Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

Finally, Dobby left, full of reluctance and accompanied by a flash of light, and left Harry's room.

Harry patted the dirt on his pants and sat back on the bed.

Looking at the place where Dobby disappeared, an indescribable sense of loss suddenly emerged from his heart...

He couldn't help but sigh, but he quickly cheered up again.

Because he knew that, just as he had agreed with the other party, whether it was Mr. Charlie or Dobby, they would always meet again...

While thinking about it, Harry turned his head and looked at the pillow beside his bed.

Opening the pillow, the gift that originally arrived with Dobby was still hidden underneath intact.

However, at this moment, in addition to Mr. Charlie's gift, there was something new under the pillow - a thin envelope.

On the envelope was a complicated four-color shield-shaped badge. At the bottom of the badge, a fluttering ribbon clearly revealed the origin of the letter, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

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This letter was delivered a few days ago, and Harry still remembered that on that day, as usual, he and Dobby stayed in the house and looked through cousin Dudley's old books, trying to find something interesting in them.

Then, he heard Aunt Petunia's scream downstairs.

"Dursley!!!!"

Aunt Petunia's voice trembled, and she called her husband helplessly.

The originally peaceful environment was immediately broken...

Downstairs, the voices of the two people arguing began to be heard from time to time, although both of them tried to keep their voices down. It seemed that Harry was not allowed to hear all the stories.

But Harry still heard a few words from the two people's slightly excited words from time to time.

For example, "damn", "bastard", "like his mother", "wizard", "school"...

However, before Harry could figure out any connection between these words, the argument between the two fell into silence due to the final words shouted by Uncle Dursley.

"If you keep him at home, he will eat everyone!!"

With another familiar creaking sound on the stairs and "dong-dong-dong" footsteps, Dursley arrived at the door of Harry's room.

"Harry!"

He stretched out his hand and knocked on the wooden door while shouting inside.

Harry frowned in confusion as he listened to the movement.

He couldn't help but put down the storybook he had just found, and then subconsciously glanced at Dobby, who was still rummaging around the bookshelf.

At this time, Dobby had already developed a certain tacit understanding with Harry. After hearing the knock on the door, he turned around and exchanged glances with Harry before disappearing.

"Coming!"

After Dobby left, Harry quickly stood up, responded, trotted to the door, reached out and opened the locked door.

He opened a gap and carefully looked out. At first glance, he saw Dursley, who was blocking the entire door like a wall.

"What's the matter?" Harry raised his head and asked tentatively while observing the expression on Uncle Dursley's face.

Dursley's skin was faintly red, but it was not as red as when he was angry before. He squinted his eyes, and his eyes, which were almost invisible because of the fat, revealed indescribable complexity...

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For Dursley, these few days were probably the most difficult days in his life.

When I think about this horrible child and his hell kid, they are still occupying a room in their own home, and they are constantly trying some horrible witchcraft, or building the door to hell and summoning them as the comics in the 1980s said.

More little ghosts came... He couldn't eat well or sleep well.

Every day, I have to think of various ways, whether it is a priest, a priest, or something else. No matter what I do, as long as it involves supernatural powers, I must invite him home to do a ritual, although none of them will work.

That's all...it was him who lost more than ten kilograms of weight due to torture in a few days.

But today, when Petunia handed this letter into Dursley's hands, the light of hope rekindled in his heart that was already about to die.

That little bastard...he can finally get out of here!!!!

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"Uncle...?"

"Uncle Dursley?"

Harry looked at Dursley, who was standing there without saying a word, with a strange look in his eyes. He hurriedly shouted a few words softly, and only then did Dursley, who had been in a daze for a moment, react.

"Oh...god."

Dursley returned to reality from his thoughts. He looked at the nephew who he hated so much that he wished he could be shattered into ashes. He then looked at the admission notice that was getting wrinkled in his hand and barely revealed it.

A stiff smile.

"Harry! I have something for you...lucky you, you don't need to go to any more public schools!"

Seeing the terrifying expression on Dursley's face, Harry couldn't help shrinking his head into the room and subconsciously asked

"Then...where should I go?"

"Fuck this! Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

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Harry skillfully opened the envelope for an unknown number of times, took out the letter paper, and read every word and even every symbol on it.

In his mind, it was like a magnificent epic scroll unfolding. A world he had never imagined opened the door to him.

"But...how do I get there?"

Harry lay down on the bed, looking at the plain letter paper upside down, hoping to see some magical magic on it that could send him to the so-called twelve and four minutes with just one click.

Platform Three.

Suddenly, as if he thought of something, Harry's eyes lit up.

"etc!!"

He straightened up his back suddenly, sat up from the bed again, and then turned to look at the gift that Mr. Charlie had given him.

"Maybe...Mr. Charlie knows something. Maybe this is also in Mr. Charlie's plan? Maybe Mr. Charlie's gift is the magic leading to Hogwarts!"

Harry murmured to himself, his eyes brightening as he spoke.

He simply stopped waiting and stretched out his hands to directly hold the gift box that had been placed here for a long time back on his lap. In his heart, there was that faint sense of expectation that continued to expand from his heart.

Of course...this is just Harry's imagination.

Not to mention whether Hogwarts, shrouded in a magic barrier, can be teleported directly through a simple little magic.

There is absolutely no need for that here...

Because the person who was going to pick him up at this moment had already arrived at the door of the Dursley's house.