Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 206 My Dear Baby Nephew Dudley
The warm grape aroma mixed with a cheap intoxication is fermenting quietly, filling every corner of the car.

During the jolt, the calm red liquid in the disposable paper cup rippled slightly, making the cheeks of the two people reflected on it even more blurred.

"What are you going to treat me to today?"

In Charlie's car, Ryan didn't feel overly restrained. He took off his down jacket and threw it aside, then leaned lazily on the backrest, and looked at his brother who was also leisurely beside him with a smile on his face.

Charlie, who just raised the paper cup and wanted to take a sip, paused for a moment. After thinking for a while, he replied softly

"I asked Russell to buy a 23kg turkey - it's roasting in the kitchen now, and when we get back, we should be able to eat it fresh from the oven."

"It weighs 23 kilograms!?" Ryan opened his eyes in disbelief, looking at the other party suspiciously
"Are you kidding? The two of us, even with Russell, probably won't be able to finish it..."

"Who said it's just you and me?"

Charlie shook his head, glanced at Ryan amusedly, then turned his head and looked out the window.

The still warm red wine, accompanied by the subtle taste, quietly dispelled the chill that was wrapped around me when I got off the car, making people feel comfortable from the inside out.

"Huh..." The white breath was spit out lightly, and Charlie continued to speak unhurriedly as he looked at the street view buildings that were retreating rapidly.

"I'm not the only one who invited you this time...I guess the other guests are also on their way to the banquet at this time?"

"You mean... other guests?"

Hearing this, Ryan, who was lazily sitting on the armchair just a second ago, was stunned for a moment, and then he slowly straightened up as if he had heard some incredible news that was worth taking seriously. The smile on his face disappeared a bit.

Ryan thought he knew this brother from the same family who was not a few months away from him, and even went to school in the same dormitory.

In his opinion, even though he has perfect posture in the eyes of others, even when he speaks, he maintains an amiable elegance and exquisite familiarity.But in fact, in his heart, Charlie's arrogance has never been lower than that of other pure-blood nobles, and even increased a little bit because of his unparalleled talent.

This also led to the fact that during the seven years of campus life, although the name was very famous and sought after by countless people, there were only a handful of little wizards who could really make friends with Charlie Black...

According to his past temperament, he would never invite so-called guests on festivals like Christmas.Even Ryan was invited by him for the first time.So when I received Charlie's news, I was surprised for a long time.

Now, the other party told himself that besides him, this time there are other guests who will come to the factory on the special day of Christmas.

It also had to make Ryan think a little more about it: Is the nature of this gathering not as private as he imagined before, but has risen to a certain level that needs to be taken seriously...

So, before Charlie could say anything more, Ryan continued to ask
"Who else did you invite?"

However, Charlie did not answer, his gaze was still cast out of the window, and his tone was still calm, saying quietly

"You'll know when the time comes."

"You bastard..."

Seeing Charlie's particularly unbeatable gesture, Ryan couldn't help but slapped his mouth.But he had no choice but to drink the red wine that had lost most of its temperature in one gulp, hold back his temper, and quietly waited for the upcoming dinner and the 23-kilogram turkey.

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Privet Drive in Little Whinging
Different from the cheerful festive atmosphere of the neighbors around, Dursley's home is now faintly shrouded in a great depression.

Vernon and Petunia sat stiffly on the sofa in the living room, staring blankly at the twinkling lights on the Christmas tree, but their hearts had already fallen to the bottom.

The hands of the clock on the wall "click click" beat rhythmically, but in the ears of the two of them, it lost the crispness of the past, and there was a bit of untimely noise, like a runaway train that could not stop, driving them away. into the abyss of death.

"How to do?"

After a long silence, Dursley spoke first.

There was a mournful expression in his eyes, and even his tone was extremely weak. He turned his head stiffly and asked his wife
"Sister, she will be here soon."

Petunia seemed to be taken aback... Even though Vernon spoke very slowly, this question, which he was trying to avoid, was still written on her heart, pinching her almost out of breath.

"I... I locked Dudley in his room." Petunia whispered
"Maybe we can tell Maggie...that he went to a classmate's house, or winter camp or something..."

"Can we hide it forever?!"

Vernon Dursley's thick brows were furrowed into a pimple, and the thick beard under his nose also flew to the sides, bobbing up and down in mid-air with the trembling of his cheeks.

He took a deep breath and opened his mouth. Just as he was about to say something, suddenly there was a sudden and shrill sound of brakes outside the gate, but it completely wiped out the last moment he had managed to puff up.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the ground; the sound of the car door being slammed shut; and the sound of "wheezing, wheezing" like a monster... passed through the door in turn and entered the ears of the two.

"It's her who is here!!!"

Petunia's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, she looked at her husband, covered her mouth tightly, and shouted in horror
"Calm down... honey."

Vernon licked his chapped lips, and looked towards the direction of the sound. It seemed that he had passed through the door and saw the figure of his sister Maggie Dursley walking slowly.

For a moment, although he said calmness on his lips, his hands still clenched into fists involuntarily.

"Knock knock..."

Soon the door was knocked, and Maggie's voice came as promised, like a sickle for life.

"Vernon! Maggie! It's me, open the door!"

After finishing speaking, I added another sentence

"I can't wait to see my dear baby nephew Dudley! Dudley, your aunt is here!"

(End of this chapter)