Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 9 Saying Thank You Personally
"Om..."

In the silent night, on the empty road, only Charlie's Aston Martin was still galloping.

Russell was still sitting in the co-pilot's seat, trembling all over his body.

It's just that compared to his first performance when he first came here, he is undoubtedly much better at this moment.

With his hands lightly pressed against the window glass, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, and began to carefully look at the scenery that was passing by in front of his eyes, leaving only a momentary afterimage.

"Owner……"

Suddenly, suddenly, Russell turned his head and spoke to Charlie.

"Ok?"

Charlie didn't speak.Instead, as usual, he responded with a short nasal voice.

"The ignorant Russell hopes to get enlightenment from his master, and give the master's rich wisdom to his faithful servant, so as to answer the doubts in the servant's heart."

"..." Charlie focused on the road ahead without moving his eyes.

The accelerator pedal is not reduced, and the manic roar of the engine can be heard.

"Speak human." Charlie said bluntly.

"...I really don't understand what the master and the two of us came all the way here for."

Russell scratched his head, gave up the weird tone just now, and expressed his meaning concisely and clearly.

"I've told you everything, don't imitate Kreacher's damn tune, it's not like you don't know how much I hate their family."

Charlie glanced at Russell on the co-pilot from the corner of his eye.

It can be seen that he really doesn't understand such a troublesome approach of his master.

I also don't understand why a mere Muggle kid under the age of 11 can ask the great master to put down his arrogance, come to meet him in person, and waste so much time chatting with him sitting on the dirty steps.

You know, even the so-called Minister of Magic, Gifford, who wanted to have dinner with his master last time, was rejected... Even though as a house elf, he didn't care much about the so-called identity of the human wizard world, but he also You know, the Minister for Magic is a great office.

And this child, what is He De He Neng?
Sighing, the benevolent Charlie didn't want this curious servant to be tormented by doubts in his heart after all.

So he casually replied
"I'm just curious about the magic of the baby who made Voldemort retreat and even disappeared."

Hearing this, Russell's eyes suddenly widened.Looking at the master beside him in disbelief, the expression on his face was more horrified than when he thought Harry Potter was Charlie's illegitimate son not long ago.

"That child is the baby who killed Fu... the mysterious man!?!?"

Almost at the same time that Charlie's voice fell.

Russell jumped up from his seat as if he had been greatly stimulated.

The result can be imagined, with a "plop", Russell's head slammed into the roof of the car.

Charlie squinted his eyes, looked at Russell who had returned to his seat and covered his head and moaned, and sighed helplessly.

"Be careful, this car is a limited edition."

It seemed that this hit him was really unclear. He clutched the big bag that had just been hit, and was writhing like a stranded crucian carp on the seat, and he even forgot his original fear of cars.

"I'm sorry, my master. Forgive Russell's gaffe, Russell just didn't expect it... I'm so excited."

When he sat up again, his eyes were filled with tears, and he didn't know whether it was because of the pain or something else.

He wiped away the tears from his eyes with his wrinkled fingers, couldn't help sniffling, and finally regained his composure.

Russell took a breath, looked at Charlie who was still driving quietly and unmoved, and looked at the full moon rising outside the window, even his voice became much more melancholy.

"I really didn't expect that Russell was less than five feet away from him just now. Even though he was so close, Russell didn't even notice... He didn't even have a chance to say thank you to him!"

"Look at the clothes that poor little one is wearing! I'm sure that little suckling pig and his family must have abused him! How dare they do such a thing..."

"Oh, Russell is such a bad house-elf...Russell just looked at him with an unfriendly expression, oh my God...I hope that Mr. Potter doesn't hate me."

"Woooooooo..."

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

Charlie turned his head slightly, watching Russell's expression sometimes excited, sometimes depressed, sometimes angry, sometimes sad...

He has been babbling about inconsequentially, all kinds of words like fragments.

Only this time, Charlie didn't stop him, but chose to be a quiet listener instead.

Although he couldn't empathize with Russell's mood at the moment, he could still understand it.

Russell was rescued by Charlie from a group of werewolves.

When Charlie first met him, the little guy looked like a living mummy.

His whole body was skinny, and he hid in a broken bamboo basket with numerous scars. The first time he looked at Charlie, the uncontrollable fear and despair in his eyes made the young and young Charlie breathless.

After Charlie killed the werewolves who came to arrest him, and took him away.

Russell, who finally recovered, told him the whole story.

Those werewolves were all gathered by Voldemort, and they came from a hidden Voldemort's lair nearby.

It was the testing ground where Voldemort used to study new magic, and he was the test subject who desperately escaped from it.

In a trembling voice, he told Charlie about the nightmare of suffocation.

The countless wailing sounds that surround my ears every night, the stinky rotten smell, and the despair that can never be relieved.

Perhaps in Voldemort's eyes, the Muggle wizards who were scornfully called mudbloods should be wiped out.

But the house-elves as servants were, in his mind, even less important than Muggle-born wizards.

They are consumables, slaves, toys that can be killed at will for fun, and they cannot even be called life.

It was also at this time that an immature idea sprouted in the young Charlie's heart, and later, it gradually became a towering tree.

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

"Master Charlie..."

Suddenly, just as Charlie fell into recalling knowledge, a burst of shouts from Russell brought him back to reality.

"Say."

Charlie turned his head and looked at Russell.

Russell opened his pitiful eyes wide and looked at Charlie, his eyes filled with pleading.

"Will I have a chance to see Mr. Potter again? I hope to say thank you personally."

(End of this chapter)