Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

The matter Charlie spoke of was naturally none other than the specific arrangements for those Americans who had traveled thousands of miles to visit the factory. ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ Google Search Reading

If Russell's estimation was correct, then they should have already arrived by now.

It wasn't that Charlie didn't trust Russell's ability, thinking he couldn't entertain those Americans well. Rather, it was that facing Americans he had never encountered before, who could know what their attitude towards his employees would be?

In fact, Charlie was also worried, because ever since the Wizarding War ended, he had been providing the house-elves with a self-sufficient haven, using the factory as a means.

Apart from himself and a small number of trusted distributors, no one else had ever entered there or truly interacted with the house-elves living there.

His actions this time could certainly be regarded as a great attempt, but no one could know whether the result of the attempt would be good or bad… He could only leave it to fate.

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"Since that's the case, I won't keep you."

Hearing this, Dumbledore nodded and didn't try to keep Charlie at Hogwarts for a few more days. Instead, he stood up from his seat and slowly walked to Charlie.

Dumbledore reached out his hand and patted Charlie's shoulder, just like he had done more than a decade ago.

However, compared to the past, he undoubtedly had to raise his hand a little higher now.

"Well, safe travels."

His smile was still as kind as ever, like sunshine, always able to pierce through the darkness and illuminate the deepest corners of people's hearts.

"Okay!" Charlie nodded.

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It was common knowledge that Charlie Brand Candy's production factory was located in the city of Manchester, in Greater Manchester.

Even every citizen living in Manchester could often see beautiful and clear pictures or silhouettes of this candy factory, known as the "Light of Sweets," in the morning paper.

It seemed that if you just grabbed someone from the street, whether male or female, they could enthusiastically tell you a few details about this factory.

For example, what color its walls were, what its architecture was like, there was a beautiful cypress tree inside the factory, the factory workers usually went to work at eight o'clock in the morning, and so on…

However, when you actually asked where the factory was specifically located, everyone fell silent.

The answers given were also mostly different…

Some people would tell you it was on Mosley Street, while others would say it was on Oxford Street, and some would even firmly believe that they had seen it on Oldham Street. In fact, no one had ever considered the practical issue that factories would never be built on commercial streets.)

Although opinions on this were divided, no one felt strange about it. It was as if even if there were so many different versions, it was all reasonable.

Charlie slowly walked along the curb of the street, together with the crowd, as if he was also a part of them.

Even though the suit he was wearing looked extremely gorgeous and complicated, it didn't attract any attention. Even the casual glances from people walking towards him would naturally slide over him.

Charlie stopped in front of his own factory.

The ring on his finger lit up, sending his wand back into his hand.

"Buzz!"

The tip of the wand lightly tapped the iron gate of the factory in the air, causing ripples of light blue.

Soon, the iron gate moved slowly, as if it had received some kind of instruction, opening completely to welcome the true owner of this huge factory.

Charlie stepped through the iron gate and completely entered the factory. In an instant, the prosperous street scene outside disappeared completely, as if it had been cut off by some invisible force.

"Huh? Strange…"

Suddenly, Charlie paused, his brow furrowing slightly, his eyes scanning around, as if looking for something.

Logically speaking, Russell should usually come to find him at this time… However, today, Charlie didn't see him.

"What's going on… Is he entertaining those Americans?"

Charlie said to himself, continuing to walk towards the factory building inside, but in his heart, he still felt a faint sense of doubt and strangeness.

As he got closer and closer to the factory building, the bursts of noise coming from inside finally made him feel that something was wrong.

Without the slightest hesitation, Charlie's eyes narrowed instantly, and he strode towards the factory.

When he actually walked into the factory building, it was already in complete chaos.

All the house-elves on the production line had stopped working. Hundreds of little people wearing uniform clothes, with big ears and big eyes, were huddled together, surrounding a black man dressed in traditional American wizarding attire. Although the voices were noisy, one could still hear the anger and scolding in them.

And the black man seemed to be explaining something in a flustered manner, beads of sweat densely covering his forehead, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, his face full of embarrassment.

You should know that these house-elves in the factory are not those outside house-elves… They are all guys who have survived the war and dared to fight Death Eaters.

Although they have gone ashore from the liberation organization and become employees of the candy factory, the bloodiness in their hearts is not something that can be suppressed in just ten short years!

Just as the situation was gradually escalating, and some of the house-elves' hands had even begun to light up, a familiar voice suddenly drowned out all the noise and suppressed them all.

"Quiet!!!!!!"

Accompanied by Charlie's undignified angry shout, all the house-elves' gazes turned to look over.

"Mr. Black!!"

Out of respect for Charlie, the scene was immediately brought under control, and all the house-elves stopped and greeted Charlie in unison.

And the black man who had been surrounded by them, as if he had found some kind of savior, his eyes lit up instantly, and he hurriedly tried to break out of the group of house-elves and run to Charlie.

It was just a pity that although the situation had been brought under control, these house-elves did not seem to intend to let the man pass, and they all opened their arms to stop him.

Charlie took a deep look at the black man, and then immediately asked

"Where's Russell? Where's Russell?"

Hearing this, the house-elves who were originally crowded together consciously took a few steps to the side, giving Charlie a path straight to the innermost part.

At the same time, he also saw Russell kneeling on the ground in the innermost part, as well as two other house-elves beside him.

And… in front of the three house-elves, the fourth one was already lying on the ground, squinting his eyes with a painful expression.