect, when I tasted its first bite, I foresee the arrival of this moment......"

"Ever since you smashed Voldemort's conspiracy, I have been taking on the task of Defense Against the Dark Arts class... To be honest, I haven't taught students for a long time, even if I have made enough preparations, but when When I actually stand on the podium, my heart still feels tense for no reason... Sure enough, the professors are all hard workers, even if I have only been a substitute professor for less than a few weeks, I have some doubts about it. I have a deep understanding. I thought, maybe I should pay Professor Snape more and ask him to stand on top for a while, after all, I guess he is so happy anyway... Ha, just kidding."

Charlie carefully read every paragraph and sentence above, and the expression on his face softened and relaxed unconsciously.It seemed that Dumbledore was sitting in his office, eating candy, and chatting with himself like an ordinary old man who couldn't be more ordinary.

This is why Charlie has been keeping in touch with Principal Dumbledore. Apart from the identity of the other party and the relationship between the two of them over the years, his letter and every word in the letter seem to flow with a sense of joy. Perceived temperature is average.It is like the flame of a phoenix, quietly enveloping your heart, not hot, but a kind of warmth from the inside out.

And just when Charlie was putting all his thoughts and emotions into Dumbledore's words, Vivien, who was combing her hair in a serious manner just now, slowed down on the hanger.

A pair of eyes that looked like two jewels rolled around treacherously, and then fell on the dried salt-baked rat placed on the long table without any surprise.

She raised her head slightly again, and glanced at Charlie. Seeing that Charlie really wasn't paying attention to it but was focusing on the letter in front of him, Vivien finally stopped her pretending.Immediately afterwards, he shook his wings quite reservedly, kicked his two little paws vigorously, and at a lightning speed, like an angry bird that was ejected, he rushed straight to the rat stem on the table

——Then with a "bang", it hit the table and rolled a few times with the rest of its strength, and finally fell on the table with difficulty.

"You should lose weight."

Charlie's eyes still did not move away from the letter, but hearing the voice, he could already predict what happened, so after Vivien struggled to get up with her legs and wings upside down, he added a sentence abruptly, causing trouble. It made the other party twitter and "swear" again.

The letter from Headmaster Dumbledore was not very long. Finally, after chatting with Charlie as usual, he stated the purpose of the letter at the bottom of the letter paper.

"...I hope you can find some time to come over in the next few days. Just like I told you in my office last time, I have some things that I may need your help with."

(End of this chapter)