Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

At this point, seemingly out of raging anger, she stood up unsteadily while holding on to the chair, walked up to Harry, and tapped Harry's chest with her sharp fingertips.

, said word for word

"You are just like your annoying mother!!! Just as disgusting! Just as ungrateful! Just like... damn!"

Aunt Petunia's knuckles were stretched straight as she poked him, forcing him from Dudley's room to the corridor.

However, when he heard her last words, Harry, who was still silent, raised his head, his pupils suddenly shrank together, and looked straight at the ugly woman in front of him.

As if she was frightened by Harry's sudden look, Petunia's original curse stopped, but the next second, her anger surged uncontrollably, even more violently than before.

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"What!? What do you want!? Do you want to say something for your damn mother?! It's because of her!! I'm so unfortunate! It's because of her! I have to take care of you, little beast! She deserves it

Go to hell!”

"I don't allow you to say that about my mother!!!!!!"

At this moment, Harry, who had been suppressed for so many years, finally broke out. The anger he had accumulated in his heart was like a dam bursting, completely gushing out at this moment.

On his forehead, the lightning-shaped scar hidden under the messy bangs suddenly glowed faintly.

"What do you want to do!?"

Behind him, Dursley, who saw that the situation might be out of control, didn't waste any time. His thick palms pressed down on Harry's shoulders and lifted him up again just like he did just now.

But this time, an accident happened suddenly.

The moment his hand touched Harry, an extremely powerful repulsive force suddenly erupted from the point of contact, knocking Dursley's body, which weighed more than 180 kilograms, straight away and creating a streak in the air.

After a high arc, he finally fell heavily to the floor with the sound of "Peng!"

The whole house seemed to shake three times as Dursley fell, as if a small earthquake had occurred.

All sounds stopped at this moment. Even Dudley, who was still sobbing, had the mute button pressed at this time. While holding his own blanket, he huddled shakily at the foot of the bed.

His eyes widened and he looked at the cousin who was bullying him with fear, as if he was looking at a monster.

Aunt Petunia's voice also stopped suddenly. She looked at her husband who flew out and fell to the ground. She instantly lost her temper and her face turned back to a miserable look. She lost consciousness for a moment and stumbled back to her seat.

superior.

The whole room returned to silence, and the only thing that could be heard was Harry's angry breathing.

He didn't know what happened, he only knew that at this moment, the scar on his forehead that had been touched by Charlie was faintly warm as when he touched it.

He subconsciously reached out his hand again and touched the scar, but this time the strange burning sensation became particularly obvious. It was no longer just an illusion as he expected, but real.

At this moment, the restriction that Charlie originally placed on his forehead finally took effect.

Dursley stood up in embarrassment, but this time, he did not do anything else. Instead, he panted heavily and walked around Harry, who was standing in the middle of the room, and resolutely blocked his son.

In front of his wife.

"You...what do you want to do?!"

I don't know if it's because of fear or the pain after falling, or both.

Anyway, at this time, Dursley, the angry hippopotamus, seemed to have regained his senses, and the redness on his face had faded.

He pretended to be as tough as before, but there was a faint tremor in his voice.

Harry didn't answer him, just continued to breathe heavily.

He lowered his head and looked at his clenched fist. At this moment, it seemed to be covered by a strange power. Although he could not see it, it gave him a real sense of security.

Harry looked at his fist and then at the Dursleys huddled together, feeling a little dazed.

He realized that perhaps at this time, their identities had finally undergone a wonderful change...

"I……"

Harry spoke...

He frowned and looked at the Dursleys in front of him.

Just when the three Dursleys couldn't help but tremble, thinking that Harry was going to do something, he suddenly lowered his fist.

"I'm going back..."

Harry only left a short response, then turned around and left the room in a hurry, walked back to his cupboard without saying a word, and closed the door again.

Curling up in the cupboard, Harry did not sleep. Instead, he opened his eyes wide and stared at the wall of the cupboard, his heart beating rapidly for a moment.

After a while, he slowly stretched out his hand, lifted up his bangs again, and touched the scar on his forehead.

It's just that at this time, the original burning scar has returned to its original state, and there is no longer the same feeling as before.

………………

"Honey, are you okay?"

After Harry left, the three people huddled together reacted.

Petunia looked at Dursley with some worry, reached out to wipe the dense beads of sweat on his forehead, and couldn't help but ask.

"Huh...huh...huh"

Dursley lost his strength with a "pop" and sat back on the ground again.

He was breathing heavily, and his heart was pounding.

"I think my waist was probably twisted... I seemed to have been hit by something when I just fell out. What happened? Did you see it? Did he throw me out?"

"No, Dad. You touched him yourself and then flew out..."

Dudley also regained his composure at this moment. He squeaked twice and murmured, as if the scene was still reappearing in front of his eyes.

"That little bastard..." Auntie's eyes showed resentment again.

But this time, in addition to resentment, there was also unspeakable fear.

"He's just like his mother...a damn..."

Speaking of this, Petunia's mouth turned ferocious, as if she had exhausted all her strength before finally spitting out those two words that she was disgusted with.

"wizard……"

"Wizard?" Dursley frowned and turned to look at his wife.

He had never heard his wife say anything about wizards...

But although he is fat, he is not really a fool.

Based on his son's face at this moment and the incredible situation just now, he couldn't help but think of something.

"What should we do?"

That night, Uncle Dursley and his aunt had a sleepless discussion on this issue in Dudley's cabin.