Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

The conversation between the two didn't waste much time. Even including the time it took Charlie to finish his cup of coffee, it only lasted ten minutes.

After explaining the outcome to Peng Peng, Charlie even chatted with him for a while before asking him to leave.

Soon, when Peng Peng slowly walked out of Charlie's office, the expression on his face was obviously much more relaxed than when he entered before.

With the sound of "Peng", the heavy wooden door behind him automatically closed again without wind. He also exhaled a breath of turbid air sincerely, and his eyes flashed brightly.

In fact, before coming here, Peng Peng was under great pressure. He was fully prepared to be expelled from the Charlie Candy Factory by Mr. Black.

In fact, Peng Peng has already made a plan in his heart. If Mr. Black is really determined to drive him away, then he will make an end in his own room!

For no other reason than to be able to stay here forever and welcome the arrival of the so-called "liberation" on that day with the like-minded elves around me.

Unexpectedly, Charlie was unexpectedly not as angry as Peng Peng imagined. He just gave him a few simple lessons and removed him from the position of supervisor. There was no other punishment and the matter was dismissed lightly.

It's been revealed.

After feeling overjoyed for a while, I couldn't help but feel a little moved in my heart.

In fact, Peng Peng didn't attach too much importance to the so-called supervisor position, because he knew that with his skills, as long as he worked hard on the assembly line, it wouldn't be long before Mr. Black would hand over that position to him again.

On hand.

And in the office, the sentence: "Why do I want you to die? If you know the entire factory, there is no way to recruit a second elf like you who can make alchemical items..." is undoubtedly a hint.

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After thinking about it, just when Peng Peng thought everything was fine and was about to walk back to his room to face a new day of work, a sudden voice behind him stopped his movements abruptly.

"Peng Peng...why did Mr. Black call you in just now? Are you interested in telling the old man about me?"

The voice was filled with an air of age, like an old bellows, and while speaking, you could also hear a faint gasp of breathlessness...

However, just such a voice, like the King of Hell demanding life, directly caused Peng Peng's goose bumps to crawl all over his body in an instant.

The foot that had just been lifted also stopped in mid-air. It didn't move out for a moment, nor did it move back.

His neck turned stiffly like a rusty machine, and he looked back bit by bit with his head.

Sure enough... not far behind him, Dulu's old figure, supporting his crutches, suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Further back, Russell was like a little follower, following Dulu honestly two steps behind. Seeing Peng Peng's gaze, he looked away with a guilty conscience, not daring to have any more contact with him.

The exchange of eyes seemed to be afraid of being implicated...

"Grandpa Duru...what a coincidence."

His mood changed several times like a roller coaster, and Peng Peng's relaxed expression became twitching again. He reluctantly made a smile that was uglier than crying, and responded...

"Well, it's quite a coincidence."

Dulu nodded with a smile, expressing his agreement. His wrinkled face was full of kindness. It is easy for people to have the illusion that Dulu is really like a kind old man at home.

The descendants are full of kindness...

"Come on." Suddenly, Dulu raised his hand and waved gently to Peng Peng.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, come here and let grandpa miss you..."

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The next day, it was getting dark and the sun had just peeked halfway out of the horizon.

The Dursley family, located on Privet Drive in Little Whinging, had already gotten up early and started preparing breakfast for the new day.

In the kitchen, Penny was standing in front of the kitchen counter as usual, humming a sweet tune while frying bacon and poached eggs.

Vernon Dursley, on the other hand, was sitting at the dining table, enjoying his coffee and reading the newspaper in his hand carefully.

However, the only difference compared to the past is that the newspaper in his hand has successfully changed from "The Times" to "The Daily Prophet"...

Dursley habitually shook the newspaper, causing it to make a "clatter" sound as the paper rubbed against the paper. He couldn't help complaining to his wife beside him.

"Do you know? The Prime Minister of the British Wizarding World, Cornelius Fudge."

The movements in Penny's hands paused for a moment, then she nodded and responded casually.

"Well... you told me once a few days ago. What's the matter, dear?"

"He's such a fool!"

Dursley blew his thick beard angrily, and as he spoke, he turned another page of the newspaper...

"I really don't know what those wizards are thinking... Even such an idiot can hold such a high position! If it were me, I could definitely do better than him."

After saying that, he simply put the newspaper aside, no longer paying attention to the little figure beating on it, then stood up and walked to Penny's side.

"At the very least, I won't let a newspaper be full of reports praising myself!"

Listening to her husband's words, Penny rolled her eyes helplessly.

She gently shook the pan in her hand, and used a spatula to turn over the fried eggs and bacon.

Suddenly, the fat dripping into the pot made a crackling sound, and the rich aroma spread freely, filling the entire kitchen. Dursley couldn't help but lick his lips and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

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"Dear... I feel like you are becoming more and more obsessed with things about those nasty wizards and the so-called wizarding world."

While focusing on the situation in the pot, without moving her head, Penny said suddenly.

"You've only been working there for a few months... but you look like a completely different person now than you did before. Even the things you brought to Dudley after you returned home were all magic-related gadgets...

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"I..." Dursley looked away from the pot and looked at his wife. He couldn't help but be startled. He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Indeed, just like Petunia said... After working in Charlie's Candy Factory, Dursley fell in love with that place little by little.

