Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

"Looks good!"

Harry stood up, grabbing the shirt by the shoulders and stretching his arms out.

He looked it up and down carefully. Although the shirt was just an ordinary, unremarkable one, the look of surprise in Harry's eyes didn't diminish.

Immediately, he couldn't wait to put it on.

Only… it seemed a little small.

Harry took a deep breath and sucked in his stomach.

After putting the shirt on, he felt his whole body was tightly constricted, and even moving his arms became quite difficult.

Despite this, when he looked down and saw Dobby's expectant expression, the smile on his face remained bright.

"Just right!"

He nodded, signaling to Dobby.

Hearing Harry's words, Dobby finally seemed relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dobby was worried Mr. Harry wouldn't like it. Seeing Mr. Harry likes it so much, Dobby is relieved."

After speaking, he plopped back down on the bed.

"This shirt is so nice, I think I should wait to wear it until my birthday… For now, I should fold it up and put it away."

Feeling like he was about to suffocate, Harry quickly found a reason, and while speaking, struggled to take off the shirt and put on his original clothes.

"Phew…"

He breathed out a large breath, finally feeling much more comfortable.

Quickly putting the shirt on the bed, Harry immediately looked up at the gift from Mr. Charlie.

"Now it's time to open Mr. Charlie Black's gift!!"

Seeming to notice Harry's gaze, Dobby excitedly jumped off the bed again, and encouraged him, "Mr. Harry, hurry and open it! Dobby guesses Mr. Charlie has prepared a lot of good things for you!"

Listening to Dobby's words, Harry carefully picked up the slightly deformed gift box.

After a moment's hesitation, he shook his head, took a deep breath, and with great willpower, put the gift back on the bed.

"…Let's just wait. I think I'll open Mr. Charlie's gift on my birthday."

Hearing this, Dobby, who was originally a bit excited, stopped.

He scratched his head, not quite understanding Harry's purpose in doing so.

After all, house-elves didn't really understand the meaning of a human's so-called birthday. Nor could they understand the meaning of such strange human rituals.

In their opinion, receiving a gift is a happy thing. Opening a gift should make one even happier!

As for keeping a gift and deliberately waiting to open it later, that was just too strange.

Dobby's ears drooped down a little, but he didn't say much, just nodded.

"Okay, anyway, it's Mr. Harry's gift, Mr. Harry can open it whenever he wants."

Harry smiled, not saying anything more, but first folded the shirt Dobby gave him and placed it on the bed.

Then he carefully moved the unopened gift under the pillow.

He tucked the quilt in, leaving a slight gap, to prevent Dudley from finding it.

Although according to the current situation, let alone entering Harry's room to find things, Dudley couldn't help but shudder in fear whenever he met Harry.

But to be on the safe side, he decided he should take strict precautions. After all, it was the first birthday gift he had received…

After everything was done, Harry, who finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and looked at Dobby again.

At this moment, Dobby was standing on a small stool not far away, looking around the room, seemingly full of curiosity about this dusty place.

"Sorry, the room is a bit dirty…"

Harry scratched his head a little embarrassedly. Although the dirty and messy environment here didn't have much direct relationship with him, he still explained,

"I was planning to clean it…"

While speaking, he stretched out his finger and pointed to the broom and mop that had just been casually thrown aside.

"But then you came."

"Cleaning?"

Hearing Harry's words, Dobby's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Let Dobby do it!"

While speaking, he didn't wait for Harry's reply, but as if it was only natural, he stretched out his hand and waved it sharply at the broom and mop lying on the ground!

Suddenly, the cleaning tools seemed to be injected with a soul. With a slight tremor, they actually stood up straight from the ground on their own.

Harry opened his eyes wide, subconsciously holding his breath, and couldn't help but look at Dobby.

Although he vaguely guessed a lot, whether it was Mr. Charlie or the sudden appearance of Dobby, they were definitely not like the ordinary people he had encountered in his previous life.

But guessing was guessing, everything was a conception completed in his mind.

And having lived in the Muggle world all his life, it was naturally the first time he had seen such a magical scene…

If he had to describe it, it was like watching a magical close-up magic show. (Although he had never seen any magic shows, he had only heard about it when Dudley and his friends were bragging about their experiences of going to see live magic shows…)

That wasn't all. Under Harry's dumbfounded expression, Dobby began to skillfully direct them, cleaning the entire room.

"This… what is this!?"

Harry blinked, then took off his glasses and wiped them with his clothes before putting them back on. Only with great difficulty did he finally confirm that this was not some kind of magic trick.

"Magic!"

Dobby replied.

While speaking, he put down his raised hand and turned his head to look at Harry. Then he stopped paying attention to the broom and mop that were working on their own.

"You're a wizard!?!"

Harry felt his heart was about to jump out, and the excitement in his eyes became even more difficult to suppress.

It seemed even happier than when he received his birthday gifts.

"No! How could that be!?!"

Dobby was startled by Harry's shocking words and quickly shook his head, explaining in surprise,

"I'm just a house-elf…"

Speaking of which, he scratched his head again, as if thinking that Mr. Harry probably couldn't understand the meaning of a house-elf too much at this time, so he continued to explain,

"Just a wizard's servant…"

"Wizard…" Harry murmured the word.

"So… Mr. Charlie is actually a wizard!?!"

"Of course!" This time Dobby nodded without hesitation, and the admiration in his eyes was also undisguised.

"Mr. Charlie Black is the most powerful wizard… He is the most respected of all wizards!!!"