Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 80 Is your master okay?
"Professor Quirrell!"

After all the instructions were finished, Dumbledore stopped Professor Lodge who was about to leave in front of the auditorium.

"what!"

Quirrell seemed to be taken aback, first screamed, then turned his head hastily and looked at Dumbledore.

"Wh... what is it? Dumbledore... Headmaster."

Quirrell subconsciously clasped his hands together in front of his chest, opened his eyes wide, and asked a little stammeringly.

He always seems to be so shy and unconfident. He treats everyone cautiously but extremely accommodating.

Even if I came to the auditorium to attend the opening ceremony today, the clothes on my body didn't change at all. I was still wrapped in a thick turban and paired with an exaggerated cloak to completely cover myself.

"Are you going to go back to the room later?"

Dumbledore asked

"Yes... yes, I am, planning to go back."

Quirrell nodded hastily, and then pointed in the direction outside the auditorium.

"Can you take Charlie with you? His room is next door to Snape's."

After hearing Dumbledore's words, Quirrell turned his gaze back to Charlie.

Seeing that Charlie was also looking at him at this moment, the kind smile with a bit of flattery and humbleness reappeared subconsciously on his face.

The originally hunched body leaned forward a little bit, making a bow-like motion.

Charlie also leaned forward slightly in return for this.

"Of course... I thought, it's not troublesome."

Quirrell almost didn't think any more, so he nodded and agreed.

"That's really good."

Dumbledore turned to look at Charlie again.

"Professor Quirrell is a very kind person. Except for some weakness, you can hardly find any faults in him." He first briefly praised Quirrell, and finally said
"Then that's it... let Professor Quirrell take you back, have a good sleep, and come to my office when you wake up tomorrow, and we can talk about other issues."

After speaking, he asked Charlie for his thoughts again.

"How about it?"

"Of course it couldn't be better."

Charlie nodded happily, and after finishing speaking, he said "goodbye" to Principal Dumbledore.

Then he walked around the seats slowly, walked down, and walked towards the door of the auditorium and Professor Quirrell who was standing there waiting.

"Nice to meet you, Professor Quirrell."

Charlie took the lead in extending a hand to Rocky in good faith, and said softly with a smile.

"Oh! Oh! Of course, Mr. Black! It's an honor to meet you, too!"

Professor Quirrell seemed a little flattered. He subconsciously leaned forward even more, stretched out his hands, held Charlie's palm tightly, and shook it twice vigorously.

Charlie's smile remained the same. He felt the slight coolness from Professor Quirrell's hands when he touched him, and his eyes moved slightly.

"Come on, I, I'll take you there, please follow me."

After shaking for a while, Quirrell let go of his hand again. The smile on his face was still eager. While talking to Charlie, he walked out of the auditorium hall without stopping.

Charlie didn't say anything more, just nodded and followed.

At this moment, it was more than nine o'clock in the evening and close to ten o'clock, Quirrell was in front, and Charlie followed him.

There was no intersection between the two after they left the auditorium.

The footsteps are quiet, there is no sound, shuttling between corridors and corridors, floors and floors up and down, in a labyrinth-like building, it is a leisurely stroll without any difficulty.

Charlie just continued to follow Quirrell in his footsteps, but his attention was already casually looking at the surrounding buildings and environment.

From every oil painting on the wall, to every sculpture, and even every candlestick, everything in Charlie's memory perfectly overlapped.

"Boo, Mr. Black, here we come!"

After a while, Quirrell stopped and stood in front of a closed wooden door.

Then turned his head away, smiled and said to Charlie

"Oh...thank you" Charlie was stunned for a moment, pulled himself out of memory again, looked at the wooden door corresponding to Quirrell, and then looked at the other room next to the wooden door, which was not bad.

"So, Severus lives here?"

"Yes." Quirrell nodded, "This is where Professor Snape lives."

"Okay, sorry to bother you."

Charlie walked towards the door, Quirrell stepped aside and stood beside Charlie, shaking his head as humbly as in the auditorium.

"Don't say that, Mr. Black, it's just a little effort."

Charlie put his hand on the wooden door, and with a slight push, the wooden door was pushed open.

Inside is an ordinary small bed, plus a desk, a clothes hanger, and a bookcase.

But they were all clean. It seemed that Dumbledore had ordered the elves to clean them before Charlie arrived.

"In that case, I will go back first."

Quirrell didn't stay any longer, and after talking to Charlie, he turned around and was about to leave.

However, just as he turned his head away, before he could take any steps, suddenly, Charlie behind him suddenly spoke again.

"By the way, Professor Quirrell."

Charlie stood at the door, and didn't step in the first time, but thoughtfully raised the hand that Quirrell had just held, and looked left and right.

"What, what?" Quirrell's voice was filled with a bit of astonishment and surprise, but he quickly turned his head around, looking at Charlie with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Your master, how is it now?"

"My... master?" Quirrell looked at him puzzled, and then his face suddenly became confused.
"You mean Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"Do not…"

Charlie turned his head and looked at him again.

Only this time, there was no smile on his face.

In those eyes, there was extreme indifference and coldness, as if his sight was a sharp sword, which could directly pierce Quirrell's heart and pronounce death.

Charlie opened his mouth slowly, biting every word very clearly.

"I mean Tom... Tom Marvolo Riddle."

After saying the name, Charlie suddenly smiled again.

He looked at Quilo, whose pupils were the size of a needle eye, and opened his mouth, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.The movement of the mouth has not stopped. Although there is no sound after that, the shape of the mouth is clearly saying the most terrifying name in the entire magic world.

"I don't know where you got such confidence."

Charlie raised the hand he had just shaken with Quirrell.

Under Quirrell's gaze, flames rose from his hand, slowly enveloping it and burning it.A few wisps of black smoke were brought out, drifted upwards, and disappeared without a trace in midair.

"Even your master doesn't have the ability to bully me...Why do you think you can do it?"

(End of this chapter)