Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 10 Vivien
When we got back to the factory, it was already late at night.

Charlie didn't keep Russell with him anymore.After driving him to another place, he returned to the office alone with the bag of violet candy.

With a sound of "Peng", the door of the office slowly closed.

Completely isolate the world inside from everything outside the door.And this is a world that belongs to Charlie alone, a separate space.Under the protection of dozens of layers of spells, the level of security in Charlie's office can already be called the top in the world to some extent.

Even if Voldemort came in person, it would take a lot of effort to break the restriction without Charlie's permission.

"Um……"

Charlie stretched his waist and stretched his limbs outward as much as possible, until there was a crisp sound of "crackling" when the bones were in place all over his body, and then he stopped.

He rubbed his somewhat numb neck, snapped his fingers casually, and lit up the crystal chandelier above the office.

Then he took off his overcoat and top hat, and walked back to his seat again.

Put down the candy.In front of the long table, the undrinked coffee when Charlie left is still there, but it is completely cold without any warmth.

The newspaper was placed there flat, and under the report about Harry Potter on the top, a man in a ridiculous clown suit was still throwing the ball tirelessly.But the above content did not interest Charlie much.

He casually collapsed on the chair, put his feet on the long table carelessly, and pressed against the Daily Prophet, without any other considerations.

If Russell saw this scene, his jaw would probably drop in shock.

In his eyes, his master had always been a well-dressed gentleman with the aura of a pure-blooded nobleman, making everyone who saw him feel ashamed.

Behavior like today, no matter how you think about it, should not happen to your great master.

But Charlie was too tired, too tired to pay attention to the etiquette of so many so-called pure-blood nobles.

In his view, some things are specially displayed for outsiders to see.

From words and deeds, it reveals to the other party a feeling from the inside out, to win the favor of others, and to establish a good personality in front of the public is his goal of maintaining that perfect state.

If you are alone, you have to use so many rules to restrict yourself, and you are exhausted, then you are too stupid.

You know, he is not some stupid pure-blood nobleman.

His own act of forming the House-elf Liberation Front destined him to be a fighter against dogma.

Charlie closed his eyes slightly, reached out and rubbed his temples.

While taking a deep breath comfortably, he began to replay all the process of meeting Harry Potter for the first time today.

"Harry Potter, Hogwarts..." Charlie murmured.

"Violet Sugar Comes Flying"

While talking, he hooked casually and flew the violet sugar on the table into his mouth.

In an instant, the rich violet aroma permeated wantonly from his mouth again, rushing to the brain with that pleasant cool feeling.

"good stuff……"

The corners of Charlie's mouth couldn't help but twitched, and he closed his eyes again.

"Perhaps, I should visit my old headmaster... I hope he still likes Lemon Xuebao as much as before."

After finishing speaking, he took another deep breath. Charlie found a comfortable position and relaxed his whole body. He just nestled on the seat, and fell asleep with the scent of violets.

………………

"knock……"

"Knock knock..."

"Knock knock...knock"

I don't know how long it took, a rhythmic knocking sound woke up Charlie, who was sleeping soundly on the seat, and abruptly dragged him out of his original dream.

Charlie frowned, opened his eyes from the twilight, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice with some dissatisfaction.

Finally, his eyes fell on the heavy curtain behind him, or to be more precise, it should be behind the curtain.

In an instant, Charlie, who was still a little angry at waking up, seemed to remember something, and his drowsiness disappeared completely.

He opened his eyes completely, recovered his senses and rolled over from the seat.

"Clack-clack-cluck!" There were bursts of crisp sounds from his waist, which made him take a breath of cool air instantly.

"Damn... Next time I should remember to stop sleeping like this."

While muttering, he walked unhurriedly to the curtain, and then stretched out his hand to pull the curtain open.

Through the window, the moon was still high, and it looked like Charlie hadn't slept too long.

I saw a ghost owl with taupe and brown mottled feathers standing on the window sill at the moment, tilting its head, looking up at Charlie who opened the curtains.Immediately, it stretched out its short beak again, pecked at the glass twice, and made a crisp "knock-knock" sound.

"I knew it was you...Vivien"

Charlie had such an expression on his face, and opened the window skillfully as he spoke.

And Vivien was not polite. Seeing the window finally opened, she opened her short beak and let out a strange short cry. Then she flapped her wings and flew straight in through the open window.

It fell impartially to the top of the hanger where Charlie hung his coat and hat.

Leisurely tidied up some damp feathers.

"Okay, come on baby."

After closing the window, Charlie unhurriedly took out the owl food from the drawer under the long table, squeezed a handful, put it in the palm of his hand, and gestured to Vivien on the hanger above.

"Goo...coo."

Vivien twisted her head and let out a cry that only Charlie could understand.Immediately, the wings spread, and it glides from top to bottom, and landed firmly on Charlie's raised arm.

Charlie skillfully stroked its dew-stained feathers, while opening his palm, allowing it to eat the food in his hand.

Seeing that she was eating happily, Vivien couldn't help but let out bursts of crisp sounds like a piccolo from her throat.

The corners of Charlie's mouth also raised slightly.

This ghost owl named Vivien is no ordinary owl.

He is a creation from the system, and has been with him since he was a child, for 30 years.

When he was just born, Vivien suddenly appeared by the window of the Black family, quietly watching Charlie, who was still a baby.

Whenever there are tasks in the system, the rewards obtained and newly issued tasks will also be sent to Charlie by it.

This time is no exception.

Charlie lowered his head, looked at the small box tied at Vivien's feet, opened it with ease, and took out the contents.

It was a ring inlaid with red gemstones.

(End of this chapter)