Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

"By the way..."

Charlie paused and seemed to think of something.

He gently rubbed his ring with his fingers.

The red gemstone on the ring flashed, and then a beautifully packaged gift box was delivered into his hands.

"It will be Harry's birthday soon... I think I won't be able to rush there on time to celebrate his birthday."

Charlie said softly, stood up slowly, and placed the exquisite gift box in front of the wardrobe.

"Can you help me bring this to him? By the way, tell him, Charlie Black, wish him a happy birthday..."

"…………"

There was no voice in the closet to answer him, as if Dobby, who was originally hiding in it, had left.

But Charlie didn't care so much. When everything was said, he yawned to himself, then turned his head and walked back to his bed unhurriedly, as if nothing had happened just now.

generally.

"I'm so sleepy...sleep, good night!"

In the closet, Dobby was huddled together and wiped the tears lingering in his eyes with his hands... He listened to Charlie's voice outside the closet.

When the last "good night" was heard, a crisp finger snap came, and then the whole room returned to darkness.

"Mr. Harry Potter..."

Dobby muttered to himself, seeming to have fallen into some kind of thought.

I don't know how long it took, but Charlie's breathing gradually became calmer, and he sounded like he had fallen into a deep sleep.

It was only then that Dobby finally carefully opened the closet door to a gap and observed the dark room outside through the gap.

He lowered his head, looked at the beautifully packaged gift box in front of the wardrobe, stretched out his hands, and solemnly picked it up from the ground as if holding the most precious thing in the world.

Gently peeling off the creamy yellow silk ribbon used to bind the gift box, he saw a note stuck on it from the large bow tied tightly with the ribbon.

There was no other unnecessary information written on the note, only a list of addresses: 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

Dobby took off the note and then carefully stuffed the gift box into the pillowcase he was wrapped in. He was speechless while holding the note.

Immediately afterwards, the light flashed out of the closet.

In the morning, Charlie opened his eyes from his sleep.

The first time he woke up, he turned his head and looked towards the closet door like a child expecting Santa Claus to deliver gifts on Christmas Eve.

It's just that Santa Claus will deliver gifts, but the gift box he originally put there has disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Charlie smiled.

Immediately, he got up from the bed, straightened out his wrinkled clothes, put them on and walked out of the room.

Nothing is any different from before.

………………………

At this moment, it is also the same time...

After a good sleep, Harry put his eyes on his eyes and couldn't help stretching, showing a comfortable smile.

This is the first day he moved out of the cupboard into his new room.

Although the so-called new room was just Dudley's original room, for Harry, he was content at the moment.

After all, it was already a great blessing to not have to sleep in that cramped and cramped place anymore. What else could he ask for...

And the cause of everything starts with the piece of chocolate the night before yesterday...

Harry, who thought his prank was a success and went to bed early, actually didn't sleep for too long.

Because soon, his furious uncle Dursley kicked open the small door of the cupboard like a manic hippopotamus, and then pulled Harry out of it while he was in a daze.

.

Believe me, that was the first time Harry knew that a person's face could turn red like that.

All I could see was Dursley's fat face, vaguely like a boiling kettle.

His temples were throbbing, and the veins originally hidden under the fat sprouted from his forehead, forming a ferocious "well".

The anger in those small, pitiful eyes seemed to burn Harry to pieces.

Almost as soon as he was carried out, Harry, who was still a little confused, was frightened by such a terrifying face, and his sleepiness was completely wiped away.

"Harry...Potter!!!!"

Dursley roared in his face, spraying spittle all over Harry's face.

Harry's heart sank to the bottom.

"It's over, it's been discovered."

This was his first thought.

But even so, Harry Potter, who knew the rules well, still had the courage to curl up his body together subconsciously, and then carefully asked

"What happened, uncle?"

"What happened..." Dursley gritted his teeth and repeated his words, and then without waiting for him to react, those thick arms grabbed his collar.

Just like that, he dragged him all the way upstairs.

"Plop!"

Harry was thrown to the ground. He couldn't help but grinned and rubbed his sore butt. Then he raised his head and subconsciously took stock of the situation in front of him.

Only then did he notice that he had been dragged into Dudley's room in one breath.

In front of him, Dudley was curled up on his bed, covering his face with his hands and crying loudly. From time to time, his body trembled unconsciously, looking very pitiful.

However, Harry almost couldn't hold back his laughter when he saw this scene, because he noticed that in the gap between Dudley's little fat hands, there was clearly a strange pig face.

Unfortunately, he soon stopped laughing. Because Harry noticed that his aunt was also slumped on the stool in Dudley's room, her face was pale, and she was leaning on the back of the stool with a groan.

Seeing Harry being dragged over by Dursley, his eyes suddenly turned vicious, and his ferocious expression was exactly the same as her husband's.

"Look! Who's here! You dirty little bastard!"

As if due to weakness, her voice was no longer as powerful as before. However, the hatred and hatred in it were several times greater than before, causing the goosebumps on Harry's arms to spread unconsciously.

came out.

"Your uncle and I adopted you and let you live until now! Let you have clothes to wear and go to school! You don't have to fight for food with the group of unwanted little mud balls in the orphanage...

Even...even treat you as our biological son!!

But what about you? What have you done!? You filthy bastard! A monster with no humanity whatsoever! Sad bastard!"