Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 99 I'm Going To Kill Tonight

"Mr. Black!!!"

When Andre led Charlie to the office building where their company was located.

Before Charlie could react, a white man with a pot belly and wearing a high-end suit that was completely higher than Andre rushed out excitedly, held his hand tightly, and then viciously Shaked a bit.

"I really didn't expect you to come here in person!!"

The fat and bloated man's eyes were shining, and his face and neck became extremely red, and the joy and surprise in it were beyond words.

"I wanted to talk to you about cooperation a long time ago!"

With spit in his mouth, he pulled Charlie up, and without any explanation, he enthusiastically walked towards the office.

"My name is Peter Muller, but they all like to call me Old Muller. If you like, of course you can call me that. You don't even know, when I heard that you are going to choose a dealer in the American magic world , how happy I am. To tell you the truth, I am a loyal fan of yours. I have watched the video of you speaking at Oxford University many times, especially. Uh uh, what you said, candy is always for happiness! I still remember it in my heart, and regard it as a classic, and use it as my life creed."

"You may not know! Our company has extremely high experience! Otherwise, it would not be possible to successfully break through the encirclement among so many powerful enemies and win the favor of your company."

It can be seen that the old Muller is probably a eccentric and happy guy.He seemed to have something to say all the time, and his chatterbox was uninterrupted at all, and new topics kept pouring out, which made even Charlie feel a little overwhelmed and almost retreated on the spot.

But fortunately, the old Muller did not continue this conversation for too long, because it was getting dark soon.

Charlie refused the old Muller's kind invitation to have dinner on the grounds that he was a little tired after arriving in the United States.

Old Muller had no choice but to reluctantly give up his plan.Sighing, he hurriedly arranged another staff member under him, and took Charlie to the hotel that he had arranged for him early on.

Quiet night, in the hotel room.

Charlie sat on the seat by the window, raised his head slightly, and looked at the lonely night sky outside the window and the missing moon in the sky.Then he lowered his head and took a look at the bustling city full of lights and feasting. Even at night, the bustling atmosphere of New York has not lost the slightest bit. On the contrary, it is even worse than during the day.For a while, I didn't know how I felt in my heart.I just feel that this scene is very strange, and even the moon is different from what I saw when I was in England.

The gentleness and smile that had been on Charlie's face finally disappeared, and gradually dissipated, turning into an emotionless plainness.He just sat by the window like this, from the beginning to the end, from the time he came back to now, he didn't even take off his windbreaker.

Fingers tapped rhythmically on the top of the glass round table in front of him, making muffled "dong dong dong" sounds.

The time gradually passed by the tapping of his fingers, and the clock on the wall of the room had turned a big circle, and the pointer slowly changed from the original "ten thirty" to twelve o'clock in the morning.

Finally, Charlie made another move, and the faint muffled sound of his tapping on the tabletop stopped abruptly.There was also a glint of cold and lonely light in his eyes that was as cold and lonely as the sky at this moment.

The next second, he stood up, without any other unnecessary movements, the middle finger and index finger rubbed against each other, accompanied by a crisp sound of "pop", the figure who was still by the window disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving nothing behind. The slightest trace.

New York City, Bronx District, in a very inconspicuous gloomy alley.

Accompanied by a rustling sound, several gray-haired mice gathered beside the trash can, happily eating around a box of chow mein that was left behind.Suddenly, however, a mouse stopped eating. He raised his head and stroked his beard with his paws. He seemed to sense some movement, and looked around vigilantly for a while.

Just when he was relieved and ready to eat the food under his body again, a dazzling light flashed out of nowhere in the middle of the alley, accompanied by a slight "cracking" sound.

Immediately, the mouse that was enjoying the delicious meal screamed and fled to the depths of the alley in a panic, leaving only the small box of fried noodles left in the quiet alley.

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The light dissipated, and Charlie emerged from it.

He casually glanced at the running mouse, didn't pay much attention to it, and walked straight to the dirty wall of the alley.

There are unknown graffiti painted on the wall, as well as dense chewing gum corpses.There are also a few tattered posters and leaflets.

Charlie stopped in front of one of the promotional leaflets that could be vaguely identified as a supermarket.He closed his eyes, raised his hand and gently pinched the corner of the leaflet.

In the next second, there was another huge pulling force, and the familiar feeling of being hooked to the navel emerged.It seemed that his soul and body were about to be torn apart.

"Jingle bell jingle bell."

When the uncomfortable feeling disappeared, a crisp bell sounded in his ears.Charlie opened his eyes, the wall in front of him had disappeared, and he was no longer in that gloomy alley.

But instead, it was a more gloomy shop.

"Welcome to Katie's Magical Cabin!!!"

Before Charlie had time to look around at the bottles and jars in this small shop, a rough voice sounded.

Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw a 1.9-meter black man with heavy makeup behind the old counter in the deepest part of the densely packed strange objects, smoking and smiling while holding an old-fashioned hookah looked at Charlie.

His eyes seemed to be able to speak, and he winked at Charlie coquettishly, then licked his lips, and continued enchantingly, "I am Katie."

"." Charlie was silent for a while, and subconsciously took out the small note with information that he had asked for at Knockturn Alley from his windbreaker pocket before leaving, and looked at it carefully.

After confirming that everything was correct, Charlie finally raised his head again, his gaze refocused on the "man" named Katie, without any other change in tone, he said directly
"I heard from my friend, do you have any registered wands here?"

Listening to Charlie's words, Katie frowned, and the shisha that was about to be put into her mouth was removed again.

"There are very few unregistered wands. What do you want them for?"

"I'm going to kill a few people tonight."

(End of this chapter)