Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 139 It Can't Be Worse Anyway
The news that Charlie's Factory is hiring Muggles and Squibs is like a stone breaking a calm river.The ripples spread out round and round, and later, although it was not as turbulent as it was at the beginning, it still caused the entire magic world to surge with it...

Russell returned to the factory, brought two stacks of job advertisements taller than him, and came to Charlie's office, and delivered them to his master.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Charlie nodded with a smile, picked up one casually, and looked at it slowly.

The quality of the job posting was good and everything was exactly what Charlie asked for in the first place.

In addition, Gu Fei also deliberately used a few small magics on the basis of the original recruitment notice... to fill it with a bit of the unique flavor of the wizarding world.

"Well done."

Charlie raised his eyebrows and boasted with a smile, but he had already started to ponder in his heart. If there is such a thing next time, can he ask the "Daily Prophet" to help him.

After all, although the elves are obedient, they are extremely efficient.But you also have to admit that in some respects, they and human aesthetics simply cannot communicate.

Often, the candy packaging that a few elves racked their brains overnight, or the promotional posters, are full of indescribable words in my eyes.

Ever since Fudo uttered the slogan "It's so delicious that you want to be torn apart by five horses", he never asked them to continue to deal with this kind of incident. As long as it involves publicity or design issues, all It was done by the director Charlie himself...

While thinking, Charlie pulled out a bound document from the neatly stacked papers beside his desk and sent it to Russell.

"This is the family data of all Muggle-born wizards in the British wizarding world, or some Muggle data that have a special connection with the wizarding world."

"Think of a way to get these job postings out to every Muggle up here."

Russell raised his head, quickly took the document with both hands, opened the first page, opened his eyes and began to carefully examine the densely packed lines of names and detailed addresses.

"Are these all there?" While watching, Russell couldn't help being surprised, and asked in a curious tone
"Master, why do you have this file?"

Charlie's tone remained the same, and he sat back on his office chair and replied casually.

"Do you think that the Muggle Issues Mediation Committee is just for nothing? Apart from responding to special incidents related to Muggles, their main job is to supervise Muggles related to wizards to prevent the exposure of the wizarding world. .”

"Is that so..."

Russell raised his head, a look of understanding appeared in his eyes.

"Then I'll do it!"

Without saying anything else, after accepting Charlie's task, Russell clapped his hands lightly.

All the recruitment notices piled up around him floated into the air, and then they followed behind it and left Charlie's office together.

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Today, in Xiaohuijin District, the sky is still the same as before.Even though the sun was rising, it was still not as bright as imagined, only a little more radiant.

"Baby Dudley, Vernon, come down to dinner."

Number four, Privet Drive, the Dursleys' house, Aunt Petunia's voice came from the kitchen.

At this moment, her tone of voice was far from being as sharp as it was when she first faced Harry. It was much lower than before. There was a touch of tiredness and calm in her voice, and she seemed to have lost her former style.

As her voice passed through the floor, she came to the second floor of the house.

Soon, Dudley's otherwise quiet room began to stir.

As the 11-year-old boy woke up, the solid wooden bed creaked as if under some great pressure.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes from the initial trance, put on his clothes skillfully, then turned over, and with a muffled "plop", he stood on the floor.

The current Dudley, compared to the beginning of the summer vacation, has gained a lot of weight... Even in terms of body shape, he is almost close to his father, Vernon Dursley.

On his face, he still maintains the look of a pig's head, and because he has gained a lot of weight, his image of a pig's head is even more lifelike.

In fact, it's not Dudley's fault...Because of Charlie's magic, he hasn't stepped out of the house for several months, and even important events such as Smelting Middle School were rejected by his parents for various reasons. The school shirked it in exchange for a one-year leave of absence.

During the past few months, Vernon quit his good job and began to travel to various places, trying every means to find the antidote for that piece of magic chocolate.

Whether it is a wizard, a priest, a priest, or even a gypsy, with the attitude of going to the doctor after a long illness, as long as the other party has a little reputation and claims that he has some kind of magical power, he will drive there no matter how far away, especially Invite it to your own home to heal your child.

Among these people, there are not many wizards or other professions that do have real materials.

But Charlie is Charlie after all... Even in the entire British wizarding world, if you want to find a master of magic who is more superb than him, there are only a handful of them.

Not to mention, in the field of transformation spell, which he is best at.How could those second-rate wizards active in the Muggle world have the chance to crack his magic?

So there is no doubt that these people all ended in failure in the end.

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But what Dursley didn't know was that from the very beginning, this was really just a simple prank by Charlie, and he didn't want to take revenge on the Dursleys or make them bankrupt.

His idea, as he said, was to simply let out a sigh of relief for Harry Potter and teach that little fat cousin who had been bullying him a little lesson.

Therefore, it is extremely simple to break this magic—just eat another piece of Charlie’s hazelnut chocolate.

Considering Dudley's fondness for chocolate, in Charlie's expectation, it would not take long, maybe two or three days, or even half a day at the earliest, before he would return to his original state without any other problems.

So I didn't bother with these anymore.It just so happened that many things happened one after the other, so he took advantage of the situation and completely forgot about it...

Unfortunately, what Charlie didn't expect was that since Dursley and Petunia knew that Charlie's Candy was the property of a wizard merchant, they chose to resolutely abandon all related products at home, and strictly forbade Dab again. Eating any candy from Charlie's, whether it's chocolate or fudge-filled, deprived him of his daily snack list.

