Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 66 Arrival
In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror, Russell helped Charlie tidy up his clothes for the last time, then suddenly remembered something, raised his head and said to Charlie

"It's just right. I guess when you come back, Dab will almost bring those Yankees over."

Charlie raised his eyebrows noncommittally, and while habitually stroking the inconspicuous ring on his finger, he said

"These are not big things...Even if I'm not there at that time, the factory will still work as it should. Let them visit as much as possible."

As he spoke, Charlie paused suddenly, as if thinking of something, he lowered his head and asked Russell.

"Are there any well-known newspapers and publications in the American wizarding world?"

"Uh... this"

Hearing the sudden question, Russell couldn't help being taken aback. He scratched his head, thought carefully for a while, and then continued.

"There seems to be one... but Russell didn't pay much attention to these things, so he didn't remember the name."

"never mind……"

Charlie laughed, and there seemed to be a lot of new calculations in his eyes for a while

"What do you think about paying some money and asking them to bring a reporter from the United States to accompany them?"

Charlie looked at Russell, and continued talking, but it seemed to be talking to himself, and he didn't expect Russell to give any decent answer in this regard.

After all, perhaps in terms of factory management, Russell is an extremely reliable helper.

He can easily straighten out the messy things in the shortest time, ensure that every step is carried out in an orderly manner, and ensure that every order and raw material in the factory will not be cut off.

But after leaving the factory, once it involves external matters, it is beyond Russell's ability to handle and understand...

In this regard, Russell himself is actually very clear.Ever since, when it came to matters related to the factory, as soon as the external environment and marketing plans were involved, he would report to Charlie without hesitation, and unconditionally trust the decision made by the other party.

Facts have proved that Russell is right. Although he is puzzled by Charlie's inscrutable operations from time to time, each time, they are a strong proof of Charlie's extraordinary wisdom and vision.

"Probably...not bad, although I don't understand why I call a reporter." Russell answered smoothly, but kept his hands on, continuing to tidy up Charlie's hem.

"Didn't those fellows in the American wizarding world always claim to be open and tolerant all these years?"

Charlie's eyes narrowed slowly, and the corners of his mouth, the original smile was reduced a lot, and turned into a faint smile.Still carrying the inexplicable tone that Russell could not understand in his tone, he said slowly
"Really... I wish they were as accommodating as they say they are."

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With the last long and sharp sound of the brass whistle, the speeding Hogwarts Express finally began to slow down, gradually decreasing from its original speed, and tending to stop.

"Quick!! Harry, look!! Outside!!"

Ron had already jumped up from his seat at this moment. He grabbed the few luggage he was carrying, and almost pressed his entire face to the glass. His eyes were shining, and he looked outside excitedly.

Looking at the castle that was constantly enlarged in front of his eyes in the distance outside the car window, Ron's expression at this moment was not as depressed and angry as before.

What Draco taught him has long been forgotten by him.

All that Ron can think about now is the wonderful life that is about to start at Hogwarts, and there is no room for anything else.

Seeing Ron jumping up and down as if he was about to turn into a monkey, Harry also smiled sincerely.

He carried his luggage in one hand, and raised the brass birdcage containing Hathaway with the other hand, for fear that the extremely beautiful white bird in the cage would feel uncomfortable in the slightest.

In the birdcage, Hathaway stood firmly on the shelf, her closed eyes slightly opened halfway following Harry's movements, and after a few glances at the surrounding environment, she cooed twice to herself. With a sound, he flapped his wings and closed his eyes again.

"Come on, Ron! That's the stop! Let's go, too."

Harry's little face was flushed, he turned his head, and looked at the children of the same age outside the box who were wearing the same school uniform, arguing, laughing, arguing, dragging his luggage and rushing out, his heart was also moved. Infected by this lively and noisy atmosphere, he couldn't help but beat faster.

"Oh! Yes!"

Only then did Ron come to his senses, and hurriedly removed his face from the glass, then stretched out his hand, grabbed the brown-haired mouse that was still lying on the table, and threw it into his pocket.

He lowered his head, put his hands into his pockets, ignored the opponent's struggle, and casually rubbed the poor head of the mouse named Scabbers, and then continued:
"Come on, Banban! Be good, I'll take you to school soon!"

After all, the two looked at each other, nodded in unison, and then got into the mighty queue outside the box that was rushing towards the car door.

"Hey! Be careful, my robe!"

"Did someone kick me just now?"

"Yiwen... Where are you!? Yiwen."

"Let me go back!! My toad and luggage are still in the box, let me go back!!"

Among the clamoring crowd, Harry's steps were extremely difficult. He didn't even have time to look at Ron who came out with him, and he could only care about not being pushed and fell by the crowded crowd.

"Hey! Sorry, I have an owl cage in my hand..."

"Excuse me, this cage doesn't look strong..."

"Ah, my feet!"

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"Om!!!!!!"

With the billowing white steam emerging from the front of the train, the train that was rushing forward seemed to be gently held by a pair of big white hands.

The speed dropped sharply, and finally stopped safely in front of the platform.

"Puff—cheep"

The doors on the sides of the carriages opened immediately after the train came to a smooth stop.

All of a sudden, the originally crowded and impenetrable crowd suddenly got a vent, and with a "boom", the bustling young wizards rushed out shouting, or they were squeezed out, almost in a moment , quickly filling up the originally empty platform.

Harry held his birdcage firmly, but he was still hit by a mess.

He shook his head vigorously, allowing himself to regain his senses from the dizziness he had just been drifting with.

He raised his head and looked around. At this moment, Ron was no longer around him.

(End of this chapter)