Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

The warm grape aroma mixed with a cheap drunkenness fermented quietly, filling every corner of the car.

Amid the turbulence, the calm red liquid surface in the disposable paper cup rippled slightly, making the faces of the two people reflected above become increasingly blurry.

"What are you going to treat me to today?"

In Charlie's car, Ryan didn't feel too restrained. He took off his down jacket and threw it aside. Then he lazily leaned on the backrest and looked at his brother who was also leisurely next to him with a smile.

Charlie, who had just raised the paper cup and wanted to take a sip, paused for a moment. After thinking for a moment, he replied Wen Sheng.

"I asked Russell to buy a twenty-three kilogram turkey - it is roasting in the kitchen now. When we go back, we should be able to eat it freshly baked."

"Twenty-three kilograms!?" Ryan opened his eyes in disbelief and looked at the other person suspiciously.

"Are you kidding? The two of us, even with Russell, I'm afraid we won't be able to finish it..."

"Who said it's just you and me?"

Charlie shook his head, glanced at Ryan amusedly, then turned his head and looked out the window.

Drinking the still warm red wine, along with the subtle taste, quietly dissipated the chill that surrounded you when you got off the car, making you feel relaxed from the inside out.

"Huh..." The white breath was gently exhaled. Charlie looked at the street buildings that were retreating rapidly, and continued unhurriedly.

"I'm not just inviting you this time...I guess the other guests are also on their way to the banquet at this time, right?"

"You mean... other guests?"

Hearing this, Ryan, who was lazily slumped in the armchair a second ago, was stunned for a moment. Then, as if he had heard some incredible news that was worthy of being taken seriously, he slowly straightened up and

The smile on his face disappeared a bit.

Ryan thought he knew very well this brother of the same race who was just a few months away from him and even went to school in the same dormitory.

In his opinion, although he had a perfect posture in the eyes of others and even spoke with an amiable elegance and familiarity, in fact, in his heart, Charlie was never more arrogant than

Other pure-blood nobles are half a point lower, and even a few points higher because of their unparalleled talent.

This also led to the fact that during the seven years of campus life, although he was famous and sought after by countless people, there were only a handful of young wizards who could really make friends with Charlie Black...

According to his past temperament, he would never invite so-called guests on holidays like Christmas. Even Ryan was invited by him for the first time. So he was surprised for a while when he received the news from Charlie.

Now, the other party told him that besides him, there were other guests coming to the factory on this special day of Christmas.

Ryan had to think a little more about it: whether the nature of this gathering was not as personal as he had imagined before, but had risen to a level that required attention...

So, before Charlie could say anything more, Ryan continued to ask

"Who else did you invite?"

However, Charlie did not answer. He still looked out the window, and his tone was still the same as he said quietly.

"You will know when the time comes."

"You guy......"

Seeing Charlie's particularly unbeatable attitude, Ryan couldn't help but slap his mouth. But he had no choice but to drink the red wine in his hand that had lost most of its temperature. He suppressed his temper and waited quietly for what was coming.

Dinner and that 23 kilogram turkey.

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Privet Drive in Little Whinging

Unlike the cheerful festive atmosphere of the surrounding neighbors, the Dursley's home is now shrouded in a sense of great depression.

Vernon and Petunia sat stiffly on the sofa in the living room, staring blankly at the twinkling lights on the Christmas tree, but their hearts had already hit rock bottom.

The hands of the clock on the wall beat "click-click" rhythmically, but in their ears, they lost their previous crispness and became a bit untimely noisy, like a runaway train that couldn't stop, pulling them away.

Leading to the abyss of death.

"what to do?"

After a long silence, Dursley spoke first.

There was a mournful emotion in his eyes, and even his tone was particularly weak. He stiffly turned his head and asked his wife

"Sister, she will be here soon."

Petunia seemed to be startled... Even though Vernon spoke very slowly, the question she was trying so hard to avoid still pressed on her heart, squeezing her so hard that she almost couldn't breathe.

"I...I locked Dudley in his room." Petunia said softly.

"Maybe we can tell Maggie... that he went to a classmate's house, or a winter camp or something..."

"Can we hide it for the rest of our lives?!"

Vernon Dursley's thick brows furrowed into a knot, and the thick beard under his nose also flew up to both sides, floating up and down in mid-air inaudibly with the trembling of his cheeks.

He took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and was about to say something. Suddenly, there was a rapid and shrill sound of brakes outside the gate, but it wiped out all the energy he had finally built up in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of high heels hitting the ground, the sound of the car door slamming shut, and the sound of "whooshing" like a monster breathing... came through the door in turn and entered the ears of the two of them.

"She's here!!!"

Penny's eyes almost popped out of her sockets. She looked at her husband, covered her mouth tightly, and shouted in horror.

"Calm down... honey."

Vernon licked his chapped lips and looked in the direction of the sound. He seemed to have seen the figure of his sister Maggie Dursley walking slowly through the door.

For a moment, even though he was saying calm down, his hands could not help but clenched into fists.

"Knock knock knock..."

Soon there was a knock on the door, and Maggie's voice came as promised, like a life-threatening scythe.

"Vernon! Maggie! It's me, come open the door!"

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence

"I can't wait to see my dear baby nephew Dudley! Dudley, your aunt is here!"

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