Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 53 The Perfect Opportunity

"Honestly, I hope Harry has opened the present I gave him."

Finally back in the familiar office, Charlie sat leisurely behind his desk as usual, habitually tapping the armrest of the seat with his fingers, and holding a cup of freshly brewed coffee in the other hand .

While talking to Russell not far in front of him, he blew on the wafting heat of the coffee, and then took a sip.

"Um……"

After entering the coffee, feeling the familiar taste, Charlie couldn't help closing his eyes, his expression stretched, and his face full of enjoyment.
Sure enough, this is called coffee!
Deep in Charlie's heart, a voice was shouting.

He slowly opened his eyes, and when he looked at Russell again, there was already a bit of admiration in his eyes.

He had been drinking the coffee made by Russell before, but he didn't feel how delicious it was... But after returning from Malfoy Manor, he suddenly discovered that Russell's coffee was actually so good.

Sure enough, there is no harm without comparison...

Although I feel sorry for Narcissa who has been taking good care of me for the past seven days, Charlie still couldn't help but make such a complaint at this moment.

However, Russell standing in front of Charlie didn't know the rich emotional changes in his heart, nor did he notice the praise in his eyes.

Because at this moment, Russell lowered his head and focused all his attention on the notebook he had been carrying with him all the time.

"Actually... Russell still has some doubts about Master Charlie's actions."

While talking, he raised his head, looked at Charlie weakly, and said
"Russell doesn't think it's really a big deal to give away as a gift a secret flagship product that hasn't hit the market yet..."

Having said this, Russell's neck shrank unconsciously, and he didn't continue to say the following words, but the meaning was naturally self-evident.

"Don't worry"

Charlie gently put the coffee cup on the coaster, the smile on his face remained the same, but he was more confident and proud than before.

That look is like...

Russell, who shrank his neck, couldn't help thinking, but didn't say much, and continued to wait for the master's next words.

"It's just a few candies, and you should have some confidence in the factory's products. What if the new products are leaked in advance? Those poor imitations will only highlight the excellent quality of Charlie's candy in another way. Besides... "

Charlie paused for a moment, he picked up the coffee that had been cold a lot, took a sip, and then slowly continued
"This is actually not just a gift for Harry..."

Russell scratched his head, although he didn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in Charlie's gourd, but seeing his master's inscrutable posture, a look of admiration appeared in his eyes again.

"Sure enough... Master's genius-like wisdom is not something I can easily understand!"

Saying this, most of Russell's original worries were dispelled.

"of course."

Charlie unceremoniously accepted Russell's admiration, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Okay, let's talk about something else."

After a while, the coffee in the cup bottomed out, and Charlie finally started to chat about work.

"How about the production lines I told you about when I left?"

"Ok!"

Russell's expression also froze, and subconsciously stood up a little.

Flipping the notebook in his hand quickly, he began to report without stopping at the same time.

"The rectification of the production line of the grotesque explosion candy that you said before you left has been completed. Only one line is left for the Hogwarts area, and all the rest have been transformed into the special version of Bingmei for Jiuxin. A production line for sweet sugar."

"Where are our people talking to the distributors in the United States?"

Charlie nodded, and continued to ask

"It's going well, and the other party is very sincere. I plan to come to the UK in a few days and sign the contract with you face to face."

Facing Charlie's question, Russell's reaction was quick, and he gave a precise answer almost the second after the other party's voice fell.

"Just to sign a contract?"

Charlie's expression was half a smile, and he asked again.It's just that this time before Russell opened his mouth, he continued to answer on his own.
"I'm afraid the Yankees are worried and want to come and visit our assembly line."

As he spoke, Charlie deliberately emphasized the word "visit".

"That……"

Hearing Charlie's words, Russell frowned for a while, with some doubts in his tone, he said tentatively
"We don't let them come here?"

"How about that?"

Charlie shook his head. He seemed a little tired from sitting, so he simply stood up while talking.Turning his head away, looking at the busy traffic outside the window, he couldn't help stretching.

"It's the first time we're working together, so it's normal to be worried... We're even more insincere if we hide it like this."

"As for visiting the factory... just let them look around. There's nothing to hide..."

On the glass, Charlie's figure was faintly reflected.

He put his hand lightly on the glass, clasped it with the reflection, and said lightly.

"After all, I can't hide you here forever.

When I first started the House-Elf Liberation Front, it wasn't just about providing a sanctuary for elves...

It is to allow them to be truly accepted by society, just like other magical races, as an independent individual, living in the world aboveboard. "

"Wizards in the British wizarding world shy away from talking about the fact that all the workers in the factory are house-elves, as if it were a scabies that everyone had to cover up."

As he spoke, Charlie paused, his tone gradually becoming tougher.

"But what I want is not such a simple acquiescence. The more they don't want to mention it, the more I should show it to everyone... Let them adapt, let them understand, let them learn to accept it."

"And the arrival of the Yankees this time is, in my opinion, an extremely suitable opportunity."

Russell's eyes couldn't help turning red. He looked up at the back that was not dimmed in the sun, but was still dazzling, and couldn't help sniffling.

At this moment, he was so excited that he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

He only knew that the most correct thing he had done in his life was definitely to hide in that inconspicuous broken bamboo basket when he escaped from Voldemort's lair.

Because of this, he met Mr. Charlie Black, and was able to follow him, become his right-hand man, and together with him one day in the future, jointly witness the house-elf regaining a new life.

In this regard, he is convinced.

(End of this chapter)