Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

Just as Charlie was staring out the window, lost in thought and with his mind in turmoil, the commotion from the house across the street suddenly drew his attention back.

The door slowly opened, and a bloated, obese middle-aged man with a walrus mustache walked out with a smile. If he wasn't mistaken, this was Harry Potter's uncle.

He squinted his eyes, leisurely lit a cigarette, and brought it to his mouth, taking a deep drag.

"That guy is as fat as a pig..."

Russell also turned his attention to this side at this moment. He craned his neck, leaned over, and commented sincerely with wide eyes.

"That's because you haven't seen his son yet."

Charlie didn't think much of it, his eyelids drooped, and he replied casually.

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The bloated fat man enjoyed the pleasure brought by the tobacco while occasionally looking towards the end of the street, as if waiting for someone.

Finally, before long, at the bend at the end of the street, a smartly dressed, greasy-faced little boy ran out with a schoolbag on his back.

"Good heavens, my master Charlie!"

Russell had obviously noticed and couldn't help but exclaim.

"How old is this kid? Russell swears, he's only one apple away from being a freshly roasted piglet."

It must be said that Russell has a unique talent for amusing Charlie.

Charlie's lips curled up, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Russell, but he didn't deny anything.

Almost the instant he saw this little piglet... little boy, the bloated middle-aged man's eyes lit up instantly. Even across the street, Charlie could see the uncontrollable joy on his loose, drooping face.

He casually threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out, then took three steps in two towards the direction the boy was coming from, took the boy's schoolbag from his shoulder, and walked towards the house together, chatting and laughing.

If Charlie didn't know something, he probably couldn't help but sigh, what a harmonious and loving family.

"Bang."

As the two walked in, the door of the house closed again, and everything returned to peace...

"Master Charlie, are you here for this Muggle family?"

"Of course not."

Charlie waited patiently for a while at the end of the street where the little piglet had come from.

Seeing that the target he had been waiting for had not appeared, he finally couldn't sit still.

"Let's go, we're going down."

With that, Charlie opened the car door and stood firmly on the ground again.

First, he stretched lazily, then he turned his head and looked at Russell, who carefully got out of the car, and suddenly thought of something.

"I almost forgot... there are no house elves in the Muggle world."

Charlie unhurriedly opened his coat, and as he spoke, he took out a wand about twelve inches long from the inner pocket of his coat.

"Transfiguration!"

Charlie elegantly picked up the wand, and with the spell in his mouth, the gradually lit tip casually drew a few arcs in the air, and then pointed at Russell from a distance.

There was a "whoosh" sound...

The light of the wand fell on Russell, and in less than a moment, the light enveloped Russell. When the light dissipated, he changed from a hunched house elf of about four feet to a young butler in his twenties.

Thanks to Charlie's extraordinary talent for controlling magic, such transfiguration was as easy as eating and drinking for him.

"Let's go."

Charlie nodded, looking critically up and down. It seemed that he was still satisfied with his Transfiguration Charm.

In this way, he followed the road the little piglet had taken back, leisurely taking the human-transformed Russell to start searching for the long-awaited teenager.

.........

"Today is the same as usual..."

Harry couldn't help thinking, then raised his head and couldn't help looking at the sky above.

The sky is always gray, as if covered with a layer of fog that will never dissipate. It was like Harry's mood at the moment, extremely depressed.

He's in the trash can now... to be precise, he's stuck in the trash can.

The whole person was as if he was a folding chair, stuffed in by Dudley and his friends. Counting the time, it had been about fifteen minutes.

His butt was numb... Harry pursed his lips and couldn't help thinking.

He started trying his best to reach for his butt, but after trying hard, he chose to give up.

Then he couldn't help but take a deep breath and slowly exhale it.

To be honest, he was already used to this feeling. Dudley had done the trick of stuffing him in the trash can at least five or six times.

Without exception, every time he had to wait for the sanitation workers to find him before he could be rescued.

I don't know when the sanitation worker will come this time... if he comes late, I'm afraid I'll go hungry again.

Harry didn't think his dear aunt and uncle would leave him any food.

In fact, going hungry was commonplace for him, skipping a meal from time to time. If he was unlucky and annoyed them, it wouldn't be unusual to have no food for three or four days.

"Okay... I still have some of the cookies Dudley threw away last time, just enough to eat today."

Since things were already like this, Harry stopped struggling. Instead of being depressed for nothing, it was better to take this opportunity to clear his mind.

It would also allow him to become a better invisible person after returning to that place.

"Hey, young man, need some help? ?"

Just as Harry slowly closed his eyes, waiting for the sanitation worker to arrive, a sudden voice from not far away pulled him back to reality from his emptiness.

So fast? Has the sanitation worker's garbage collection time been adjusted today?

Hearing the voice, Harry was surprised for a moment, and then quickly cheered up, trying to stretch his hand out of the trash can, waving and responding.

"I'm here, sir! ! Thank you, please pull me out!"

Looking at the small hand constantly waving in the stinky trash can in the corner.

Russell frowned.

"Master Charlie can't touch such dirty things, let Russell do it!"

As he spoke, he was about to walk towards the trash can.

However, just as he raised his foot, before he could walk out, he saw Charlie stretch out a hand to block him.

"It's okay, let me do it."

Russell raised his head in surprise, looking at his master in disbelief.

He knew that Charlie had a slight cleanliness obsession. Even his office was cleaned by Russell himself every day, and he would never hand it over to other house elves, for fear that they would be careless and not clean it thoroughly.

But at this moment, Master Charlie was actually willing to come to such a dirty place, and even personally pulled a dirty little kid out of the trash can.

The expression on Russell's face began to become strange... What's going on? Could it be that Master Charlie has some illegitimate child outside!?