Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

Soon, Dudley, who didn't know anything yet, just like usual, after finishing his breakfast, he collapsed into a ball on the sofa.

The originally high-quality sofa was severely dented, and the spring below could be clearly heard as it "squeaked" under strong squeezing, which made one's scalp feel numb for a while...

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On the TV, the BBC TV station was playing a new episode of Mr. Bean. Dudley couldn't help but be fascinated by it, and from time to time he would let out a burst of laughter mixed with a few "hum hum hum" sounds.

Unlike his parents, in the eyes of the heartless Dudley, these past few months can probably be called the happiest days in his history!

There is no need to go to school or leave home. His parents still love him and prepare sumptuous food for him in various ways every day in order to please him.

And all he needs to do is eat, watch TV after eating, and then go to bed. Apart from that, there is nothing else... This is simply a fairy-like day!

Except for the big change in his face - he is no longer as handsome as before.

But what does that matter? No one would see him like this anyway. He looked in the mirror and got used to it, so he didn't feel how scary it was.

Besides, Dudley accidentally heard a story told by an Asian boy in his class before, which told the story of a monk who took three disciples and became gods...

Although he couldn't remember what the name of the story was, he could still vaguely remember clearly that one of the three apprentices of the monk in this story was just like him now, with a pig head.

Since he can become a god, maybe he can become a god too?

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Dudley was so engrossed that he didn't notice at all that his father had already put on a formal suit that he hadn't worn for a long time, carrying his briefcase, and came to the door with his mother.

"I haven't worn it for a long time...this dress seems a lot too small."

Dursley lowered his head and looked at his bulging belly, which was holding up his suit in an obvious and exaggerated arc. Even the buttons on it were almost unable to hold up the posture. He couldn't help but muttered a few words.

Petunia's eyes were so gentle that they seemed to be watering, and she did not hide the love in them at all.

After listening to her husband's words, she paused and frowned slightly, feeling a little embarrassed. She hesitated for a moment before asking.

"How about we buy some suitable clothes first? Anyway, there is still some time before the deadline written on the recruitment notice..."

However, Dursley shook his head, picked up the hat hanging on the hanger at the door, put it on his head, and said in a deep voice

"No, let's go earlier!"

After saying that, he turned around and resolutely twisted the handle of the outer door of the house. As the door was slowly opened by Dursley, he took a big step and headed straight towards his yellow car parked outside the door.

The car goes away.

After getting into the car, inserting the key and starting the ignition, after a series of skilled procedures, Dursley took one last look at his wife who was standing in front of the door looking at him, waved his hand, and there was a soft smile under his thick beard.

smile.

Then, with the roar of the car engine, Dursley finally left.

With mixed feelings, I started my journey towards the address marked on the recruitment notice...

He skillfully controlled the steering wheel with one hand, and with some effort, the other hand took out the folded recruitment notice from his suit pocket, shook it hard, opened it, and glanced at the address on it again.

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"London's Westminster district, Charing Cross Road...the Leaky Cauldron?"

Dursley raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but continue muttering to himself, "What a strange name, but it fits the characteristics of wizard names."

After saying that, he seemed to have inexplicably thought of some old jokes that were not funny a long time ago in his mind. Dursley grinned and exhaled a deep breath, and the original complicated feeling in his heart was inexplicably relieved.

a bit.

"Just accept it, Vernon."

He turned his head and moved his eyes back to the asphalt road in front of him. As he spoke, he slowly pressed down on the accelerator with his right foot.

"Sometimes things are like this. Living in this world is always unsatisfactory. If you don't hate something, you can really stay away from it...Besides, who knows if it will be really bad? Maybe it will get there.

, they can even buy you dental insurance?”

The needle on the car's speedometer began to tremble slightly and move upward as the accelerator was stepped on. The "rumble" sound became louder and louder, and a faint pushing feeling came from the car.

Then he led the whole car, twisting and turning through the not-so-crowded traffic, following the occasional signs on the road, and sped towards the West End of London.

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Dursley did not lie to Petunia. At least in terms of distance, the distance between Surrey and London is indeed not far. Normally, it is only about an hour's journey. And Dursley deliberately speeded up the journey.

After his own speed, this time was shortened again.

So soon, the car came to an abrupt stop beside the road sign that said Charing Cross Road.

With a "click", he turned off the engine, opened the door, and got out of the car. When he got out of the car, he didn't forget to take the recruitment notice from the passenger seat.

Then, standing in this beautiful city that he had never been in contact with before, Dursley licked his lips and couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

London is obviously less than fifty miles away from Little Whing, but in terms of environment, it is a completely different landscape.

Compared with the freshness and elegance of Little Whinging, even the air has a warm tone that is not very fast-paced. Everything in London reveals the atmosphere of the new era.

In this city, which is the most prosperous city in the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, you can even feel a subtle collision between the old and the new when you stand in it.

The tall buildings rising from the ground echo the calm Buckingham Palace.

The bells of the Elizabeth Tower located on the banks of the Thames and the disco music that comes from time to time in Leicester Square present a horn-like situation...

Except for the gloomy sky, which could make Dursley feel a bit comforted, everything around him made this middle-aged man from a "little place" feel anxious.

