Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

Finally, Dobby left, with a heart full of reluctance, accompanied by a flash of light, and went straight out of Harry's room.

Harry patted the dust off his pants and sat back on the bed.

Looking at the place where Dobby disappeared, a feeling of indescribable loss surged 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 them, whether it was Mr. Charlie or Dobby, they would always meet again…

While thinking, Harry turned his head and looked at the pillow on his bedside.

Turning over the pillow, the gift that had arrived with Dobby was still hidden underneath, untouched.

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

On the envelope was a complex, intricate four-colored shield-shaped badge, and at the very 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 had arrived a few days ago. Harry remembered that he was in the house with Dobby, looking through Dudley's old books as usual, trying to find something interesting.

Then, he heard Aunt Petunia's scream from downstairs.

"Dursley!!!!!"

Aunt Petunia's voice trembled as she helplessly called out to her husband.

The originally peaceful environment was broken…

From downstairs, the sound of the two arguing came from time to time, although they both tried to keep their voices down. Harry didn't quite hear the whole story.

But Harry still heard a few words from their occasionally excited language.

For example, "damn," "freak," "like his mother," "wizard," "school"…

However, before Harry could figure out the connection between these words, the two people's quarrel fell into silence because of a sentence that Uncle Dursley finally shouted out.

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

There was another familiar creaking sound of stairs and "thump thump thump" footsteps. Dursley came to the door of Harry's room.

"Harry!"

He reached out and knocked on the wooden door, while shouting inside.

Hearing the movement, Harry frowned in confusion.

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

At this time, Dobby had already developed a certain understanding with Harry. After hearing the knock, he turned his head and exchanged a look with Harry, and then disappeared on the spot.

"Coming!"

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

Pulling open a crack, he carefully poked his head out, and at first glance, he saw Dursley, like a wall, blocking the entire doorway.

"Is there anything wrong?" Harry looked up, observing the expression on Uncle Dursley's face at the moment, and said tentatively.

Dursley's skin was faintly red, but not as flushed as before when he was angry. He narrowed his eyes, and in those eyes that were almost invisible due to the fat, there was an unspeakable complexity…

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

Thinking that this terrifying child and his little demon were still in his house, occupying a room, constantly trying some terrifying witchcraft, or building a gate to hell like in the eighties comics, summoning more little demons… he couldn't eat or sleep in peace.

Every day, he had to try every means, whether it was a priest, a sacrifice, or something else. No matter what they did, as long as it involved supernatural power, he had to invite them back home to do a ritual, although none of them were useful… But he himself had lost a dozen pounds of weight after being tortured for a few days.

But today, when Petunia handed this letter to Dursley, the hope that had almost died in his heart was rekindled.

That little freak… he can finally leave here!!!!!

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"Uncle…?"

"Uncle Dursley?"

Harry looked at Dursley, who was standing there without saying a word, his eyes a little strange, and quickly called out twice in a low voice, which made Dursley, who had been lost in thought for a while, react.

"Oh… God."

Dursley returned to reality from his thoughts. He looked at his nephew, whom he hated so much that he couldn't wait to grind his bones to ashes, and then looked at the admission letter that he was holding tightly in his hand, which was faintly wrinkled, and barely showed a stiff smile.

"Harry! I have something to give you… You're lucky, you don't need to go to any public schools!"

Looking at the somewhat terrifying expression on Dursley's face, Harry couldn't help but shrink his head back into the room and asked subconsciously,

"Then… where am I going?"

"Go to this! Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

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Harry skillfully opened the envelope, not knowing how many times he had taken out the letter paper from it, reading every word and even every symbol on it.

In his mind, a magnificent epic unfolded like a scroll. A world he had never imagined opened its doors to him.

"But… how should I get there?"

Harry plopped down on the bed, observing the unremarkable letter paper upside down, trying to see some magical magic on it that could send him to the so-called Platform Nine and Three-Quarters with a touch.

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

"Wait!!"

He straightened up suddenly, sat back up from the bed, and turned to look at the gift that Mr. Charlie had sent.

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

Harry muttered to himself, and as he spoke, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

He simply stopped waiting, reached out his hands and directly hugged the gift box that had been placed here for a long time back to his lap. In his heart, that faint sense of anticipation was constantly expanding from his heart.

Of course… this was just Harry's imagination.

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

There was no need for that at all…

Because the person who was going to pick him up at this moment had already arrived at the Dursleys' door.