Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

The midday sun shone brightly. Following Charlie's instructions from the morning, Russell quietly left him after he finished eating, allowing him some time to rest.

Charlie drew the thick curtains to block the glaring sunlight from outside. After yawning, he closed his eyes, found a comfortable position, and dozed off at his long desk, drifting into dreamland.

… … … …

Due to the holiday, there were no Muggle employees in the factory at this time. Even the house-elves lacked their usual energy and vitality from the previous night's revelry. When the clock chimed, they all walked off the assembly line in twos and threes, heading towards the cafeteria, planning to take a good nap after lunch to recover from the exhaustion of the night before.

However, just as the factory lost its usual liveliness and became exceptionally quiet, in the deepest part of the factory, in the area used only by the house-elves, two figures, one short and one fat, paced back and forth in the second-floor corridor.

"Aren't the Muggles supposed to be sleeping today? If I remember correctly, you shouldn't start working until tomorrow."

Peng Peng opened his mouth wide without any regard for appearances, yawned hugely, then looked up at Dursley beside him, and couldn't help but complain.

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It seemed that he had been stopped by the other man just as he was about to go back to rest.

Compared to Peng Peng, who exuded exhaustion from head to toe, Dursley, on the other hand, appeared to be in a completely different state. ♦ ♦     ♦ ♦

His face was rosy, and he had a smile on his face. While listening to Peng Peng speak, he couldn't help but touch his hair, which he had styled with hair wax that morning, and his neatly trimmed mustache. Even the clothes he wore had been changed from the old suit he had always worn to a new, high-end one. Compared to before, he looked five or six years younger.

Even Peng Peng, who was normally oblivious to a fault, was taken aback when he first saw him. He looked him up and down no less than five or six times before he finally dared to confirm that the fat man in front of him was indeed the same Vernon Dursley he had known before.

"Isn't it… Mr. Black said yesterday that he wanted me to be the director of the new department… … … … I was thinking, it would be better to come over earlier and prepare some things so as not to cause trouble tomorrow."

As Dursley spoke, he reached into the pocket of his suit, rummaged for a moment, and then took out a letter. After hesitating for a while, he finally chose to hand it to Peng Peng.

"Huh?"

Peng Peng, who was originally so sleepy that tears were streaming down his face, looked at the letter that suddenly appeared in front of him, and was a little confused for a moment.

He opened his drooping eyelids halfway, first glanced at Dursley, and seeing that the other's expression was tangled with a bit of constipation, he raised his eyebrows, slowly took the letter from the other's hand, and casually asked,

"What's this?"

"A letter… … … …"

Looking at the short and capable house-elf Peng Peng in front of him, and recalling the pleading and threatening words his sister Marge Dursley had said when she left last night, Dursley's heart at this moment could not be described as mixed feelings. It was simply a dog's breakfast, and even the joy of being promoted to supervisor had dissipated a bit.

, - * ' ^ ' ~ * -. , _ , .- * ~   ~ * -. , _ , .- * ~ ' ^ ' * - , In the end, he only managed to spit out a word in a muffled voice.

He really didn't understand what kind of aesthetic his sister had, and why she had taken a liking to Peng Peng, whom she had only met once by chance?

The key was that this misunderstanding was so subtle that he couldn't even explain it.

After all, as someone who had previously had a 120% resistance to the magical world, he had no doubt what Marge's reaction would be when she found out about this… Moreover, the factory had regulations as early as the time of employment.

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If he really revealed matters of the magical world to unrelated people, not only would he not have to do this job, but he might also have the Obliviate spell used to erase all memories of this place from the violator.

And at this time, Dursley, who was working hard, had no worries, and was about to be promoted and get a raise and reach the peak of his life, how could he accept such consequences?!

Therefore, after seeing that even coaxing and deceiving could not change the determination in Marge's heart, Dursley weighed the pros and cons and finally decided to give the letter to Peng Peng.

As for what kind of oolong these two people would create… he couldn't care less. At worst, he would find a chance to explain it to Marge later!

However, when Peng Peng asked whose letter it was, he ultimately played a trick and explained to the simple house-elf.

"My sister… you've met her, it's Marge who was at the door yesterday… She said she wanted to become… friends with you. Yes, it's friends, the kind of good friends who keep in touch by writing letters. Of course, if you don't want to, you can just throw it away, ha, haha, it's actually not a big deal."

After saying that, he nervously rubbed his hands together, and even the smile on his face lost its previous naturalness and became a bit stiff. Then, with a nervous and somewhat "sincere" complex gaze, he looked at Peng Peng.

Unexpectedly, after hearing his words, Peng Peng was stunned for a moment. Then, under Dursley's visible gaze, Peng Peng's eyes began to gradually widen, and one could even faintly see light blooming from the deepest part of his eyes. The smile on his face also changed from the original impatience to a big smile.

"A new Muggle friend?"

He subconsciously asked Dursley again.

"Um… yes." Dursley was a little guilty when the pair of eyes staring straight at him flickered. After feeling helpless, he subconsciously shifted his gaze to the side and repeated with a dry smile.

"I have a new Muggle friend again? … … … …"

Peng Peng withdrew his gaze and stared intently at the letter in his hand, as if looking at something particularly sacred, and muttered.

"Sure enough, you Dursleys are all born good people!"

For some reason, a sense of danger surged in Dursley's heart. Seeing the other party's performance, he suddenly thought of some particularly bad future. Just as he was about to open his mouth to remedy the situation, he only heard Peng Peng say,

"Mr. Black plans to give you the office at the end of the corridor. If you want to see it, go see it yourself! I won't accompany you, I'm going to see what my friend wrote to me!"

After saying that, Dursley saw Peng Peng take the letter and run away along the corridor without looking back, while running and shouting happily,

"I have a new friend!

Peng Peng has a new friend!

!"

Leaving Vernon Dursley alone, staring at the other's distant back, he could only widen his eyes for a moment and feel the silence in the factory alone.