Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

The roar of the motorcycle engine cut through the originally silent neighborhood. From the sky, Hagrid's huge body slowly became visible to the naked eye, and finally landed completely on the ground.

With a muffled sound of "Peng...", the motorcycle landed smoothly in front of the Dursley's house at No. 4 Privet Drive.

Propping up the motorcycle's stand, Hagrid reached out and took off the windproof goggles on his face, then got off the motorcycle and stood firmly on the ground again.

His eyes slowly swept around from left to right, finally stopping on the small two-story white house in front of him.

The night sky is lonely, with only a few stars.

The street lights on both sides of the road will turn on and off, and from time to time they will make a "buzzing" sound that seems to be about to short-circuit.

The wind blew the leaves of the plants planted in front of the house, touching each other and causing a rustling sound.

Hagrid stood up and took a deep breath of the night air, feeling the coolness that penetrated his internal organs. He laughed, moving the thick beard on his face and trembling his mouth.

"It's such a familiar place...it's exactly the same as before."

He murmured to himself, but his memory couldn't help but follow his own voice, returning to that night ten years ago.

In the same summer, in the same place, he also rode this privately modified flying motorcycle...

But back then, my motorcycle was much more beautiful than it is now, even the exhaust pipe was shiny.

But what else can you ask for? Considering its tonnage, it is already rare that such a motorcycle can last for ten years and is still very strong to this day.

He still remembered that it was not long after Voldemort's defeat.

After receiving the order from Principal Dumbledore, he put the infant Harry into the sidecar of the motorcycle. He set out from the Gordillac Valley, rode all the way here, and placed him in the family's home.

door...

I never thought that ten years would pass by so quickly.

Hagrid raised his hands, put them in front of his mouth, and let out a breath to confirm whether there was still any alcohol in his mouth that had not dissipated.

After all, this was their first meeting in so many years. Even though he was as rough and rough as he was, he couldn't help but want to leave a good impression on Harry.

For this reason, before he came, he went back to the wooden house, found the brown leather jacket that he had not worn for a long time, and put it on again.

"Everything looks fine."

Hagrid smoothed his beard and hair again. After confirming that everything was correct, he took out the carefully prepared cake from the sidecar.

Walking forward, Hagrid held the cake in one hand and knocked on the Dursleys' door with the other hand.

"Bang bang bang!!!"

The huge fist hit the wooden door, making it tremble, as if it would be broken down in the next second.

The sound was so loud that even if you were standing at the end of the block, you could faintly hear the sound of Hagrid banging on the door.

And it was natural that the Dursleys, who were already a little nervous about Harry's affairs, would not have heard such a loud knock on the door.

Suddenly, the two people lying on the bed were awakened by the sound coming from downstairs.

"what happened!?"

Petunia helped Dursley sit up, opened her bloodshot eyes in horror, and asked hurriedly.

"I'll go take a look."

Dursley hurriedly put on his clothes and looked out the window.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. When you look at the door through the window, you can see a huge figure like a brown bear standing in front of your door.

Even though his vision was not very good at night, he could still see from the vague figure that a palm so big that it was almost as big as his face was hammering down the door of his house.

Suddenly, Dursley was so frightened that he almost had a heart attack.

However, in Petunia's eyes, looking at her husband's back standing in front of the window, blocking the entire window, she felt inexplicably relieved.

Seeing that her husband was silent, she couldn't help but ask in a low voice again.

"Where did this drunkard come from?"

"Big...probably."

Dursley's voice was not calm, but after panicking, he reacted quickly.

"You lie down first, I'll go out and take a look."

As he spoke, he quickly put on his clothes, ran out of the room in a few steps, and rushed downstairs.

When he came downstairs, Dursley's cheeks twitched slightly.

He held on to the wall and staggered toward the door. As he walked, he picked up a vase that was placed next to the TV.

It seemed that the vase in his hand gave him a lot of courage. Dursley finally summoned up the courage and shouted towards the door.

"Who are you!"

Outside the door, the original knocking on the door stopped, and then the voice of someone outside the door came again.

"Hagrid." The thick and rough voice continued through the door, "Rubber Hagrid!"

Seeing that the other party was able to communicate, Dursley's tense heart relaxed a little.

He breathed a sigh of relief and continued to shout to Hagrid outside the door.

"I think you may have come to the wrong door. Our family doesn't know anyone named Hagrid."

"Yeah, yeah..." Hagrid's voice sounded a little impatient at the moment. He didn't want to be polite to the family, so he continued.

"I don't hope to get to know you. To be honest, if it weren't for Principal Dumbledore and Harry, I wouldn't come to your house!"

"Harry!?"

The moment the familiar name came out of his mouth, Dursley's brows jumped, just when he was about to open his mouth and continue to say something.

Outside the house, Hagrid had put his hand on the door.

Without saying anything else, he glanced at the cake in his other hand, and then he exerted force - only to hear a "Peng!!" sound.

The door and the entire door frame were pushed in by Hagrid's hand.

With a "pop" sound, the door was completely destroyed, and the dust and debris fell into the house together with it.

"Sorry, my hands seem a bit strong."

Hagrid wiped the dust off his hands and glanced at the stunned Dursley who was holding a vase not far away. Although he politely said sorry, there was no apology at all on his face.

"Pa"

The vase fell off Dursley's hand and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces. His legs could no longer support his body, and he softened and sat down on the ground.

"Okay, I won't waste any more words with you."

Hagrid stepped forward, carefully stepping over the broken bricks and the door, and walked into the house.

He looked around, then found a place casually, put down the cake he had carefully prepared, and then opened his mouth to tell the purpose of his visit.

"I'm here to pick up Mr. Harry Potter to go to Hogwarts. I think you should also have received the notice from Hogwarts, right?"