He turned his head and looked around, his eyes sweeping over the handsome men and women with smiling faces, or the elegant old-school gentlemen holding newspapers in their hands.

Then I subconsciously looked at the brown suit I was wearing that I bought some years ago, and I couldn't help feeling a little regretful...

If I had known earlier, I should have listened to Penny's advice... to buy some more suitable clothes, which would at least make me look more presentable.

But it's a pity, after all, we have already reached this point, and it is obviously of no use to say anything else.

As a result, Dursley had no choice but to take a deep breath and tuck his protruding belly inward to prevent the embarrassing incident of popping out his button.

Then I started to simply sort out the folds on my clothes, from the hem of the suit to the tie.

He turned around and took a look at the car window. After confirming that everything was correct, he finally nodded twice with satisfaction and began to search for his destination along Charing Cross Road - the Leaky Cauldron.

I walked around and around Charles Cross Road, thinking about how to introduce myself to the interviewer so that I could look fresh and refined and distinguish myself from the ordinary people outside, while looking for the so-called Leaky Cauldron Bar.

However, Dursley soon encountered a new problem - he walked back and forth along Charing Cross Road for about thirty minutes, searching all the way, but he didn't see any sign with "The Leaky Cauldron" written on it.

Signage.

"What's going on? Did I see it wrong?"

He finally had to stop and took out the recruitment notice again. His brows furrowed a bit, and while muttering to himself, he looked at the address above carefully again.

"That's right, it's just..."

Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly.

I saw that below the address written in the recruitment notice, the original portrait of the elf taking off his hat to express thanks had now changed into a different image.

He put the hat back on his head, faced forward, and gave Dursley a funny and friendly smile, while slowly raising his hand and pointing in a direction without putting it down.

"Huh?" Dursley narrowed his eyes, then turned around tentatively and looked at the elf again.

Sure enough, as Dursley turned around, the elf also turned around, his raised arm circled a half arc, still pointing to the same position just now.

He raised his head and looked in the direction pointed by the elf.

It was a brick wall located between a luxury store and a French restaurant. The wall was covered with a layer of red ivy, and it didn't look anything special at all.

With some suspicion, Dursley walked slowly over and stopped about one meter in front of the wall.

"are you sure?"

He raised his head and looked around. Seeing that no one noticed his behavior, he quickly lowered his head and asked in a low voice.

The elf's smile became even wider, and he nodded hurriedly, as if answering Dursley's question.

Immediately afterwards, under the portrait of the elf, a line of words appeared. The message above was very brief, with only two words forming "rush out"

"Gudong" Dursley was stunned for a moment, then his Adam's apple moved twice and he swallowed.

He raised his hand and patted the wall hard. The hard wall immediately reacted the force back to his hand, causing the fat palm to hurt. You can be sure that this was not an illusion, but a real thing.

a wall...

"Are you sure?" He widened his eyes, looked at his somewhat red palms, and asked again in disbelief.

The elf's answer to him was still rush out, but this time the font was several times bolder than before.

"It's really crazy..." Dursley's lips trembled twice and he gasped, the disbelief in his tone getting stronger.

"How could I really believe a ridiculous wizard's trick and drive all this time to hit a wall?"

But after saying that, he did not leave, but could not stop his eyes wandering between the wall and the recruitment notice.

It took about five or six minutes of long inner struggle... It wasn't until someone on the street noticed Dursley's strange behavior and began to wonder if the fat man was peeing when he silently lowered his head to the wall that he finally

Made up my mind.

"I think this may be the stupidest decision I have ever made...but! This is for my son!"

Dursley slowly took a few steps back and stopped after about another five or six meters.

"Dudley!!!!"

Suddenly, the original calm on the street was broken by an impassioned roar.

Everyone subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a fat man in a suit, lowering his head, closing his eyes, and galloping towards the wall at lightning speed.

While running, he let out a heroic roar like a hero.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!! Daddy loves you!!!"

"Peng!" sounded, and before any passers-by could realize what had happened, the fat man had already disappeared. The moment his head was about to hit the hard wall, he disappeared from the spot.

The people on the street were so frightened by the scene in front of them that they didn't say anything for a while, but suddenly, they all froze in unison. After a trace of confusion flashed in their eyes, they turned around and returned their attention to their original focus.

As for the things to do, stop paying attention to the ordinary wall and the disappeared Dursley, as if nothing had happened.

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Today, the Leaky Cauldron is a bit more noisy and lively than before.

In the noisy and chaotic crowd, there were not only wizards and wizards wearing stained robes, but also many Muggles, like Dursley, wearing suits.

At this moment, those Muggles also gave up their restraints in the original society, picked up the wine glasses in their hands, imitated the appearance of the wizards around them, drank happily, and joined together in this wonderful carnival that had never been seen before.

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Here, fueled by alcohol and atmosphere, everyone seems to have become friends, without the sensationalism of many comments.

Muggles and wizards were holding hands, leaning on each other's shoulders, sipping the wine in large sips, chatting about their experiences, or boasting, as if they were good brothers who had known each other for many years.

"Your clothes are nice! I have never seen this material before. Is it made by a Muggle tailor?"

"Dunhill is very expensive! I knew I was going to come for an interview today, so I wore this outfit specially!"

"Hahahahahaha...it's interesting, come and have a drink!"

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