Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 15 Hot Cow Dung

However, one day several years ago, Andromeda, who was finally unwilling to endure the suffocation and oppression, eloped with her Muggle-born husband in pursuit of love.

I never saw her again...

He still remembers that day deeply.

Signus caressed the tapestry with the genealogy of the Black family printed on it, his eyes were cold as if without the slightest emotion.

As his wand poked heavily at it, Andromeda's name began to burn, until it became an indelible hole.

After doing all this, Signus went straight to the young Charlie.

Crouching down, two powerful hands clamped his arms tightly, making him unable to bear the pain.

Signus seemed to have seen the same restlessness in Charlie's heart as Andromeda had already seen through the surface of Charlie's obedience.

He stared into Charlie's eyes, the eyes of a vulture in their sunken sockets.

Immediately afterwards, he said word by word, "You are...the pride of the Black family, and you will become the head of this family in the future...Remember, Charlie Black, don't be like Andromeda, and don't follow her example. If you really One day... I will not remove your name, but will choose to spare no effort... to kill you."

As his words reached Charlie's ears, he seemed to be able to feel Signus's almost crazy paranoia and approval of pure blood from those terrifying eyes.

Goosebumps instantly crawled all over his body.

It wasn't until that moment that he seemed to realize that he had been wrong all along since he was a child.

The craziest person in this family wasn't his eldest sister, Bellatrix at all... but their father, Signus himself!

After saying these words, Signus withdrew his hands that were holding him, pulled him into his arms again, and hugged him tightly.

But he couldn't feel the warmth of family affection from this hug at all.

Yes, just fear.

...........................

This memory seemed like a nightmare, pulling Charlie back to the present.

"call……"

He took a breath and shook his head, as if he wanted to bury this memory back in the depths of his mind.

"Vivien?"

He lowered his head, looked at Vivien who was still curled up in a ball, and gently scratched its little head.

Vivien twisted her neck and turned her head 180 degrees to look at him curiously.

"Do you want to eat something more... by the way, accompany me to the factory."

After Charlie finished speaking, he grabbed another handful of owl food from the drawer and brought it to Vivien's mouth, as if he had directly acquiesced in his choice.

Then he stood up, didn't choose to put on a windbreaker and hat, and walked out of the office.

He walked down the stairs slowly, raising his head from time to time, looking at the endless assembly line workshop.

"Mr. Charlie!! Good morning!!!"

"Hi! Mr. Charlie!!!"

...Every house elf who saw him greeted him loudly in surprise.

There was a happy and happy expression on his face, full of a state of mind that his compatriots who were house-elves outside the factory did not have.

In fact, the house elves living in this kingdom that belongs exclusively to Charlie don't regard those outsiders as their own compatriots.

After accepting the baptism of the thoughts taught by Charlie, they have gradually separated themselves from the human collective, and regarded themselves as independent living entities in the magical world, like goblins, fire dragons, and centaurs.

Therefore, even if they had infinitely close to blind worship for Charlie, they would not call him their master.Only "Sir" will be used as an honorary title to express respect for him.

As for Russell... Although he still calls Charlie the master, the two of them are actually closer to the relationship between "employer" and "employee".

Charlie throws a few Galleons into Russell's purse every month when he starts paying.

Even though Russell himself has always said that he doesn't need it, he chose to be Charlie's "servant" because of Charlie's life-saving grace.

But Charlie himself couldn't break the rule.

But turn your head away... when these people have been well educated and their three views have been reshaped.The house-elves who have received the baptism of more advanced ideas, look back and see those house-elves who groveled and humiliated outside the factory and are still proud of it.

Their mood is nothing but anger and contempt.

If you put it in another sentence, it may be "sorrowful for its misfortune, angry for its indisputable".

"Hi you too..."

Charlie wandered among the house elves, saying hello to some of the familiar ones from time to time.

"Triss, how is that little guy in your family?"

"Robby, it is indeed right to entrust this production line to you."

"Iganda, look at you, you are at least twice as fat as when you were fighting the Death Eaters!"

...............

As Vivien ate the last bit of food, he finally didn't bother lying in Charlie's arms anymore.

Or maybe the din of house-elves at work and greetings kept him from sleeping.

Anyway, accompanied by a sharp cry, Vivien opened her eyes, raised her head, combed the feathers that had been bundled up before flapping her wings, and flew into the air.

Familiar with the car, he glided over the sky above the assembly line and through the gaps of the gear mechanism, disappeared before Charlie's eyes, and went to play by himself.

Charlie laughed dumbfounded, patted the clothes that Vivien had crumpled, casually picked up a piece of warm candy that had just been produced and hadn't been bagged from the nearby assembly line, put it in his mouth and started chewing.

"vomit……"

After chewing a few times, Charlie, who had a normal expression, suddenly changed his expression, and couldn't help retching.

He suppressed the strong discomfort, swallowed it forcefully, and did not spit it out.

The Adam's apple rolled, and Charlie's face turned green as the candy slid down his throat.

"Damn it...is this a semi-finished product!? Why does it smell like this!"

"I feel like... I feel like I'm chewing hot cow dung."

Charlie took a breath, and couldn't help complaining to a house elf beside him who was concentrating on his work.

The house-elf turned around while doing the work, and responded helplessly.
"Sorry, Mr. Charlie, this is not a semi-finished product, but a finished product just made."

While talking, he picked up an unused packaging bag and said, "Look, this is... er... Weird Explosion Candy."

"..." Charlie's mouth twitched, and he was speechless for a moment.

After a long pause, he nodded and turned to leave.

But for some reason, the house elf was surprised to find that Mr. Charlie's face seemed to be greener.

　Seriously, old man.

　　Give some motivation, recommendations, monthly tickets, comments and so on.

　　Starting tomorrow, I plan to change the daily double
　　
　
(End of this chapter)