Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

The news that Charlie Factory was recruiting Muggles and squibs was like a stone that broke the calm surface of the river. The ripples spread outward in circles. Later, although it was not as exciting as it was at the beginning, it was still the same.

This caused the entire magical world to fluctuate...

Russell returned to the factory, brought two full stacks of recruitment notices that were taller than him, came to Charlie's office, and delivered them to his master.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Charlie smiled and nodded, then picked up one and looked at it slowly.

The quality of the job posting is very good, and everything is exactly what Charlie requested from the beginning.

In addition, Gu Fei also used a few small magic tricks on the original recruitment notice... to fill it with a flavor unique to the wizarding world.

"Well done."

Charlie raised his eyebrows and praised with a smile, but he had already begun to wonder in his heart, if something like this happened again next time, he could ask the Daily Prophet to help him.

After all, although the elves are obedient and extremely efficient, you have to admit that their aesthetics and human aesthetics are simply incompatible in some aspects.

Often a few elves rack their brains all night to come up with candy packaging, or promotional posters, but in my eyes they are filled with words that are hard to describe.

Ever since Fudo said the slogan "It's so delicious that I want to be quartered by five horses", he has never let them continue to deal with this type of incident. As long as it involves publicity or design issues, all

It was this factory director Charlie who did it himself...

While thinking about it, Charlie pulled out a bound document from the neatly stacked papers next to his desk and delivered it to Russell's hands.

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

"Think of a way to send these recruitment notices to every Muggle up here."

Russell raised his head, quickly took the document with both hands, turned to the first page, opened his eyes wide and began to carefully examine the rows of names and detailed addresses that were densely arranged on it.

"Are these all?" Russell couldn't help being surprised as he looked at it, and asked in a curious tone.

"Master, how come you have this file?"

Charlie's tone remained as usual, he sat back on his office chair and answered casually.

"Do you think the Muggle Issues Mediation Committee is just doing nothing? In addition to responding to special incidents involving Muggles, their most important job is to supervise Muggles who are related to wizards to prevent the magic world from being exposed.

.”

"That's it..."

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

"Then I'll do it!"

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

All the recruitment notices piled up around him floated into the air, and then they followed it and left Charlie's office together.

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Today, in Xiao Hui Jin District, the sky is still the same as before. The sun is rising, but it is still not as bright as imagined, just a little more radiant.

"Dudley baby, Vernon, come down for dinner."

At No. 4 Privet Drive, the house that belonged to the Dursleys, Aunt Petunia's voice came from the kitchen.

At this time, her tone was far less sharp than when she first faced Harry. It was much lower than before. There was a hint of fatigue and calmness in her voice, and she seemed to have lost her former charm.

As her voice passed through the floor, she reached the second floor of the house.

Soon, Dudley's originally quiet room began to stir.

The sturdy wooden bed began to creak as the eleven-year-old boy woke up, as if he was under some great pressure.

He rubbed his groggy eyes from the initial haze, put on his clothes skillfully, and then turned over, with a muffled "plop" sound, and stood on the floor.

Today, Dudley is much fatter than he was during the summer vacation... Even from a physical point of view, he is almost close to his father Vernon Dursley.

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

In fact, this is not Dudley's fault... Due to Charlie's magic, he has not left the house for several months. Even important events such as Eton College were blocked by his parents and the school for various reasons.

I gave up and took a year off from school.

In the past few months, Vernon quit his great job and began to travel to various places, trying every means to find the antidote to the magic chocolate.

Whether it is a wizard, a priest, a priest, or even a gypsy, with the attitude of seeking medical treatment for long-term illnesses, as long as the other party has a little reputation and claims to have some kind of magical power, he will drive there no matter how far away, specially

Invite him to his home to heal his children.

Among these people, there are not many wizards or other professions with real qualifications.

But Charlie is Charlie after all... Even in the entire British wizarding world, if you want to find a more superb magic master than him, there are only a handful of them.

Not to mention, in the field of transformation spells, which he is best at. How could those second-rate wizards active in the Muggle world have a chance to crack his magic?

So there is no doubt that these people will all end in failure in the end.

………………………………

But what Dursley didn't know was that from the very beginning, this was really just a simple prank by Charlie. He didn't want to take revenge on the Dursleys or cause them to go bankrupt.

His idea, just as he said, was to give Harry Potter a brief sigh of relief and teach the fat little cousin who had been bullying him a little lesson.

Therefore, it is extremely simple to break the magic - just eat another piece of Charlie's hazelnut chocolate.

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

Therefore, he no longer paid attention to these things. It happened that many things happened one after another, so he completely forgot about them...

Unfortunately, what Charlie didn't expect was that since Dursley and Petunia learned that Charlie's candy was owned by a wizard merchant, they chose to resolutely abandon all related products at home and strictly prohibited Dabu from eating it again. Any candy from Charlie's brand, whether chocolate or jelly beans, was removed from his daily snack list.

