Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

Harry was already used to this.

He reached out, brushed away the scattered dust, and then nimbly turned over in the narrow cupboard, adjusting his position to be more comfortable.

All that was needed next was to wait.

Harry thought to himself, the smile on his lips not fading.

Knowing his cousin Dudley as he did, now that the chocolate was in his hands, even after having eaten dinner, he would definitely not let it go to waste.

As for what would happen after eating the chocolate… honestly, although Charlie had kept it a secret and hadn't told him, he could vaguely imagine that it would be a wonderful prank.

"I bet Mr. Charlie added chili peppers or laxatives to that chocolate. Or perhaps… actually, that chocolate has cockroach powder in it."

Harry thought hopefully, and then said to himself.

He seemed to already see the embarrassing things that would happen to Dudley later.

"Creak, creak…"

Just as he was thinking, the stairs above the cupboard suddenly emitted creaking sounds accompanied by a burst of footsteps.

Harry hurriedly came back to his senses, carefully pressed his ear against the wooden wall of the cupboard, and listened intently to the movements upstairs.

However, to his surprise, after the Dursley family's footsteps gradually stopped and disappeared, nothing he wanted to hear happened for quite a while.

"What's going on?" Harry frowned in confusion.

"Didn't Dudley eat that hazelnut chocolate? That doesn't seem like something he would do."

He muttered to himself again.

But Harry didn't feel discouraged, and instead continued to wait patiently.

The lights in the house were all turned off, and the family members each returned to their own rooms, preparing to go to sleep.

Harry lay in the cupboard, gently stroking the slightly moldy patterns on the wooden wall to pass the time.

Finally, just as he was overcome with drowsiness, his eyelids drooped, and he was about to succumb to sleep.

From Dudley's room, a scream mixed with terror and a hint of crying suddenly came out.

In an instant, Harry, who had been drowsy, suddenly jolted awake, and a gleam of surprise flashed in his green pupils.

He quickly pressed his ear against the wall again, and began to listen to the commotion he had been waiting for.

Dudley's scream was like a sudden air raid siren in the night.

Completely disrupting the original silence.

"Bang!"

Dursley, wearing pajamas, almost kicked open the door of his room at the same time Dudley screamed, and then hurried to his precious son's room.

It was really embarrassing for him… I really don't know how he could be so quick while dragging such a heavy weight.

Aunt Petunia followed closely behind, turning on the hallway light with a "snap," with an expression of lingering fear on her face, following Uncle Vernon's footsteps.

"Dudley? Dudley! My little darling Dudley, what's wrong with you! ? Oh, my God, my God… … …"

Seemingly having never heard his precious son cry so miserably, Aunt Petunia's voice was trembling slightly as she called out.

"Giggle giggle… …"

Harry lay flat in the cupboard, pillowing his arms, looking at the faint light shining in through the wooden cracks above, and finally couldn't help but chuckle.

Dursley arrived at the door of Dudley's room. Without a moment's pause, he grabbed the doorknob, pulled the door open, and looked inside anxiously.

The flush on his face had not faded, and he stood at the door, panting heavily, trying to figure out what had happened.

Inside the room, Dudley curled up in a small blanket, shivering constantly.

Although compared to his huge body, the small blanket covering him seemed extremely ridiculous.

"Baby, what's wrong with you! ?"

Aunt Petunia quickly squeezed past Uncle Vernon, who was blocking the door, and hurried to Dudley's bed. Seeing Dudley wrapped so tightly, she reached out in a hurry and pulled the blanket off him.

If she hadn't pulled it away, it wouldn't have mattered, but when Aunt Petunia lifted the blanket and saw Dudley inside, at just a glance, her originally wide eyes couldn't help but roll upwards, revealing the whites of her eyes.

The whole person almost collapsed helplessly, and fainted to the ground all at once.

Even Uncle Vernon choked violently when he lifted the blanket and saw Dudley below.

Those eyes squeezed into the fat seemed to be the first time in his life that they had been opened so wide. And the originally flushed cheeks now turned an obviously abnormal purple.

His footsteps staggered twice, almost falling to the ground like his wife.

Fortunately, he was leaning against the door, causing him to grab it subconsciously, which served as a support.

"Oh my god… …"

His lips trembled, and he subconsciously muttered.

The look in his eyes towards Dudley was as if he were looking at something extremely terrifying.

And the fact was indeed so… … …

Under the blanket, Dudley, wearing pajamas, was lying on the bed in terror, trying his best to cover his face with his hands, trying to cover the ridiculously funny nose and ears on his face.

But this kind of cover-up was completely ineffective, because that kind of fat pig nose and pig ears were obviously not something his hands could cover.

That's right, after eating the chocolate, the exquisite transformation technique left on it by Charlie was officially activated.

According to his own memory of Pigsy's classic look in the 1998 version of Journey to the West, Dudley was completely transformed!

"Ooo ooo ooo… … hmph, ooo ooo, hmph hmph… …"

Dudley looked at his parents' expressions and cried in fright.

It's just that the sound turned into the sound effect of a pig's "hmph, hmph."

… … … … … … … …

At this moment, Harry, who was locked in the cupboard, obviously didn't know what had happened. He only heard a commotion upstairs.

But exactly what happened, what kind of prank Mr. Charlie's chocolate had brought to Dudley, he didn't know at all.

"Hey… …"

Listening to the originally noisy sounds above stopping abruptly after Uncle Vernon opened the door, he just assumed that Mr. Charlie's prank had ended, and there was no more fun to be had.

So Harry didn't insist anymore. He couldn't help but yawn, turned over, changed his position, and before long, he fell asleep again.

It's just… for the Dursley family, this night was destined to be a sleepless night.