Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

Indeed, just as Charlie had expected, the Minister of Magic, Fudge, personally endorsing the product was a move that astonished the wizards of the magical world.

The next day, in just one morning, the Daily Prophet and the candy factory received no fewer than a hundred letters.

A vast flock of owls almost completely covered the walls.

Without exception, the contents of the letters all inquired about when the candy Fudge had eaten would be available for purchase.

Watching Russell lead a group of house-elves as they hurriedly wrote replies at the table, Charlie couldn't help but chuckle.

He lowered his head, glanced at the crystal-clear candy in his hand, and put it in his mouth.

Enjoying the fragrance and sweetness it contained, everything was self-evident.

… … … … … … … … … … … … …

Just as Charlie was feeling cheerful, at the Dursleys' home on Privet Drive, Vernon and his son Dudley were lounging on the sofa, enjoying a relaxing Sunday while reading the latest issue of the Daily Prophet.

"Haha! Look, the candy he's eating is the product our factory has been producing recently."

Rustling the newspaper, Dursley said with a beaming smile, and handed the newspaper to Dudley beside him.

"What is it?!"

Dudley seemed very excited. Perhaps due to his father's influence, or perhaps because he was simply too bored at home, he also had a great interest in things from the magical world. Upon hearing Dursley's words, he immediately abandoned the cartoon playing on TV, wiggled his fat bottom, and moved closer to the other side.

Seeing this, Dursley had no choice but to move his body as well, so that Dudley could be more comfortable.

"Squeak, squeak…"

As the two large bodies began to move, the sofa, which was already bearing an unbearable weight, emitted a miserable groan of spring compression.

Having seen too many bizarre things in the magical world, Dursley was gradually less concerned about his son's pig-like appearance.

On the contrary, after looking at it for a long time, it seemed even more harmonious than his previous face. … According to what he told his wife not long ago, "Actually, he's quite cute."

With wide eyes, Dudley stared intently at the Daily Prophet in Dursley's hand.

Of course, he wasn't interested in the news above, but simply liked the magical pictures that moved.

Originally, everything was quite harmonious, until he saw the strange old man take out a piece of candy from his pocket and happily put it in his mouth, Dudley's saliva couldn't help but flow out.

He smacked his lips, and his eyes were instantly filled with a light called longing.

The next second, Dudley suddenly raised his hand and snatched the newspaper Dursley was holding. Then, after crumpling it a few times, he threw it directly into his mouth.

"Damn it, Dudley, what are you doing?! Spit it out."

Dursley was frightened by this sudden action. For a moment, he couldn't care about anything else, and hurriedly grabbed Dudley's nose, forcibly pulling the newspaper out a second before it was about to be swallowed down his throat.

"I want to eat! ! Dad, I want to eat Charlie's candy!!!"

The newspaper was snatched away, and Dudley no longer tried to snatch it back. Instead, he looked at his father and began to roll around on the ground, crying and wailing.

To be honest, it can't be blamed on Dudley for behaving so miserably at this moment.

You must know that originally, as a Charlie's Candy enthusiast, he used to eat two or three hazelnut chocolates plus other miscellaneous candies almost every day.

However, since turning into this appearance, let alone his favorite hazelnut chocolate, even the rest of them, as long as they were associated with the name Charlie Burke, Petunia would no longer let him eat even half a bite.

At first, he had also considered eating other candies to replace Charlie's products.

Unfortunately, he couldn't find a comparable brand. Every time he put it in his mouth, he would subconsciously compare it with Charlie's, either it was too sweet, or the milk flavor was not strong enough, or it was not smooth enough.

Over time, although there were no superficial changes on the surface, the obsession with Charlie's Candy in his heart was gradually accumulated.

Until this time, he saw the chubby old man in the photo enjoying the candy, and the longing that had been endured for several months finally erupted completely at this moment, turning into a strong sense of grievance, filling his brain.

Just imagine, his father is an employee of the Charlie's Candy Factory, but he, as a son, can't even eat a piece of candy. How ironic is that?!

"Oh my… darling."

What Dursley couldn't stand the most was seeing his little darling in such a pitiful state. His heart suddenly felt like it had been slashed hard by something, becoming uncomfortable.

Frowning, looking at Dudley who was crying and making noise non-stop, after a long while, Dursley finally sighed and chose to compromise.

"Okay, baby, don't cry. Look what this is?"

Saying that, he reached into his pocket, rummaged for a while, and took out a palm-sized flat iron box.

He picked up the iron box and shook it at Dudley. The iron box immediately made a "clatter" sound of something colliding together.

Looking at his father's actions, Dudley subconsciously stopped crying, blinked his eyes, raised his head, and looked in the direction of the sound.

"Inside here are the violet candies that just appeared in the newspaper… I originally planned to wait until Christmas to give them to you as a gift to celebrate your success in returning to normal."

Dursley smiled, gently supporting Dudley's shoulders, letting him sit back on the sofa.

"Re… Really?"

There was light in Dudley's eyes. He looked at his father in disbelief, sniffing as he stammered.

"Of course!"

Dursley's smile deepened, his waist straightened a lot, and the pride mixed in his tone was even more moving.

Saying that, he gently opened the iron box, revealing several crystal-clear candies inside, and the unique fragrance that belonged to it spread around, filling the entire room…

"Thank you! Dad! You are the best dad in the world!"

Dudley jumped up from the sofa and pounced heavily on Dursley, kissing him hard on the face.

Although for Dursley, the experience of being nuzzled on the face by a pig's head was quite wonderful, he couldn't help but feel happy because of his son's intimacy.

However, just as he carefully handed the iron box to Dudley, a sudden scream disrupted the original warmth and emotion.

"No!!! ! ! ! Dudley! Vernon! What are you doing?!"

Petunia, who had just heard the noise and walked down from upstairs, stopped at the stairwell with a scream, her eyes widened, her face full of unacceptable expressions, watching the two's actions.

At the same time, Dudley and Dursley's hearts suddenly rose up in unison.

At this time, Dudley was the first to react.

Without hesitation, he quickly snatched the iron box containing the candy from Dursley's hand, and then in front of Petunia, he suddenly opened his mouth and poured all the small box of candy into his mouth.

While stuffing it, he shouted vaguely at his mother, who was running down the stairs quickly trying to stop him.

"You can never stop me!! As long as I'm alive, I must eat Charlie's Candy!! Otherwise, my life will lose its original fun!!"

After saying that, whether it was under the blessing of the candy, the fat body burst out with unprecedented potential for a while.

Throwing the iron box aside, covering his mouth, with two "swish swish" sounds, he broke through Petunia's obstruction, ran upstairs in a puff of smoke, and went back to his room.

He began to lock the door and slowly savor the taste of the candy in his mouth.