Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

Dursley, being an ordinary man, had never seen such a scene before.

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For a moment, his mind went blank and he slumped to the ground. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, along his thick nose, and finally disappeared into his dense beard.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His face was flushed red from holding his breath. After a while, he finally regained his senses and repeated,

"You… you're here to pick up Harry?"

"Yes, that's right…"

Seemingly used to the fear displayed by Dursley, Hagrid wasn't in a hurry. He simply plopped down on the nearby sofa and nodded honestly.

However, just as Hagrid finished speaking, the expression on Dursley's face subtly changed. His eyes gradually regained focus, and a glimmer of hope appeared.

"So… you'll take that little… Harry away, right?!"

Dursley quickly and somewhat clumsily scrambled up from the ground. In his excitement, he didn't care about anything else and hurried over to Hagrid, afraid he had misheard and quickly asked again.

Hagrid, on the other hand, was a little baffled by Dursley's sudden approach and subconsciously shifted his position uncomfortably.

He carefully examined the Muggle in front of him, but couldn't figure out what tricks he was playing. So, he simply nodded silently, without saying anything else.

Harry, who had noticed the commotion early on, put the gift he was about to unwrap back under his pillow and ran out of his room.

At this moment, he was timidly hiding at the top of the stairs, carefully observing the commotion coming from downstairs.

When he heard Hagrid's rough voice explaining his intentions to Dursley in the living room, Harry's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

He poked his head out, his eyes sparkling, but he didn't immediately jump out to leave with him. Instead, he curiously began to examine the appearance of the visitor…

A huge body, a messy beard, curly hair that was casually draped behind him, and a jacket that looked like it was popular in the eighties…

Is this really a wizard?

A thought couldn't help but pop up in Harry's mind.

Although he didn't look like an ordinary person, he was very different from the image of a wizard he had imagined.

Due to his preconceived notions, all of his fantasies about wizards these past few days had been based on the image of Charlie Black. In his opinion, wizards should all look like that.

Even if they were different, they would probably just change their clothes to robes and wear a large-brimmed magic hat.

However, unfortunately, during his first official contact with the wizarding world, the fantasy in his mind was completely shattered…

Downstairs, Hagrid's conversation with Dursley continued.

Dursley nodded frantically, making what was almost the most decisive decision of his life. He looked at Hagrid, his tone revealing a certain joy.

"That's great!!! You're really a lifesaver for our family!!"

As he spoke, as if this wasn't enough to express the excitement in his heart, he took a few more steps, ran to Hagrid's side, extended his two fat hands, firmly grasped Hagrid's large, calloused hand, and shook it vigorously a couple of times.

"Huh?"

This time, Hagrid was truly stunned… He looked at the man in front of him with a dumbfounded expression, subconsciously trying to pull his hand away, but couldn't manage to do so for a moment.

In fact, before coming here, Hagrid had already made sufficient mental preparations on the way.

He had also carefully done his homework on the family's life, personality, and attitude towards Harry.

So, as soon as he arrived, he immediately made a show of force, directly blowing the Dursleys' door off its hinges.

But now, looking at it… it seemed, it seemed that the difference from what he had imagined was a bit big.

"When are you going to take him away?!"

Dursley looked up at Hagrid, his tone full of hope.

"Uh… right away?"

Faced with Dursley, who was being so cooperative, Hagrid, who had originally planned to play the villain and give them a good scare to vent Harry's grievances over the years, suddenly found it difficult to maintain his composure.

The corner of his eye twitched, he hesitated for a moment, and his tone finally softened.

"Alright!"

Hearing Hagrid's words, Dursley nodded even more readily.

Then, without waiting for Hagrid to say anything else, he directly released Hagrid's hand, turned around, and shouted loudly in the direction of the second floor,

"Harry! Come down quickly, they're here to pick you up."

Harry timidly walked down from the top of the stairs, not saying a word, but the expression he gave his uncle was equally dumbfounded.

To be honest, he had never seen his uncle be so "friendly and kind" to him.

"…" Looking at Harry walking down, Hagrid fell silent.

Originally, according to his initial plan, he would first kick open the door, and then berate the terrible Muggle family, scolding them for their harshness and abuse of Harry over the years.

After scolding them until they were covered in dog blood, he would then change his fierce expression to a kind one, hand the cake in his hand to Harry, and earnestly say "Happy Birthday."

Then, taking his hand, he would begin to tell him about James and Lily.

Until the end, the two of them would get on his motorcycle, just like the fairy tales that many Muggles had imagined, and happily leave here, flying towards the sky.

But now, ever since he kicked open the door, the plot had completely gone wrong.

This extremely cooperative Dursley had completely stumped him, so that after Harry came out, his head was still in a somewhat confused state, and he didn't know what kind of way to introduce himself to Harry.

Finally, in the silence, Harry took the lead in speaking, easing the awkwardness at this time.

"Hello… my name is Harry."

Hearing Harry's soft greeting, Hagrid quickly reacted and hurriedly stood up from the sofa.

"Ah… hello, I'm Hagrid… I'm the Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts…" He opened his mouth, gesticulating awkwardly at Harry for a while.

Suddenly, he thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly turned his head, picked up the cake that had been placed aside, and handed it to Harry.

"Look, Harry! I prepared a cake for you… Happy eleventh birthday!"

Looking at the somewhat simple and honest burly man in front of him, Harry came to his side, but didn't feel any strangeness, but rather an inexplicable sense of closeness.

He reached out and took the cake, smiling very happily.

"Thank you, Hagrid! I didn't expect you to prepare a cake for me too!"

"Too? Am I not the first one?"

Hagrid was stunned again.