Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

In stark contrast to Harry's current mood, Vernon Dursley lay in bed, his hands and feet ice-cold, feeling as though he had fallen into hell.

His eyes were bloodshot, staring blankly at the ceiling, trying to pretend nothing had happened and go back to sleep, but he couldn't fall asleep at all.

"Dear..."

It was his wife's voice.

Aunt Petunia, who had barely regained consciousness from her faint, spoke with a trembling voice, tinged with a hint of tears.

"What are we going to do... What if he wants to feed us to demons?! My poor Dudley... He's so young! He hasn't even had a chance to enjoy the beauty of life before he's going to be killed by that malicious cousin of his."

As she spoke, Petunia's voice became increasingly choked with emotion, until finally, she burst into tears.

In this state, she was a far cry from the arrogant woman who used to insult Harry.

"That damned little brat... He's just like his mother! Just as evil! Just as hateful..."

Vernon frowned, took a deep breath, and listened to his wife's constant, resentful sobs and incessant curses, his already complicated mood beginning to turn subtly volatile.

"Shut up already!!"

Vernon's caterpillar-like mustache seemed to bristle.

He roared, silencing his wife, who had been crying incessantly.

It should be noted that after so many years of marriage, although they had abused and humiliated Harry in every way, they could be considered a model of a harmonious couple.

Vernon had never yelled at her like this before.

She stared at her husband, her eyes wide with disbelief, and for a moment, she didn't know what to say.

"Sigh..."

Vernon realized he had lost control, sighed wearily, reached out his arm, and pulled his wife close.

"I'm sorry... Petunia..."

Vernon placed a plump arm over his forehead, his other arm around his wife, feeling the chaos in his mind, and simply closed his eyes.

"I think it's time we came up with a plan..."

In such an atmosphere, after a long silence, Vernon finally spoke slowly again.

"He's a terrorist!! He's more terrifying than those Middle Easterners! We have to subdue him! Or make him leave us!!"

"...Huh?"

Petunia had now recovered from her earlier excitement, although the thought of having a little devil in the room not far away still made her tremble slightly. But she was able to think for herself again.

"But... what are we going to do?"

"Hmm..."

As if having made a decision, Vernon paused for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes.

"Get up!"

As he spoke, he expertly swung his body off the bed, putting on his clothes as he said to Petunia,

"Tell my company I'm taking a day off... I'm going to the little church to ask Father Prout for help."

Having said that, he had already put on all his clothes, picked up his car keys, and was about to leave.

"As for the house..."

He stopped at the door, turned back to look at Petunia sitting on the bed, looking a little lost, and said seriously,

"Everything as usual!"

With that, he resolutely left...

.................

In Harry's room, Harry, who had been chatting with Dobby and asking all sorts of questions like a curious child, suddenly seemed to hear something.

He stopped, ran to the window with some doubt, and looked outside.

He saw Vernon standing outside the house next to his little car, holding his hat, looking deeply at the house, his eyes resolute, not knowing what he was thinking.

When Harry leaned out of the window and looked at him, Vernon's eyes subconsciously met his.

Almost instantly, Vernon, who had been looking at the house, seemed to be stimulated by something, quickly opened the car door, quickly got in, and drove away from his home with a "boom boom boom" sound...

"Strange?"

Harry looked at the receding figure of the car with some doubt, and muttered to himself,

"If I remember correctly, Uncle Vernon should still be lying in bed sleeping at this time?"

But then he shook his head again, discarding this unimportant question, and instead refocused his attention on Dobby.

He asked with great interest,

"How long can you stay here?"

"Uh..."

Dobby hesitated for a moment, held out his fingers, and counted as he said,

"About five or six days!"

It didn't take long for Dobby to give the answer.

"Dobby's master doesn't allow Dobby to appear in front of Mr. Charlie, so he told Dobby to go anywhere he wants..."

"Poor thing..." For some reason, as if seeing his own shadow in Dobby, Harry couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"Your master must not be a good person!" He criticized with some indignation, as if he was standing up for Dobby.

But Dobby was startled by Harry's surprising words.

"Oh! My goodness!!"

He quickly stood up excitedly, desperately covering his ears with both hands, closing his eyes, and his expression crumpled into a ball, becoming particularly painful.

Harry was frightened by Dobby's sudden change, he quickly shut his mouth and ran forward with some worry.

"What's wrong, Dobby! ?"

Suddenly, Dobby, who had been covering his ears, let go of his hands, and then, under Harry's stunned gaze, directly crashed into the wall.

"Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!!"

Dobby screamed, shouting as he continued to desperately hit his head against the wall, even though his head was already faintly red, he showed no sign of stopping.

Harry desperately pulled at Dobby, who was stubbornly hitting the wall, and quickly tried to persuade him.

"Stop! Dobby! Stop! My aunt will hear you!!"

But he didn't expect that Dobby, a skinny and weak house-elf who was even smaller than him, could have so much strength at this time.

Harry gritted his teeth and finally managed to pull him back from the wall with great effort.

...

"Oh... my goodness..."

Aunt Petunia, who was lying alone in bed, heard the "bang bang bang" noise coming from Harry's room again, and the faint, ear-piercing screams.

Her heart leaped into her throat.

She curled up in bed, closed her eyes in pain, and wrapped herself tightly in the blanket.

"That little brat... he's trying to summon demons again!!"