In this way, due to various coincidences, the current situation was formed.

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"What's for breakfast today?!"

"Plop!"

"Plop!"

Dudley threw off his two thick thighs and rushed down the stairs from the second floor to the first floor.

Every step he took made the ground tremble faintly, accompanied by the painful groan of the wooden staircase, as if it would disintegrate on the spot in the next second.

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

Penny smiled and looked at her child. Even though the other person had turned into a "monster" alive, the love in her eyes did not disappear at all.

"Did you pour honey on the soufflé?"

Dudley came to the kitchen table. After listening to Petunia's words, his eyes suddenly lit up. A happy smile appeared on his face. He licked his lips and continued to ask eagerly.

"certainly."

As Petunia spoke, she opened the jar containing honey, scooped up a thick spoonful, and poured it on the soft soufflé. Until the honey slowly dripped down freely, almost filling the entire dinner plate, she finally He stopped, picked it up, and placed it in front of Dabu.

"Come on, have a taste."

Dabu was satisfied and didn't say anything else. He sat in his seat and began to concentrate on the delicious food in front of him.

"Good morning darling……"

Not long after, Vernon also came downstairs, wearing a pajamas, his beard and hair a little sloppy.

He rubbed his nose to smell the sweet and oily smell in the air, scratched his belly, and said unhurriedly.

Since he had resigned from the company and was concentrating on finding a way to deal with Dabu's situation, Vernon no longer had to get up early to tidy up and put on formal clothes to get ready for work as before.

Instead, I had a lot of time to manage myself, so I gradually started to become unkempt.

"How was your day?"

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

"Are you going out again?"

"Um."

Vernon nodded, came to the kitchen, used the coffee machine to make himself a cup of coffee, and continued unhurriedly.

"A few days ago, the Chinese community over there heard that a Taoist priest had come, and I planned to go and have a look."

"Taoist priest?"

A surprised look appeared on Penny's face.

"What is that?"

"Believers of a mysterious sect from the ancient East believe that those who ascended thousands of years ago can exorcise demons and cure diseases."

Vernon turned to Petunia and started talking.

Although he had not been able to find any way to dispel Dudley's magic after months of running around, he had gained a lot of knowledge in this area.

Whether it is religion, belief, or myths and legends, he can easily talk about their history and knowledge from Europe to Africa. He looks like a master of mysticism...

"Okay, then you..."

Penny's eyelids drooped a bit, and just when she was about to continue saying something, suddenly, there was a "ta-ta-ta-ta" tapping sound outside the kitchen window, which completely interrupted what she was about to say.

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

I saw, outside the window, a brown-gray owl standing on the windowsill, looking straight in through the window, watching the people in the house while rhythmically using its curved beak.

He banged on the glass, trying to attract attention.

“Damn!!!!”

As if being triggered by some unbearable memories hidden in her brain, Penny, who was still calm, suddenly screamed, her brows raised, her eyes widened, and she stared fiercely at the little guy outside, her eyes seemed to be

Look at an enemy.

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

Just when she screamed and picked up a frying spatula from the kitchen counter, ready to go out to deal with the owl, Dursley, who was not far from the door, quickly reached out to stop her.

"Hey, don't worry, Penny. The owl is sacred in the Indian beliefs. They will carve its image into a totem to protect the tribe. If you hurt the owl, you will be cursed by the Indian gods...

"

However, Petunia, who was so excited, didn't care about so many things. She struggled and walked towards the door.

"If their gods were really useful, they wouldn't have boots made from Indian scalps!"

The owl standing on the windowsill did not stay there any longer.

It called out "cuckoo" twice, and after seeing the two people noticing it, it spread its wings, flapped a few times, and flew straight into the sky, heading into the distance.

When Penny took the frying shovel and opened the door aggressively, there was only another letter left on the carpet at the door, and there was no sign of any owl anymore.

The sudden anger relieved a little. She lowered her head and looked at the letter lying there calmly. She paused for a moment, and then her brows formed into a knot.

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

However, this time, Petunia did not directly tear it into pieces or choose to ignore it like she did when she faced Harry's admission notice before.

She fell into some kind of hesitation. After a long time, Penny finally chose to slowly bend down and pick up the beautifully wrapped envelope.

"Vernon..."

Closing the door again and looking back at her husband behind her, Penny felt complicated in her heart.

She did not continue to say anything, but raised the envelope in her hand and gestured to the other party.

Vernon took the brewed, steaming coffee and raised his eyebrows, but also said nothing.

The two people all looked at the letter, and there was a moment of silence between them.

Finally, it was Vernon who spoke first.

"Open it... and see what's inside. It can't get any worse anyway, maybe something good will happen?"

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

You know, if it was him before, he would never say such a thing anyway.