Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

Having said this, perhaps fueled by her raging anger, she actually steadied herself on the chair and stood up shakily again. She walked up to Harry and, with her sharp fingertip, poked him in the chest, word by word, saying,

“You’re just like your loathsome mother!!! Just as disgusting! Just as ungrateful! Just as… damned!”

Aunt Petunia’s knuckles were stretched taut as she poked him repeatedly, pushing him from Dudley’s room all the way into the hallway.

However, upon hearing her last words, Harry, who had remained silent, finally raised his head, his pupils shrinking. He stared directly at the ugly woman before him.

Seemingly startled by Harry’s sudden gaze, Petunia’s scolding faltered, but in the next second, her anger surged up uncontrollably, even more intense than before.

“What!? What do you want!? Want to say something for your damned mother?! It’s because of her!! That's why I'm so miserable! It's because of her! That’s why I have to take care of you, you little beast! She deserved to die!”

“I won’t allow you to say that about my mother!!!!!!”

At this moment, Harry, who had suppressed himself for so many years, finally erupted. The anger he had accumulated in his heart burst forth like a dam breaking.

On his forehead, the lightning-shaped scar hidden beneath his messy bangs suddenly faintly glowed. ♦ ♦     ♦ ♦

“What do you want to do!?”

Behind him, seeing that the situation might be getting out of control, Dursley didn’t waste any words. His thick hands were about to grab Harry’s shoulders, just like before, to lift him up again.

However, this time, an accident suddenly occurred.

The moment his hand touched Harry, an extremely powerful repulsive force burst out from the point of contact, sending the entire 180+ kilogram Dursley flying out, drawing a high arc in the air, and finally crashing heavily onto the floor with a “thump!”

The entire house seemed to shake three times with Dursley’s fall, as if a small earthquake had occurred.

All sound stopped at that moment. Even Dudley, who was still sobbing, was put on mute at this time. He hugged his blanket, trembled, and cowered at the foot of the bed, staring wide-eyed in fear at this cousin he used to bully at will, his eyes as if looking at a monster.

Aunt Petunia’s voice also stopped abruptly. She looked at her husband, who had flown out and fallen to the ground, and instantly lost her fire. Her face turned ashen again, and she staggered back to her seat in a daze.

The entire room returned to silence, the only sound that could be heard was Harry’s angry panting.

He didn’t know what had happened, only that at this moment, on his forehead, the scar that Charlie had touched was, once again, faintly hot, just like when he touched it himself.

He subconsciously reached out again to touch the scar, but this time, the strange burning sensation became particularly obvious, no longer just the illusion he had imagined, but something real.

At this moment, the restriction that Charlie had initially left on his forehead finally took effect.

Dursley stood up in a disheveled manner, but this time, he didn’t do anything else. Instead, he panted heavily, bypassed Harry, who was standing in the center of the room, and resolutely stood in front of his son and wife.

“What… what do you want to do?!”

Whether it was because of fear or the pain after the fall, or perhaps both.

In any case, at this time, Dursley, the enraged hippopotamus, seemed to have regained his senses. The redness on his face also faded.

He tried to put on a tough act as before, but there was a faint tremor in his voice.

Harry didn’t answer him, just continued to pant heavily.

He lowered his head, looking at his tightly clenched fist. At this moment, it seemed to be covered by a strange power. Although he couldn’t see it, it gave him a real sense of security.

Harry looked at his fist, then looked at the Dursleys huddled together, feeling somewhat dazed.

He realized that perhaps at this moment, their roles had finally undergone a miraculous change…

“I…”

Harry began to speak…

He frowned, looking at the Dursley family before him.

Just as the Dursley family of three couldn’t help but tremble, thinking that Harry was about to do something, he suddenly lowered his fist.

“I’m going back…”

Harry only left a response that was too short to be any shorter. Then, he turned around and hurriedly left the room, silently walking back to his cupboard and closing the door again.

Curled up in the cupboard, Harry didn’t sleep. Instead, he opened his eyes wide, staring at the wall of the cupboard, his heart pounding fiercely.

After a long while, he slowly reached out his hand again, lifted his bangs, and touched the scar on his forehead.

But this time, the originally burning scar had returned to its original state, without the slightest feeling like before.

… … … … … …

“Dear, are you alright?”

After Harry left, the three who had been huddled together finally reacted.

Petunia looked at Dursley with some worry, reached out to wipe away the dense beads of sweat on his forehead, and couldn’t help but ask.

“Huff… huff… huff…”

Dursley lost his strength with a “thump” and sat back down on the ground.

He panted heavily, his heart also pounding non-stop.

“I think I twisted my waist… I seemed to have been hit by something when I fell out just now. What exactly happened? Did you see it? Did he throw me out?”

“No, Dad. You touched him yourself, and then you just flew out…”

Dudley also recovered a little at this moment. He made a sound or two and muttered, as if that scene was still replaying before his eyes.

“That little bastard…” A look of resentment appeared in the aunt’s eyes again.

But this time, besides resentment, there was also an unspeakable fear.

“He’s just like his mother… a damned…”

Speaking of this, Petunia’s mouth twisted hideously, as if she had used all her strength to finally utter those two words that she had hated for a lifetime:

“Wizard…”

“Wizard?” Dursley frowned, turning his head to look at his wife.

He had never heard his wife mention anything about wizards…

But although he was fat, he wasn’t a complete idiot.

Based on his son’s face at this moment, and the unbelievable situation just now, he couldn’t help but think of something.

“What should we do?”

That night, Uncle and Aunt Dursley had a sleepless discussion about this issue in Dudley’s room.