In this way, under the coincidence of all kinds of mistakes, the current situation was formed.

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"What's for breakfast today?!"

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Dudley threw off his two thick thighs and rushed from the second floor to the first floor along the stairs.

Every step he took made the ground faintly tremble, accompanied by the painful groan of the wooden stairs, as if they were about to disintegrate on the spot in the next second.

"I made you a bacon burger, fries, and a soufflé."

Petunia smiled and looked at her child.Even if the other party has now turned into a "monster", the love in her eyes has not disappeared in the slightest.

"Did honey be poured on the soufflé!?"

Dudley came to the kitchen table. Hearing Petunia's words, Dudley's eyes lit up. A happy smile filled his face. He licked his lips and continued to ask eagerly.

"of course."

While talking, Petunia opened the jar containing honey, scooped up a thick spoonful, and poured it on the soft soufflé, until the honey dripped down slowly and wantonly, almost covering the entire plate, then she finally He stopped, picked it up, and placed it in front of Dudley.

"Come on, have a taste."

Satisfied, Dabli didn't say anything else, sat in his seat, and began to focus on fighting the delicious food in front of him.

"Good morning, dear……"

A short time later, Vernon came down the stairs too, wearing a pajamas, beard and hair somewhat scraggly.

He pouted his nose to sniff the sweet and oily smell in the air, scratched his stomach, and said unhurriedly.

Since he had already resigned from the company and was concentrating on running around for Dudley's situation, Vernon no longer had to get up early to tidy up, put on formal clothes and get ready to go to work as before.

Instead, I have a lot of time for self-management, so I gradually become unkempt.

"how are you today?"

Petunia heard the sound of Vernon going downstairs, couldn't help but stop what she was doing, and asked.

"Are you going out again?"

"Ah."

Vernon nodded, came to the kitchen, made himself a cup of coffee with the coffee machine, and continued unhurriedly

"A few days ago, the Chinese community over there heard that a Taoist priest came, so I plan to go and have a look."

"Taoist priest?"

A look of surprise appeared on Petunia's face.

"what is that?"

"A believer in a mysterious sect from the ancient East, who believes in ascenders thousands of years ago, who can dispel demons and cure diseases."

Vernon turned around, talking to Petunia.

Although he hadn't found any way to dispel Dudley's magic after several months of running around, he had made up a lot of knowledge about this aspect.

Whether it is religion, belief, or myths and legends, from Europe to Africa, he can tell their history and knowledge at his fingertips.Looks like a master of mysticism...

"Okay, then you..."

Petunia's eyelids drooped a bit, and just as she was about to continue to say something, suddenly, outside the kitchen window, there was a "da da da" knocking sound, which completely interrupted what she was going to say.

Except for Dudley who was still struggling with the honey souffle, Dursley and Petunia all subconsciously turned their heads and cast their gazes in the direction of the voice.

I saw, outside the window, a brown-gray owl was standing on the window sill, looking straight in through the window, watching the people in the room while rhythmically using its curved beak banged on the glass, trying to get attention.

"damn it!!!!"

As if being triggered by some unbearable memory lurking in her brain, Petunia, who was still calm at first, screamed suddenly, her brows raised, her eyes widened, and she stared viciously at the little guy outside, her gaze seemed to be Look at an enemy.

"Those flat-haired bastards raised by the damn wizards! Stay away from our house!!"

Just as she was screaming, she picked up a spatula from the kitchen table and was about to go out to deal with the owl, but Dursley, who was not far from the door, quickly reached out to stop her.

"Hey, don't worry, Petunia. The owl is sacred in the Indian beliefs. They will carve its image into a totem to protect the tribe. If you hurt the owl, you will be cursed by the Indian gods... "

However, Petunia, who was excited, didn't care so much, she struggled and walked towards the door
"If their gods were useful, there would be no boots made of Indian scalps!"

The owl standing on the windowsill didn't stay there.

It croaked twice, and when the two noticed it, it spread its wings, fluttered a few times, and flew straight into the sky, heading for the distance.

After Petunia took the frying shovel and opened the door aggressively, there was only one letter left on the carpet at the door, and there was no owl anymore.

The sudden anger eased a bit, she lowered her head, looked at the letter lying there peacefully, first froze for a moment, then her brows formed into a pimple.

She naturally knew that there was a high probability that this letter was sent by the owl just now.

However, this time, Petunia did not directly shred it or choose to ignore Harry's admission letter as she did before.

She was in a kind of hesitation.After a long time, Petunia finally chose to bend down slowly, and picked up the beautifully wrapped envelope.

"Vernon..."

After closing the door again and looking back at her husband behind her, Petunia felt complicated.

She didn't continue to say anything, but raised the envelope in her hand, and motioned to the other party.

Vernon held the brewed, steaming coffee, raised his eyebrows, and also did not speak.

Both of them looked at the letter, and there was a moment of silence between them.

In the end, it was Vernon who spoke first.

"Open it... and see what's inside. Anyway, it can't be worse, maybe something good will happen?"

He took a sip of the coffee in his cup and said so in a self-deprecating tone.

You know, if it was him before, he would never say such a thing anyway.

(End of this chapter)