Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

The huge Hagrid stood in the principal's office, but he still looked like a student who had made a mistake.

He lowered his head, reluctant to raise his head to look at Dumbledore in front of him.

Two huge hands were clasped together in front of him. Fingers as thick as carrots were entangled unconsciously, waiting uneasily to let go.

However, Dumbledore did not reprimand him as Hagrid imagined.

He just sighed slightly, smelling the smell of alcohol in the air that flowed into the office along with Hagrid.

Dumbledore can naturally guess where he just came back from...

I saw his eyes lowered again.

He reached out and opened all the half-open drawers, and after rummaging around, he took out a few crystal hard candies.

Holding the hard candy in his hand, Dumbledore stood up from his seat and walked up to Hagrid.

He gently opened his palms, which were as big as brown bear claws, and stuffed the candy into them under Hagrid's ashamed gaze.

"Charlie sent me some of their special products a few days ago..."

As he spoke, Dumbledore paused and thought for a while before continuing.

"You can try this...it tastes good, although I still prefer their weird exploding candy."

After speaking, he patted Hagrid's hand, raised his head, and looked at the other person.

In those eyes that have experienced a century, there is indescribable gentleness and wisdom.

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Xiaohuijin District, Privet Drive

Nightfall

In Harry's room, the lights were turned off. The curtains were tightly drawn to prevent any light from entering.

In the pitch-black darkness, only a few whispers of conversation and the occasional collision with the table or bed could prove that the owner of this room was not asleep as he had been in the past...

Harry sat cross-legged on an old carpet, listening to Dobby who was tinkering not far away, and felt a little excited at the same time, but also couldn't help but feel secretly amused.

"Dobby...actually there is no need for this, you have already given me a gift."

Harry spoke softly

"No!"

Directly opposite Harry, Dobby's voice also came out.

"Dobby is going to give Mr. Harry... an unforgettable birthday!!"

Dobby tried his best to lower his sharp voice, deliberately creating a sense of mystery.

As he spoke, Harry could clearly hear that he was tinkering with something in his hands, and there was some faint movement.

Even though he said, "There's no need to prepare any more surprises for him." However, at this moment, Harry couldn't help but start to look forward to it.

"Okay! Mr. Harry! Please close your eyes!"

Harry listened to the other party's voice, took a deep breath, nodded, and closed his eyes truthfully.

Soon, Harry heard a crisp snap of fingers coming from his ears.

"Are you snapping your fingers? Dobby." He pursed his lips and couldn't help but ask.

"Yes! That's right!" Dobby's voice sounded again.

"Come on! Open your eyes! Mr. Harry!"

After hearing Dobby's permission, Harry suppressed the random thoughts in his heart again and slowly opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, Harry's pupils couldn't help but shrink, and he subconsciously held his breath.

The first thing he saw before his eyes was a wisp of orange flames. The flames trembled faintly in the air, and after a while, they finally stabilized.

The flame exuded a weak and warm light, shining on Harry's young face.

It also cast a hazy light in the originally dark room.

This is a piece of cake - a small piece of birthday cake with candles.

Dobby carefully held the cake in his hand and handed it to Harry.

"Happy birthday! Mr. Harry!!!"

A bright smile appeared on that dirty face. Even though it was still pitifully ugly, in Harry's eyes at this moment, it was as beautiful as he had ever seen before.

"Dobby! Where did you find it!?"

Harry's eyes were slightly red.

He tried hard to suppress the sound that was about to scream, and couldn't help asking with a little trembling.

"Dobby...Dobby is a smart elf! Smart elves naturally have their own ways."

Dobby said this with his head held high and a proud expression on his face.

Of course, he couldn't tell Harry that today was their little master's college entrance banquet... His master specially ordered a three-layer cake for his little master!

And this piece was a small piece that I sneaked back into the house and secretly cut off when no one was noticing.

As for the candle, I happened to meet Mr. Charlie when I came back.

After Mr. Charlie listened to its idea, he picked up a silver fork, rubbed it in his hands, and then turned it into a candle inserted on the cake...

Harry may not be able to imagine what a three-layered cake should look like, even if he is holding one of the pieces at the moment.

Because even when his cousin had cake on his birthday, it was just a deluxe version with double cream and chocolate.

But none of this matters anymore... Harry doesn't know this, and even if he does know, he doesn't care at all.

Because now, his heart has been completely filled with this pitiful piece of cake, and there is no extra room for other things.

No matter how precious those things are...

"Come on, Mr. Harry! Come and blow out the candles!"

Dobby said as he carefully placed the cake on the floor between the two of them.

The happiness in his tone sounded like it was his own birthday.

"Um!"

Harry nodded seriously, then leaned down and came to the side of the cake.

Not sure whether it was because of excessive excitement or the candlelight, Harry's face was extremely red at this moment.

He looked at the tiny flame solemnly, as if he wanted to imprint it deeply into his heart.

Then, Harry closed his eyes again and took a deep breath...

A cry of "Whoop!"

The candle went out...

At the same time, the moment the candle went out...

With a snap of the fingers, the light that had been extinguished lit up again, regaining its previous glow.

"We can share the cake!"

Harry stood up impatiently and pulled out the extinguished candles from the cake.

He directly broke it into two halves, large and small, and handed the larger half over.

Dobby took the piece of cake from Harry, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red for a moment.

"Dobby is very happy to meet Mr. Harry."

Dobby looked at Harry with sincere eyes.

"Although he is leaving soon, Dobby will definitely come to see Mr. Harry again, I promise! Mr. Harry and Dobby will be friends forever!"

"Me too, we are friends forever."

After saying that, they both bit down on the cake in their hands.