Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

The sun sets in the west.

When Harry returned to Dursley's door, the sun, which was still still shining, had completely sunk below the horizon. The color of the sky dimmed, turning into a blur of darkness.

"Huh..." He stood at the door, looking at the wooden door painted with white paint, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

He patted his cheek, causing the joy that originally appeared on his face to disappear, and then returned to the same frustration and embarrassment as before.

And the piece of chocolate that Charlie handed him at the end was put into his pants pocket. And he also deliberately made the already wrinkled pocket bigger, so that a corner of the chocolate wrapper could be faintly exposed.

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After Harry was busy and made sure that everything was ready, he finally turned the handle of the wooden door.

"Squeaky..."

The old wooden door was slowly pushed open by him with an ear-piercing sound.

The warm orange light illuminated his body along the gradually opening door.

Compared with the dark and hazy environment outside, it seems to be a completely different world...

However, for Harry, it was exactly the opposite. If he could, he would rather choose to wander aimlessly on the dark streets than enter this house and face three mean and hateful faces.

"I'm back……"

Just like every night like this, Harry lowered his head and said in a voice that only he could hear.

And everything was just as Harry expected.

The Dursleys had finished their dinner early, and now his uncle was sitting on the sofa, reading an evening newspaper comfortably.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he glanced sideways at Harry, and then made a few "hum" noises.

"Hmph, close the door, kid. You're bringing in the cold wind."

The thick beard under the big nose trembled as he spoke, like a fat caterpillar crawling on it.

Cousin Dudley looked at Harry who was in an awkward state and also showed a successful smile.

Obviously, seeing Harry like this would undoubtedly make him very happy.

Because growing up, teasing this cousin, who has always been called a "little bastard" by his parents, has been one of his hobbies.

"Is there still dinner?"

Harry asked as usual.

"dinner!?"

Sure enough, after hearing Harry's words, my aunt, who was sitting by the coffee table with her legs crossed, quietly sipping a cup of hot tea, suddenly widened her eyes.

Staring at Harry Potter, his voice suddenly rose several octaves.

Her voice was uncharacteristically high-pitched, paired with a pair of eyes that stared at Harry with no trace of hatred and a slightly aquiline nose.

In Harry's eyes, she looked exactly like the most classic witch image in fairy tales.

"You came back at this time. I was kind enough by not locking you in a cupboard for a week. And you actually had the nerve to ask me if there was still dinner!?"

"Humph..." After hearing his wife's words, Uncle Dursley was finally willing to take a good look at Harry.

With the same undisguised disgust in his eyes, he said

"What a greedy little bastard..."

Harry lowered his head slightly, drooped his eyelids, clenched his hands into fists and said nothing.

It was like a puppet standing there, allowing the other party to insult him.

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"snort."

Soon, the aunt and uncle who had been insulting and insulting Harry finally snorted with satisfaction and let out a sigh of relief, as if they had completed their daily check-in.

Then he said in a neutral tone

"Stop standing there and wash the dishes! Then go back to your cupboard."

After saying that, looking at Harry walking towards the sink, he seemed to have thought of something again and quickly added.

"You'd better not fool me, you know that, kid. If I find that your bowl isn't clean, you still won't have dinner tomorrow!"

"I see."

Standing in front of the sink, with his back to the three of them, Harry nodded obediently and agreed honestly, but he couldn't help but curl his lips.

While Harry was washing the dishes, he carefully turned his head towards the family of three sitting happily together on the sofa. Their faces at this moment were completely different from when they were facing Harry.

No matter how others looked at it, they would only nod happily at this sight, without the slightest idea that this was actually a family of four.

When Harry took the last bowl out of the sink.

He shook off the water droplets on his hands, and then, as usual, obeyed his uncle and aunt's orders and walked back to the cupboard where he lived.

The only difference is that Harry

This time, he did not choose to stay away from Dudley, who was staring at him eagerly. Instead, he deliberately walked past him.

Sure enough, it was just as he expected.

Maybe Dudley is really hopelessly stupid in studies and other aspects. But when it comes to finding food... Harry is firmly convinced that absolutely no one has a talent like him!

Almost as soon as Harry walked by him, Dudley's nose pressed and he seemed to smell something familiar.

Then he searched Harry's body with wide eyes and finally found it in his wrinkled and stretched pocket.

At this moment, Dudley was so agile that he hardly looked like a fat man.

He suddenly jumped up from the sofa and let out a loud scream like an air raid siren.

"Dad!! Mummy!!! There is chocolate in Harry Potter's pocket!! It's Charlie's hazelnut chocolate!! This guy stole a piece of hazelnut chocolate!!!"

And when he heard his son's cry, he wondered if it was Harry's imagination.

He seemed to see the couple's eyes dimly light up, and there was a bit of joy on the corners of their mouths.

That expression seemed to say, it's great that I can scold him again.

………………………

There is no need to say more about what happened after that. The Dursleys concluded that Harry had stolen the chocolate.

Maybe it's a store, maybe it's from someone, or maybe it's the snacks hidden by their precious son...

But these are no longer important. What is important is that they must repair this "thief" properly.

After a lot of noise again...

Uncle Dursley lifted Harry up like a chicken and threw him into the cupboard.

"Peng!!!"

Then his thick arms slammed the cupboard door tightly.

The cupboard shook three times, and the dust clinging to it fell down.

Harry lay in his den and looked out through the gap in the cupboard.

Although he was still embarrassed, at this moment, he couldn't help but smile.