Whether it's a relaxing environment, a simple job, generous remuneration, or friends who drink with him... they all make him obsessed.

But in fact, in his heart, Dursley did not feel that there was anything wrong with this behavior at all... because in his opinion, such a working environment and experience, no matter who he was, was irresistible.

Because in a noisy and busy city, being able to have such a job in the wizarding world, which is neither involution nor so-called workplace intrigue and PUA, is undoubtedly a kind of paradise for anyone who has been baptized by Muggle society.

!

Even, they will prepare afternoon tea for all employees on time around two o'clock every afternoon!!

But Penny hadn't finished her words yet... She turned off the burning gas stove with a click, and the whole kitchen suddenly became quiet.

After two seconds of silence, Penny turned her head, looked at her husband with a blank and complicated look, and asked word by word

"Do you still remember...what was the purpose of entering the factory run by Charlie Black in the first place?"

As soon as these words came out, Dursley's whole body seemed to be trembling. His eyes suddenly squeezed away the fat around them and opened wide. His volume unconsciously increased a bit.

retorted loudly

"Of course I remember, it's for Dudley!"

After saying this, looking at Penny's still unmoving gaze, he seemed to feel guilty again, lowered his tone again, and explained in a low voice

"I have been trying to find a way to lift Dudley's curse. Not only in the factory, even if I leave the factory and go to Diagon Alley, I will find opportunities from time to time to ask the wizards around me... even if there is no one

I know what to do and I never give up."

After saying that, Vernon took two steps forward, raised a pair of thick arms, and pulled Petunia into his arms.

Taking a deep breath, he said sincerely

"Please believe me, Petunia. Even if I have changed a little, I am still your husband and Dudley's father... My love for you is the most important part of my heart, at least this point

, will never change.”

Penny's eyes were also full of tears. She put her head on her husband's broad chest as before, feeling the incomparable reliability and security coming from him, and stretched out her hands to hug her as well.

He stopped the other person and nodded silently.

The two of them hugged each other in the kitchen for a long time, and their hearts, which had become distraught or uneasy due to many things, returned to peace again.

After a long time, Penny raised her head and said softly, "But... dear, please hurry up, please?"

"It won't be long before Christmas, and our relatives and friends will all come over. By then, if Dudley is still a pig, then..."

Petunia didn't finish her sentence, but Dursley undoubtedly understood what she meant.

He hugged the other party's arm tightly, then nodded heavily, secretly making up his mind, and even his eyes became firm.

"Don't worry! My dear, believe me, it won't take long before I will definitely make our child healthy and happy again..."

"Actually, I'm quite happy now..."

At the door, Dudley, who had woken up at some point, subconsciously snorted twice, then patted his fat belly, interrupting the conversation between the two.

"Hurry up...what do I want to eat today? Mom, have you made egg tarts?"

"Oh my God, I'm sorry son, I forgot..."

"What!? How could you lie to me!!!! You clearly promised that you would make egg tarts for me to eat today!!"

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After a traditional noisy breakfast every day, Dursley came to the fireplace and skillfully grabbed a handful of floo powder from the side.

With a cry of "Candy Factory!", he threw the floo powder to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the majestic flames burned fiercely, wrapping around his huge body, and disappeared without a trace within a few seconds.

"Wow... cool."

Standing not far away, Dudley blinked and looked at his father's gracefully leaving figure with some envy, and couldn't help but exclaimed

"Mom! When can I be like my dad!?"

"Don't think about it! My dear child, it will never be possible."

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After arriving at the factory, Dursley first smiled and said hello to his friends who arrived with him, and then each went to his or her own work station, waiting for the assembly line machine to start, so as to enter a new day of life.

middle.

However, this time, there was a slight difference compared to the past... It was clearly the prescribed time for official work, but the machine was not running and still motionless.

Just as time passed little by little, and some people began to discuss with the workers next to them what happened, suddenly, Kobe walked in from the main entrance of the factory.

For a moment, the voices of discussion suddenly fell silent. When they saw the coming person, every Muggle or Squib employee unconsciously puffed up their chests to make themselves look more energetic.

There is no doubt that they know Kobe and have an inexplicable awe for this "teacher" who has trained them for a week or more.

Kobe stood at the door with his hands behind his hands, nodded, and did not continue walking inside. Instead, he turned around, waved in the direction outside the door, and urged:

"Hurry up, come in!"

"No, don't even think about it! You never told me! I'm going to work with a bunch of humans! Never!"

And out of sight of the employees, a voice full of resistance roared in.

"Come on! It's okay...they're all pretty nice guys."

Kobe was not angry. He still had a smile on his face and kept talking.

"Don't even think about it! No matter how nice you are, you are still a human! I want to go to the elves' production line!"

The voice was as stubborn as an angry bull, as if it would be ignited by anger in the next second.

"These are Mr. Black's orders—do you know what I mean?"

Seeing that the other party was so uncooperative, Kobe also put away his good face and asked businesslikely.

Finally, as the words fell, Peng Peng outside the door finally lost his temper and walked into the door of the factory dejectedly, as if accepting his fate.

Under the watchful eyes of all the employees, Kobe pulled an elf with a bruised nose and face to the most conspicuous position on the assembly line and introduced everyone to

"This... is Peng Peng. He will work here with you from now on!"