Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 19 The Past Ten Years Ago

Time passed by every minute... The husband and wife were still sitting on the sofa in the mansion, waiting quietly.

Lucius looked at the fireplace of his house from time to time, and turned his head away from time to time to look at the wind and grass outside the mansion.It seemed that she was more excited than Narcissa who was Charlie's sister.

Narcissa got up, walked unhurriedly to the wine cabinet in the corner of the hall, picked out a good bottle of wine, and took three more glasses.

Put the wine and glasses on the long table in the foyer nearby.

"Lucius, do you want a drink first? I think you seem more nervous than Draco."

Narcissa turned her head to look at her husband, and couldn't help but tease her.

"..." Lucius didn't speak, but also turned his head and looked at his wife.

His eyes paused for a moment, as if with some hesitation.

After a while, he finally nodded.

"Okay, pour me a glass, I'm...a little thirsty."

Narcissa turned her head away, and the smile on the corner of her mouth became a little more obvious. She did not expose Lucius' "thirsty" pretense, but gently pulled out the cork with a faint oak aroma, poured the wine into the in two cups.

Holding a cup in one hand, she returned to her seat and handed one of them to the other party.

"Hope this makes you, less thirsty."

Lucius didn't speak, as if he didn't hear the teasing in his wife's words, he took the goblet with lowered eyes, looked at the crystal clear amber wine in the glass, just like a layman who didn't understand the rules, Drank it down.

After finishing a glass of wine, he finally felt better. He looked up at his wife and smiled rarely.

Narcissa also smiled at him, and then lightly sipped the red wine in the glass.

"Kakakakaka..."

On the wall, the gears inside the clock rotated, making a slight clicking sound.

Although the sound was very small, in such a silent hall, it was the only one that kept making sounds.

"clang……"

I don't know how long it has passed... At the moment when the hour hand points to ten o'clock, the sound of the clock reverberates throughout the mansion.

"It seems that you still don't know him well enough..."

Looking up, Lucius looked at the clock on the wall and couldn't help but sigh.

But it is also unclear whether this sigh is mixed with regret or joy.

Narcissa's wine glass was already empty at the moment, and her cheeks were covered with a slight blush, although it was not heavy, but it became a little obvious because of her unnaturally fair skin.

"It seems that my understanding of him has only stayed in my childhood after all..."

Narcissa pursed her lips, showed a stiff smile, and replied
Although she didn't say anything, they have been married for many years, and Lucius can naturally hear the loss in her words.

But he didn't say anything to comfort, but nodded.

"Go and tell Draco the news first, let him stop waiting and go to sleep..."

After saying this, he paused again and continued.

"The bottle of wine has been opened..."

Listening to what he said, Narcissa raised her beautiful eyes and said with a smile
"Then maybe when I come back, we can have a few more drinks."

Lucius lowered his eyes and said nothing.

But Narcissa knew that he actually meant to agree.

Narcissa walked up to the second floor slowly, while Lucius came to the long table and refilled the two empty glasses.

The turbid air slowly gushed out of his nostrils. It seemed that it was due to the influence of alcohol. He sat down on the chair beside the long table, but he couldn't help but recall that time, the first time with Charlie Black. meet.

At that time, the "House-elf Liberation Front", which was slowly rising and had completely different ideas from its own, was undoubtedly a thorn in the side of the Dark Lord.

But the fierce confrontation between himself and the Order of the Phoenix made it impossible for him to spare any more energy to find trouble with the House-elf Liberation Front.

Moreover, he also had to admit... Those lowly race creatures in his eyes, when they really gather together, they will also be an extremely terrifying force.

Ever since, Voldemort changed his mind.

He was going to send his Death Eaters to behead Charlie Black, the leader and core of the House-Elf Liberation Front.

He firmly believed that after the death of Charlie as the leader, the remaining so-called House-Elf Liberation Front was nothing more than an empty shell, and it would disintegrate on its own without any more energy.

So he made up his mind, and Voldemort carefully selected twenty elite disciples from his subordinates to carry out this task.

And Lucius was one of the 20 people who were selected.

Although Voldemort attached great importance to this matter, and even made complete preparations, he specially learned about Charlie's activity track and made a plan.

However, just when everyone thought that things were under control, the fact slapped Voldemort hard in the face.

On the outskirts of Merseyside, when twenty Death Eaters surrounded the immature-looking young man who had just graduated from Hogwarts, the mutation really happened.

Facing twenty wands ready to go, it was the first time for this young man to formally show his terrifying strength to the world.

The hazy fog spread from nowhere, depriving everyone's senses in an instant.

Not even the lighting technique can penetrate the mist of despair...

The next moment, the ground cracked and trembled.

With the flashes of fluorescent light on his wand, huge rock pillars protruded from the cracked ravine, messy and scattered, but integrated with each other to form a vertical wall, connecting the twenty Death Eaters with himself. , all blocked in it...

In the shock of "rumbling", in this blocked area, it seems that the entire land has become an extension of his siblings...

He waved the magic wand in his hand and manipulated it wantonly, turning the ground into soft waves.

The ups and downs are like a ruthless meat grinder. Accompanied by howling one after another, those so-called elites, even without the chance to touch Charlie's clothes, were ground into a meat paste...

Only Lucius, when he saw the thick fog rising, realized something was wrong, and his precise sixth sense seemed to be stimulated by something in an instant.

Before the mist could wrap him, he immediately disappeared in place with a decisive "shape-shifting".

He ran to a position separated by a long distance, observing the battle situation from a distance.

When the other party left, he also went back to check...but everything disappeared, the ground remained the same, but the piles of meat paste seemed to be licked clean by monsters, not even bloodstains. None left.

(End of this chapter)