Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 233 He Is Alchemy Itself
Not long after, when Charlie came out of the principal's office, he already had two extra items in his pocket.One is the Philosopher's Stone, and the other is the alchemy item transformed by Nicole Flamel.

Moreover, the Christmas gift that was originally put in the ring for Dumbledore was not kept after the other party "casually" mentioned it, and was successfully collected by the surprised Principal Dumbledore.

When he left the office, he also reminded the much rounder principal behind the desk in a circumstantial way. Although the other party agreed to everything with a "hmm", but looking at his eyes, he probably wanted to take his words as a deaf ear... …

Reluctantly, Charlie sighed, and couldn't help but start thinking about whether he could use his spare time to research a magic spell that can directly remove fat...

"Boom..."

While thinking wildly, Charlie walked towards the gate of Hogwarts while pacing.Just when he was about to step out of the school gate, suddenly, a low and familiar bell rang on time.

Hearing the end of the bell spread like a distant place in the air until it dissipated, it also pulled him back from his original thoughts.

Charlie turned his head and looked up at the position where the principal's office was located at the top of the castle.

Behind the window, Headmaster Dumbledore stood up and was watching him. Their eyes met, and then they smiled at each other.

Dumbledore raised his hand and waved it signally, as if to say "goodbye".Charlie also nodded and said nothing else. After waving goodbye, he turned his head and left Hogwarts.

"Um……"

Seeing Charlie's figure getting smaller and smaller on the distant road until it disappeared, Dumbledore raised his hand and took out a licorice stick from his pocket.

Just about to subconsciously put it in the mouth, but suddenly thought of something, and the action stopped immediately.

He lowered his head and glanced at his belly, which had recently grown larger by the naked eye. When he looked at this candy again, his eyes gradually became entangled.

In the end, after some inner battles, Dumbledore made a compromise on candy in a shocking manner.

I saw that he slowly raised his other hand, holding both ends of the licorice stick with both hands.

Then, with a crisp sound of "click", the candy broke into two pieces, one piece entered Dumbledore's mouth, and the other piece returned to his pocket...

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"Nick Flamel..."

Back in his office, Charlie leaned weakly on the boss chair, holding the gift from the other party above his head with both hands and playing with it.

Seeing it shining brightly under the sunlight, Charlie couldn't help feeling turbulent waves that were hard to calm down.

You know, that's Nicole Flamel... a guy who can occupy a few pages with his extraordinary talent even in the history of magic, the only alchemist since the birth of the magic world, just a "Sorcerer's Stone" "It will be able to make countless colleagues look up to its stalwart back forever.

An excerpt of a sentence from the "Paris Soleil" in mid-July 1831: "He is alchemy itself."

This evaluation is not low. However, what is even more outrageous is that even today, more than 100 years later, no alchemist has publicly expressed his disbelief in this sentence... Its influence in the field of alchemy , it can be seen.

But now, I will have the opportunity to meet him in person and have one-on-one and private exchanges and dialogues.

With such glory, even Charlie, who was over thirty years old, unconsciously became a little nervous.

After playing with it for a while, Charlie simply stood up and unbuttoned two more buttons on the collar of his shirt, trying to make himself more comfortable.

"Want to go for a walk, Vivien?"

He glanced at Vivien who was blinking and staring at him on the table, and asked.

The owl's little head was tilted a little bit, and its eyes blinked again and again, as if it was considering this proposal.

After a while, Vivien, who had become fat like an angry bird, fluttered her wings and landed on Charlie's shoulders impartially. She yelled twice, as if to say, "Let's go!"

The door of the office creaked open, and Charlie still held the silver ball in his hand. While walking out along the corridor, he used his sense of touch to silently feel the lines on it again.

However, just as he was about to go down the stairs, suddenly, a thick and familiar figure rushed up the stairs from top to bottom, panting.

After seeing the person coming, Charlie paused, dodged to the side, and then said in a harmonious voice

"Good afternoon Dursley, what can you do in such a hurry?"

Dragging his huge weight, Dursley barely managed to climb up the stairs. At first, he buried his head and didn't notice the person in front of him. He was about to continue walking along the corridor towards the office.

But when he heard a voice coming from the side, he stopped immediately, turned his head subconsciously, and looked in the direction of the sound.

Sure enough, he saw his boss, Charlie Black, leaning on the railing, looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Oh... my God, Mr. Black... good afternoon."

Due to the intense exercise for a while, although Dursley's cheeks were terribly red and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, he still stood up straight out of breath, and respectfully slapped Charlie. Hello.

"I'm...I'm here to see you, because there is one thing that requires your consent."

"Don't worry, take your time."

Charlie was helpless, looking at Dursley who seemed to be swallowing his breath in the next second, he had no choice but to remind him kindly, while walking forward, intending to pat him on the back.

It's just that, just after taking a pat, he felt the sweat-soaked shirt behind Dursley, but told him to take his hand back calmly, and at the same time continued to ask
"What did you come to see me for, Dursley?"

"I hope that I can ask for an employee like you."

Without hesitation, Dursley said directly
"Mr. Russell said that his identity is a bit special, and there is no way for him to approve it, so he asked me to come over and ask you to handle it personally..."

"Is it Pumbaa?"

Charlie thought for a while, and then said

"If it's Pumbaa, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, Dursley.

Although he has now gone to work on the assembly line, I actually still reserve his position in the manufacturing department for him, and I will return Peng Peng to his original position in a short time..."

"No no no no!!"

Dursley quickly waved his hands, repeatedly vetoing
"It's not Pumbaa! It's that little guy named Dobby. Russell said that it's not yet a regular employee of the factory, so it must get your permission."

(End of this chapter)