Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 88 Visitors from the American Magical World
Of course, what Charlie was talking about was nothing else but the specific matters related to those Yankees who traveled thousands of miles and came here specially to visit the factory.

If Russell hadn't miscalculated, then they should have arrived at this moment.

It's not that Charlie doesn't believe in Russell's ability, thinking that he can't entertain those Yankees well.But facing Yankees who have never been in contact with them before, who can know what attitude they will treat their employees?

In fact, Charlie's heart is also hanging, because since the end of the wizarding war, he has been using the factory method to provide elves with a self-sufficient paradise that does not need the outside world.

Except for himself and a small number of trustworthy dealers, no one else has ever entered there and really had contact with the elves living there.

What he did this time can certainly be regarded as a great attempt, but whether the result of the attempt is good or bad, no one can know...you can only resign yourself to fate.

"In that case, I won't keep you."

Hearing this, Dumbledore nodded, and no longer tried to keep Charlie at Hogwarts for a few more days, but stood up from his seat and walked slowly in front of Charlie.

Dumbledore reached out and patted Charlie on the shoulder as he did ten years ago.

However, compared to the past, at this moment, he undoubtedly wants to raise his hand a bit.

"Then, safe travels."

His smile is still as kind as before, like sunshine, which can always pierce the darkness and shine into the deepest corners of people's hearts.

"Yeah!" Charlie nodded.

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It's a well-known fact that the Charlie's confectionery factory is located in Manchester, Greater Manchester.

Even every citizen living in Manchester can often see the beautiful and clear pictures or silhouettes of this candy factory known as the "Light of Desserts" through the morning newspaper.

It seems that as long as you pull a random person from the road, no matter whether it is a man or a woman, they can enthusiastically tell you a few details about this factory.

For example, what is the color of his fence, what is his building like, there is a beautiful cypress tree inside the factory, and the workers in the factory usually go to work one after another at [-] o'clock in the morning, etc...

However, when you actually asked where the factory is located, everyone was dumbfounded.

Most of the answers given are not the same...

Some will tell you it's in Moseley Street, while others will say it's Oxford Street, and still others will be convinced they've seen it in Oldham Street. (The practical question that factories will never be built on high streets has never been considered.)
Although there are many opinions about this, no one feels weird.It seems that there are so many sayings, which are also reasonable.

Charlie walked slowly along the curb of the street, joining the crowd as if he were a part of them.

Even though the suit he was wearing looked gorgeous and extremely cumbersome, it didn't attract any attention, and even the casual glances of people walking across would slide past him naturally.

Charlie stopped in front of his factory.

The ring on his finger lit up, and he put his wand into his hand again.

"Buzz!"

The tip of the wand lightly touched the iron gate of the factory, causing light blue ripples.

Soon, the iron gate seemed to be a machine that received some kind of instruction, and slowly moved, and opened completely, welcoming the real owner of this huge factory.

Charlie stepped through the iron gate and walked into the factory completely. For a moment, all the bustling street scene outside disappeared, as if it was cut apart by some invisible force.

"Huh? Strange..."

Suddenly, Charlie paused, his brows furrowed involuntarily, and he looked around, as if he was looking for something.

Normally, at this time, Russell should come to look for him... But today, Charlie didn't see him.

"What's going on...are you receiving those Yankees?"

Charlie said to himself, and continued to walk towards the factory building inside the factory, but he still felt a little doubt and strangeness in his heart.

As he got closer and closer to the factory building, finally, the bursts of noise from inside made him feel that something was wrong.

Without the slightest hesitation, Charlie's eyes narrowed instantly, and he walked towards the factory with big strides.

When he actually entered the factory building, it was completely messed up inside.

All the house elves on the production line stopped working, and hundreds of little guys in uniforms, with big ears and big eyes, gathered together, surrounding a black man dressed in traditional American magic circle. , although the voice was chaotic, but one could still hear the anger and scolding in it.

As for the black man, he seemed to be explaining something constantly in embarrassment, beads of sweat were densely spread all over his forehead, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and his face was full of embarrassment.

You know, these elves in the factory are not the house-elves outside... They are all guys who have survived the war and dared to fight the Death Eaters.

Although he has gone ashore from a liberation organization and turned into an employee of a candy factory, the blood in his heart is not something that can be suppressed in just ten years!

Just as the situation was getting worse and worse, and even some elves' hands were starting to light up, a familiar voice immediately overshadowed all the noise and suppressed them all.

"Quiet!!!!!!"

Accompanied by Charlie's angry shout regardless of his demeanor, all the elves looked over in unison.

"Mr. Black!!"

Out of respect for Charlie, the scene was instantly controlled as it should be. All the elves stopped and greeted Charlie in unison.

And the black man who was surrounded by them seemed to have found some savior, his eyes lit up immediately, and he was about to rush out of a group of elves and run to Charlie.

It's a pity that although the situation was brought under control, these little elves didn't seem to intend to let the man pass by, Qi Qi opened his hands to stop him.

Charlie took a deep look at the black man, and then asked

"Where is Russell, where is Russell?"

Hearing this, the elves who were crowded together consciously stepped back a few steps to the side, making way for Charlie to go straight to the innermost path.

At the same time, he also saw Russell half-kneeling on the ground in the innermost part, and two other elves beside him.

And... in front of the three elves, there was a fourth one lying on the ground with narrowed eyes and a painful expression.

　It's just pure water, and it's not the end of the world.

　　(ps: because it has never happened before)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)