Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 13 The Morning Meeting
"Gudong..."

Russell looked up at the raging wall of fire that was as tall as a person, and couldn't help swallowing.

After hesitating for a while, out of trust in Charlie, he closed his eyes and mustered up the courage to step in.

Sure enough, the moment his foot stepped into the wall of fire, the scorching heat and burning sensation that Russell imagined did not come, but an inexplicable warmth swept across his whole body.

Russell took a few steps past the burning area of ​​the fire wall, then opened his eyes, checked his whole body in some surprise, then turned his head, and looked at the seemingly ferocious flame again.

Can't help but praise
"As expected of the great master Charlie!! He actually created such a real flame, Russell couldn't see the slightest clue!"

In the middle of the fire shield, Charlie leaned against his long table, watching the scroll with the magic in his hand slowly burn into ashes, and couldn't help yawning.

Standing up from the long table, with a wave of the ring-wearing hand, the original wand disappeared without a trace.

He strolled in front of Russell, picked up the hot coffee on the plate in the other's hand, and took a sip.

"Stupid Russell..."

A sip of bitter coffee in the morning was enough for Charlie to dispel the tiredness of the whole night, and he couldn't help but feel refreshed.

He cast a glance at Russell, who was still staring wide-eyed beside the ring of fire, and kept reaching in to test out what was going on, and said
"This is no illusion."

While speaking, Charlie raised his arm and swung fiercely at the still burning fire shield.

Immediately, the flame was attracted by something, and condensed into a line of fire on time, flying around and flying back to Charlie's side until it slowly dissipated in the void.

It wasn't until this moment that Russell noticed that the place where the flame had burned just now had turned into pitch-black coke, and even the places next to it that were not directly touched were also blackened a lot by the naked eye.

"At this time, the fire shield is one of the magics of the previous generation of Dark Lord Grindelwald."

Looking at Russell whose jaw dropped in shock, the inexplicable sense of accomplishment in Charlie's heart was perfectly satisfied.

After all, it took me a whole night to learn something. If Russell behaves like this, then something is wrong!
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch, holding the coffee in his hand, he took another sip.Then sat back on his seat.

"This, this, this... is simply unheard of!" Naturally, Russell would not restrain his admiration for his master, followed by all kinds of praise, as if he didn't want money.

Like something like "The first in history...", "Incomparable...", "Excellent technique..." Within 10 minutes, there are no duplicate samples.

Although Charlie knew most of it was exaggeration, it still didn't prevent him from enjoying Russell's admiration.

After listening for a long time, Charlie finally waved his hand and stopped Russell, who was still full of thoughts.

"Let's talk about something serious."

Russell realized it later, glanced at the toast he was still holding in his hand, nodded quickly, sent it to Charlie's long table and started the usual report.

"Recently, the distributors of Bingmei Sweet Candy in various regions have responded very well... Our people are negotiating with the Muggles in that part of America. If it goes well, it won't take long to get through the sales in the United States."

"Not bad." Charlie nodded, not too surprised.

He took a bite of the toast with a slightly burnt aroma, thought for a while and added, "Then arrange a few more production lines to do this in the near future, and try to increase the production... oh wait"

While talking, Charlie suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he snapped his fingers.

"Try adding liquorice to it, those Yankees like it."

Listening to Charlie's opinion, Russell took out a small notebook from nowhere and wrote it down seriously.

"And there's... that weird exploding candy I mentioned to you earlier."

Russell said as he immersed himself in writing and drawing.

"Well, I remember, what's wrong?"

Charlie thought for a moment, then nodded quickly to show he knew.

"I have to say that the response to it is really...too bad."

Russell raised his head again and shrugged regretfully.

"Whether it's in the wizarding world or European Muggles, they don't like it. Many people have reported to us that it always smells like cow dung when chewed."

Charlie, who was chewing toast, couldn't help but pause when he heard this.Then he frowned and took a sip of coffee.

"So how do they know what cow dung tastes like? . . . Whatever these guys, they don't say Weird Explosions and apples and lemons."

Charlie waved his hand at this, and said that he didn't need to care at all.

Hearing this, Russell hesitated for a while, then stretched out his hand and scratched his head.

"Actually... what I mean is, maybe we can stop the production line of Weird Explosion Candy and switch to Jiuxin Bingmei Sweet Candy."

Charlie listened to Russell's words, rubbed his chin, and seemed to be thinking about something.

It took a long time before the answer was given.

"It's not impossible, but there must be at least two production lines for Weird Explosive Candy. We don't need to sell those Muggles who don't know what to buy, but the wizarding world must continue to maintain the supply of distributors."

"Okay..." Russell hesitated for a moment, but still nodded, and honestly recorded Charlie's words in his notebook.

"That, Master Charlie" Russell remembered, couldn't help but raised his head, looked at Charlie and asked cautiously.

"Can you tell Russell why?"

Charlie didn't answer the question directly, but narrowed his eyes, turned his head to look out the window, took a sip of coffee, and then said quietly
"Principal Dumbledore mentioned it in a letter to me a few years ago, and he said that Weird Explosion Candy tastes delicious."

Hearing this, Russell suddenly realized, and quickly wrote down this sentence.

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

Two slices of bread and one cup of coffee, accompanied by a brief meeting between the two, were quickly wiped out by Charlie.

When he put the last corner of the bread into his mouth and swallowed it, the breakfast was completely over.

"The bread is a bit burnt."

As usual, Charlie wiped his mouth after eating and gave a fair evaluation.

"I'll make sure to tell them to pay more attention next time."

Russell stepped forward, put the coffee cup on the plate and picked it up, and replied like this.

"No, I like a little more focus."

Charlie stood up again, rubbed Vivien who had curled up on the table and was sleeping soundly, and replied.

(End of this chapter)