Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 38 I'm Going To The Priest

Compared with Harry's mood at the moment, Dursley was lying on the bed with cold hands and feet, as if he had fallen into hell.

His eyes were still faintly bloodshot, he stared blankly at the ceiling, and wanted to continue sleeping as if nothing had happened, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

"Honey……"

It was his wife's voice.

Aunt Petunia, who had finally regained consciousness from the coma, had a faint cry in her trembling voice.

"What are we going to do... what if he wants to feed us to the devil?! My poor Dudley...how old is he!? He's about to die at the hands of his vicious cousin when he hasn't enjoyed all the good things in life gone."

As she spoke, Penny's voice became more and more choked up, until finally, she started crying.

With this appearance, he was no longer the arrogance he had when he insulted Harry.

"That damned little bastard...he's just like his mother! Just as vicious! Just as annoying..."

Dursley frowned, and took a deep breath. Hearing his wife's constant crying and cursing, his originally complicated mood began to become faintly irritable.

"Hurry up and shut up!!"

Dursley's caterpillar-like beard exploded faintly.

With a direct roar, his wife, who was still crying non-stop, was frightened into silence for a while.

You know, after so many years of marriage, even though they have abused and abused Harry in every possible way, they can be regarded as a model of harmonious couples with each other.

It had never happened before that Dursley had yelled directly at her like he was doing now.

She stared at her husband in disbelief, not knowing what to say for a while.

"Ugh……"

Dursley also knew that he was a bit out of control, sighed tiredly, stretched out his arms, and embraced his wife beside him.

"Sorry... Penny..."

Dursley put one fat arm over his forehead and put his other arm around his wife, feeling the confusion in his head and closing his eyes.

"I think it's time we figured out a way..."

In such an atmosphere, after a long silence, Dursley finally spoke slowly again.

"He is a terrorist!! He is more terrifying than those Middle Easterners! We must subdue him! Or let him leave our side!!"

"……Um?"

At this moment, Petunia also recovered from the excitement just now, although she couldn't help trembling slightly at the thought of a hell kid in the room not far away from her.But he can think for himself.

"But... what should we do?"

"Um……"

Seeming to have made some decision, Dursley groaned, then opened his eyes suddenly.

"Get up!"

While speaking, he turned over skillfully from the bed, put on clothes on his body, and said to Petunia
"You take a leave of absence for me and the company today...I'll set off right away, and go to the chapel to ask that Father Pruitt to come and think of a way."

Having said that, he had already put on all his clothes, picked up the car keys, and was about to go out.

"As for the family..."

When he was at the door, he stopped, looked back at Petunia who was sitting on the bed looking a little distracted, and said seriously
"It's business as usual!"

After finishing speaking, he resolutely left...

........................

In Harry's room, Harry, who was chatting with Dobby and asking various questions like a curious baby, suddenly seemed to hear something.

He stopped, ran to the window with some doubts, and looked outside.

I saw, outside the house, Dursley was standing next to his car, holding his hat, looking deeply towards the house, his eyes were determined, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

When Harry leaned out the window to look at him, Dursley's eyes subconsciously met his.

Almost instantly, Dursley, who was still looking at the house, seemed to have been stimulated by something. He hurriedly opened the car door, got in quickly, and then drove the car away with a "boom boom boom" sound. own home...

"strangeness?"

Harry looked at the back of the car going away with some doubts, and muttered to himself

"If I remember correctly, Uncle Dursley should still be sleeping in bed at this time?"

But then he shook his head again, put aside this unimportant question, and turned his attention back to Dobby.

Excitedly asked
"How long can you stay with me?"

"Uh……"

Dobby hesitated for a while, stretched out his fingers, and counted

"About five or six days!"

It didn't take long for Dobby to give the answer.

"Dobby's master doesn't allow Dobby to appear in front of Mr. Black, so it doesn't matter if he asks Dobby to go anywhere..."

"It's pathetic..." For some reason, Harry couldn't help but feel a little sad as if he saw his own shadow in Dobby.

"Your master must not be a good person!" He criticized with some indignation, as if he was seeking justice for Dobby.

But Dobby was taken aback by Harry's shocking words.

"Oh my God!!"

He hurriedly stood up excitedly, covered his ears with both hands desperately, closed his eyes, and wrinkled his expression into a ball, becoming extremely painful.

Harry was startled by Dobby's sudden change, he quickly shut up, and ran forward with some worry.

"What's the matter with you, Dobby!?"

Suddenly, Dobby, who had covered his ears, let go of his hand, and then, under Harry's dumbfounded gaze, he bumped straight into the wall.

"Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!!"

Dobby screamed, and while shouting, he continued to bang his head against the wall desperately, even though his head was faintly red, he didn't intend to stop at all.

Harry desperately tugged Dobby, who kept knocking against the wall, and hurriedly persuaded

"Stop! Dobby! Stop! My aunt will hear!!"

It's just that he didn't expect that the house elf Dobby, who looked thinner and weaker than him, could have such great strength at this time.

Harry gritted his teeth, and it took almost all his strength to pull it back from the wall.

.........

"Oh my god……"

Aunt Petunia, who was lying alone on the bed, heard the "bang bang bang" sound coming from Harry's room not far away, as well as the faint shrill screams.

The heart suddenly raised to the throat.

She curled up on the bed, closed her eyes in pain, and was wrapped tightly around herself.

"This little bastard... he's trying to summon demons again!!"

(End of this chapter)