Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 81 Happy Cooperation?

For a moment, sweat permeated his clothes, but his heart was like falling into a cave of ice.

A fierce look flashed across Qi Luo's eyes, and he completely tore off the original cowardice to cover up his identity.

Almost without the slightest hesitation, he subconsciously retreated his steps, hoping to use this to create a distance, and his hands didn't stop. He immediately took out his magic wand from the large robe, intending to use it first. Be strong.

Being able to apply for the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, Quirrell's strength will naturally not be just an empty shelf.Whether it's the reaction from the very beginning, or the speed of drawing the staff, to some extent, Quirrell can even be said to have surpassed some ordinary Aurors.

However, in Charlie's eyes it was no different, because he was always going to be faster.

The moment Quirrell started to move, Charlie took a step forward.

With a sound of "Shua!", the red gemstone on the ring flickered.

Before Quirrell could react, the magic wand made of elm and matched with the nerve of the Norwegian Spinosaurus was already directly stuck to Rocky's chest. Through his robe and the clothes under the robe, death Death pressed against his chest.

And from the beginning to the end, Charlie's expression didn't show any urgency, even a trace of urgency. The playfulness in his eyes was clearly a cat that caught a mouse, as if everything was under his control.

Quirrell froze when he drew his wand. His wand was half drawn, but only half drawn.

The movements of the two people started at the same time, but ended at the same time less than a second later, and fell into a pause and silence that was not too short.

"pat..."

A drop of sweat dripped down Quirrell's cheek, and fell on the ground and shattered into little splashes.

Until now, the uncontrollable fear and remorse finally made his mind completely clear, and made him understand that the young man in front of him became famous, and now the man younger than him is not some so-called ostentation, but that he can't touch it at all. to the existence of...

"Boo, Mr. Black."

Quirrell's Adam's apple was trembling crazily, and his breathing became heavy... The stuttering that was originally pretended to deceive people, but at this critical moment of life and death, it also became real.

"Actually... Actually, we don't need to be so nervous at all."

Quirrell forced a smile on his stiff expression.He licked his chapped lips. Although he tried his best to suppress the trembling in his voice, the effect didn't seem to be very good.

"Don't you need it?"

Charlie raised his eyebrows with interest, tilted his head, and pressed the wand on Quirrell's chest with a little more effort.

"hiss………"

Feeling the bursts of pain coming from the tip of the wand, Quirrell took a sharp breath, but the smile on his face never disappeared.

"Yes...Actually...I believe you can also understand that although, although you and my master had some misunderstandings before...but, as long as the common interests are large enough, the misunderstandings can actually be resolved slowly. of."

"Gudong..." Quirrell swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then carefully looked into Charlie's eyes.

Charlie's eyes moved slightly, as if he was really thinking about what Quirrell said.

Seeing this scene, he was still trembling slightly, but he didn't know what to do, and Quirrell immediately calmed down.His brain became active, as if he was going to use up all the brain cells, and started talking to Charlie.

"Actually, I believe you can also see that... If it wasn't for that accident, with my master's strength, it would have been impossible for me to fail... With the number of his subordinates at that time, it was impossible to sweep the entire British magic world. What's the problem, let alone the Aurors and the Order of the Phoenix... Even Dumbledore can't suppress his power."

Having said this, Quirrell's expression has faintly brought up a bit of fanaticism.He looked at Charlie eagerly, and began to speak more and more fluently.

"Even now, although the master has been injured, his subordinates are still loyal to him. Even in Azkaban, his followers still firmly believe that he will come back."

"Mr. Black... this is an opportunity. You just need to act as if you don't know anything, which is the greatest help to the master. He will be resurrected soon, leading his servants to sweep the entire magic world again... and At that time, you, who helped the master in times of crisis, will receive unimaginable rewards!"

"Resurrection?" Charlie seemed half moved by the words, he raised his eyebrows, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Has he found a chance to be resurrected?"

"Of course!" Quirrell nodded frantically, looking at Charlie confidently, as if he wanted to convey his emotions to the other party.

"Actually, I came here this time for the master's resurrection plan... If you can let me go, I have great confidence that the master can be resurrected because of this!"

"..." Charlie was silent again. He lowered his head, as if he really started to think about the possibility of this matter.

The whole period of Charlie's thinking was undoubtedly the most tormented period in his life for Quirrell.

Finally, Charlie raised his head again, and the wand that was originally on Quirrell's chest disappeared into his hand again with the flash of the ring.

"Remember...he owes me this."

There was a smile on the corner of Charlie's mouth, and he stretched out his hand to Quirrell again.

"Happy cooperation?"

“Happy cooperation!!”

Quirrell's legs almost went limp, but he still froze desperately, and once again held Charlie's hand tightly, but this time, he didn't dare to play any tricks anymore.

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

Quirrell left, and with a smile like this, he walked back to his room under Charlie's sight like a spring breeze.

With the sound of "Peng", the wooden door closed, and the original smile on Charlie's face finally faded into an irrepressible mockery and banter.

He folded his arms, tilted his head, leaned against the door frame, looked deeply at the room only a few doors away from him, and murmured to himself
"Tom, I can't kill you...at least not now."

After speaking, he shook his head, straightened up, stopped looking at anything, turned around and walked back to his room.

"You just continue to live like this. Like a monster that can never appear in the light, with your disgusting nose..."

With a sound of "Peng", Charlie's door was also closed, and the corridor returned to silence again, as if nothing had happened.

(End of this chapter)