Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

The news of Charlie's factory recruiting Muggles and Squibs was like a stone thrown into a calm river. The ripples spread outwards, and although the initial excitement subsided, it still caused the entire wizarding world to surge and fluctuate…

Russell returned to the factory, carrying two stacks of recruitment notices taller than himself, and went to Charlie's office to deliver them to his master.

"Thank you for your hard work."

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Charlie smiled and nodded, casually picking up one and slowly examining it.

The quality of the recruitment notice was excellent, and all the content was as Charlie had originally requested.

In addition, Gu Fei had ingeniously used a few small spells on the basis of the original recruitment notice… adding a bit of the unique flavor of the wizarding world.

"Not bad," Charlie raised an eyebrow, praising with a smile, but in his heart, he was already wondering if he could ask The Daily Prophet to help him with similar matters in the future.

After all, although the house-elves were obedient and extremely efficient, you had to admit that their aesthetics were completely incompatible with those of humans in some aspects.

Often, the candy packaging or promotional posters that a few house-elves racked their brains over all night were, in his eyes, filled with unspeakable things.

Therefore, since Fuduo uttered the phrase "So delicious I want to be torn apart by five horses," he had never let them continue to handle such events. Any issues involving promotion or design were all handled personally by this Factory Manager Charlie…

While thinking, Charlie pulled out a neatly bound document from the stack of papers next to his desk and handed it to Russell.

"This is the family information of all Muggle-born wizards in the British wizarding world, or some Muggle information with special connections to the magical world."

"Find a way to send these recruitment notices to every Muggle on this list."

Russell looked up, quickly taking the document with both hands, opening the first page, and widening his eyes to carefully examine the densely packed rows of names and detailed addresses.

"Are these all of them?" Russell couldn't help but ask in surprise, his tone full of curiosity as he looked at them.

"How did you get this document, Master?"

Charlie's tone remained as usual as he sat back in his office chair and replied casually.

"Do you think the Muggle Liaison Office is just sitting around doing nothing? In addition to being responsible for dealing with special events involving Muggles, their most fundamental job is to monitor Muggles who are related to wizards, to prevent the magical world from being exposed."

"I see…"

Russell raised his head, a look of understanding appearing in his eyes.

"Then I'll go do it now!"

Without saying anything else, after accepting Charlie's task, Russell clapped his hands gently.

The recruitment notices stacked around him all floated into the air, and then followed behind him, leaving Charlie's office together.

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Today, Little Whinging, the sky was still as it always was. Even though the sun was rising, it was not as bright as one might imagine, only adding a bit of color.

"Dudley, Vernon, come down for breakfast."

From the kitchen of number four, Privet Drive, the house belonging to the Dursley family, Aunt Petunia's voice came out.

At this time, her tone was not as sharp as it had been when she first faced Harry, but much lower than before, with a hint of fatigue and calmness in her voice, as if she had lost her former spirit.

Her voice traveled through the floorboards to the second floor of the house.

Soon, there was movement in Dudley's originally quiet room.

The sturdy wooden bed creaked as if it were bearing enormous pressure as the eleven-year-old boy woke up.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes from the initial haze, skillfully put on his clothes, and then with a flip, accompanied by a muffled "thump," stood on the floor.

Now, Dudley was much fatter than he had been at the beginning of the summer vacation… even from a physical point of view, he was almost approaching his father, Vernon Dursley.

His face still maintained the appearance of a pig's head, and because he had gained a lot of weight, his pig-headed image seemed even more lifelike.

Actually, this wasn't Dudley's fault… because of Charlie's magic, he hadn't left the house for several months, and even such an important event as Eton College had been postponed by his parents with various reasons and excuses to the school, in exchange for a year's leave of absence.

In these few months, Vernon had resigned from his original good job and began to go to various places, trying every possible way to find an antidote to that magical chocolate.

Whether it was wizards, priests, shamans, or even gypsies, with a desperate attitude, as long as the other party had a little fame and claimed to have some magical power, no matter how far away he would drive to invite them to his home to treat his child.

Among these people, there were many wizards or other professionals who did have real skills.

But Charlie was, after all, Charlie… even in the entire British wizarding world, you could count on one hand those who were more skilled magic masters than him.

Not to mention, in the field of Transfiguration spells, which he was most proficient in. How could those second-rate wizards active in the Muggle world have a chance to break his magic?

So, without a doubt, these people all ended up failing in the end.

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But what the Dursleys didn't know was that, from the very beginning, this was really just a simple prank by Charlie. He didn't intend to specifically retaliate against the Dursley family or ruin them.

His idea, as he said, was to simply vent some anger for Harry Potter and give that chubby cousin who always bullied him a little lesson.

Therefore, removing this magic was extremely simple—just eat another Charlie brand hazelnut chocolate.

Considering Dudley's love for chocolate, Charlie expected that it wouldn't take long, probably two or three days, or even half a day at the fastest, for him to return to normal without any other problems.

Therefore, he didn't pay attention to it anymore. Coincidentally, many things happened one after another, so he simply left it behind and forgot all about it…

Unfortunately, what Charlie didn't anticipate was that since the Dursleys, Vernon and Petunia, learned that Charlie's Candies was a wizarding business, they resolutely abandoned all related products in their home and strictly forbade Dudley from eating any Charlie's Candies, whether it was chocolate or gummy candies; all of it was removed from his daily snack list.

Thus, through a series of coincidences, the current situation was formed.

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"What's for breakfast today?!"

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

Dudley swung his thick legs and rushed down the stairs from the second floor to the first floor.

Each step he took caused the ground to tremble slightly, accompanied by the "creak, creak" of the wooden stairs in painful groans, as if they were about to disintegrate on the spot.

"I made you a bacon burger, fries, and a soufflé."

Petunia smiled, looking at her child. Even though he had now become a living "monster," the love in her eyes did not diminish.

"Is there honey on the soufflé?!"

Dudley arrived at the kitchen table. Hearing Petunia's words, his eyes lit up instantly, a happy smile spreading across his face. He licked his lips and eagerly asked.

"Of course."

Petunia said, opening the jar of honey, scooping up a thick spoonful, and pouring it onto the soft soufflé until the honey slowly flowed down, almost filling the entire plate. Only then did she finally stop and place it in front of Dudley.

"Here you go, have a taste."

Dudley was satisfied and didn't say anything else. He sat in his seat and began to wholeheartedly tackle the delicious food in front of him.

"Good morning, dear… …"

Soon after, Vernon also came downstairs, wearing pajamas, his beard and hair somewhat disheveled.

He sniffed the sweet and greasy smell in the air, scratched his stomach, and said slowly.

Having resigned from his company to focus on finding a solution for Dudley's condition, Vernon no longer needed to get up early, get dressed, and prepare for work as he had before.

Instead, he had plenty of time for self-management, and thus gradually became unkempt.

"How is it today?"

Hearing Vernon coming downstairs, Petunia couldn't help but stop what she was doing and asked.

"Are you going out again?"

"Yes."

Vernon nodded, went to the kitchen, made himself a cup of coffee with the coffee machine, and continued slowly.

"I heard that a Taoist priest came to the Chinese community the other day, and I plan to go take a look."

"A Taoist priest?"

A look of surprise appeared on Petunia's face.

"What's that?"

"A follower of a mysterious sect from the ancient East, worshiping ascetics from thousands of years ago, who can exorcise demons and cure diseases."

Vernon turned around and spoke eloquently to Petunia.

Although months of running around had not allowed him to find a way to remove Dudley's magic, he had crammed a lot of knowledge about it.

Whether it was religion, belief, or mythology, from Europe to Africa, he could readily talk about their history and knowledge, looking like a master of the occult… …

"Okay, then you… …"

Petunia's eyelids drooped slightly. Just as she was about to say something, suddenly, a "tap, tap, tap" sound from outside the kitchen window completely interrupted what she was going to say.

Except for Dudley, who was still fighting with the honey soufflé, the Dursleys all subconsciously turned their heads and cast their gazes in the direction of the sound.

Outside the window, a brown-gray owl was standing on the windowsill, its eyes staring straight through the window, looking at the people inside while rhythmically tapping the glass with its curved beak, trying to attract attention.

"Damn it!!!!!"

As if triggered by some hidden memories in her brain, the originally calm Petunia suddenly screamed, her eyebrows raised, her eyes widened, staring fiercely at the little guy outside, her gaze like looking at an enemy.

"Those damn flat-feathered beasts raised by wizards! Stay away from our house!!"

As she screamed, she grabbed a frying spatula from the kitchen counter, preparing to go out and deal with the owl, but Vernon, who was not far from the door, quickly reached out and stopped her.

"Hey, take it easy, Petunia. Owls are sacred in Native American beliefs. They will carve its image into totems to bless their people. If you harm the owl, you will be cursed by the Native American gods… …"

However, Petunia, who was excited, didn't care so much, struggled to break free, and was about to walk towards the door.

"If their gods were really useful, then there wouldn't be boots made of Native American scalps!"

The owl standing on the windowsill did not continue to stay there.

It "cooed" twice. Seeing that the two had noticed it, it spread its wings, fluttered a few times, and flew straight into the sky, heading into the distance.

After Petunia, holding the frying spatula, opened the door outside aggressively, there was only a letter left on the carpet at the door, and there was no sign of the owl.

The sudden anger eased a bit. She lowered her head, looked at the letter lying quietly there, paused for a moment, and then her brows furrowed into a knot.

She naturally knew that this letter was most likely sent by the owl just now.

However, this time, Petunia did not tear it up directly or choose to ignore it, as she had done with Harry's letter of acceptance before.

She fell into some hesitation. After a long time, Petunia finally chose to slowly bend down and pick up the beautifully packaged envelope.

"Vernon… …"

Closing the door again, looking back at her husband behind her, Petunia's heart was complicated.

She didn't say anything more, but raised the envelope in her hand, gesturing to him.

Vernon, holding the steaming cup of coffee, raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything either.

Both of their eyes looked at the letter, and there was a moment of silence between them.

Finally, Vernon spoke first.

"Open it… …see what's inside. Anyway, it can't get any worse, maybe there will be something good?"

He took a sip of the coffee in his cup and said in a self-deprecating tone.

You should know that if it were him in the past, he would never have said such a thing.