Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 36 A Clothes

You know, Dobby doesn't know how to restrain his amazing voice, coupled with his sharp voice.

Almost instantly, it spread to every corner of the house.

Harry's heart couldn't help but twitched, and he didn't care about anything else. He hurried forward, took one of the cleaning tools out of his hand, covered Dobby's mouth, and closed the door " Put it on again with a sound of "Peng".

"...This, you damn little bastard."

Dursley finally couldn't bear it any longer, whether it was the sharp shout or the slamming sound of "Peng" the door, it was like a hammer hammering heavily on his already unhealthy body. on the heart.

He opened his eyes suddenly, turned over on the bed with his arms propped up and sat up.

Immediately afterwards, with a burst of anger, just like in the past, teach Harry Potter a lesson he deserves!

However, just as he was about to go, Petunia who was sleeping next to him grabbed his arm.

At this moment, she also opened her eyes, looking at her angry husband with worry in her eyes.

"Calm down, don't forget, that little bastard..."

"Don't worry!"

However, Dursley, who was still angry, didn't pay attention to his wife's reminder.He exhaled a puff of stale air from his nose, pulled his arm out of her hand, walked towards the door, and said without looking back
"I don't believe it! This little bastard is so lucky every time!!"

After finishing speaking, he pushed open the door and walked straight to the room where Harry was.

"Damn!! You little bastard, what are you doing!! You better not think that there is no one who can control you in this family!! I tell you..."

As he spoke, he knocked open Harry's door with a clamor, and pushed in.

However, when the door opened, Dursley, who was about to step in and give the little bastard a little look, froze in place.

Even what I wanted to say was stuck in my throat, and I didn't say it, but just unconsciously made a "uh, uh, uh" sound.

In the room, Harry and Dobby looked at the opened door together.

In an instant, his face turned from red to pale again.

"hiss!!!!"

With a sudden breath of cold air, he inhaled into his lungs, not daring to hesitate at all.

With a sound of "Bang!", the door that had just been opened was slammed shut again.

Dragging his heavy body, Dursley started to run wildly along the fragile corridor, and ran back to his room in one breath.

He closed the door tightly, he seemed to have not recovered from the scene just now, his eyes widened, and he pressed his body against the door firmly.Then he gasped wildly.

How arrogant she was when she just left, how embarrassed she was when she came back now.

"What happened? Honey!?"

Petunia also sat up, frowning into knots, looking at Dursley who seemed to be frightened by the door, and asked hurriedly.

"he……"

Dursley opened his mouth, his voice trembling beyond recognition.

"That guy... he's already started trying to summon demons in his room!!!!"

"what!?!?"

Petunia screamed and jumped off the bed, looking at each other in shock.

"it is true……"

Dursley swallowed, nodded desperately, and then continued
"I saw it, I saw it..."

"What did you see!?"

"I saw him in the room! With the same horror ritual as in the TV, I summoned the hell kid!!!!!!!"

"puff"

Petunia rolled her eyes again and passed out on the ground.

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

In the room, Harry and Dobby looked at each other and couldn't help but smile at each other.

"So...is this also in Mr. Black's plan?"

Little Harry smiled very happily. He hugged this weird-looking creature, and he didn't feel scared at all, but rather kind.

"what?"

Dobby froze for a moment, then seemed to understand something, nodded quickly, and said sincerely.

"Of course! Of course! All this is Mr. Black's idea, and he asked me to send you a special gift!"

While speaking, he took out the exquisite gift box from his pillowcase.

It's a pity that because the journey was not very smooth, the gift box was deformed by Dobby's pressure on the bumpy way, and it looked crumpled, not as delicate as the one that just arrived in Dobby's hands.

Dobby looked at the ugly gift box, his huge ears drooped in frustration.

"Oh my God... Dobby is such a bad elf."

"It's ok!"

But Harry obviously didn't think about it so much. He smiled with surprise, his little face turned red with excitement.

He didn't care how the gift box became, the important thing was that this was the first official gift he received! !And it was given to him by Mr. Charlie Black!

He hurriedly took the gift box from Dobby's hand, and embraced it excitedly.

You can feel that the box is heavy.

Seeing the excited Harry, Dobby, who was still feeling guilty, felt much better.

"Mr. Charlie said that he couldn't rush over to celebrate your birthday because of some things...so I'll give you this and wish you a happy birthday in advance!"

"Thank you!!! I'm so happy!"

Harry listened to Dobby's words, and nodded frantically, as if Charlie was right in front of him, saying the same thing to him.

"Oh! And Dobby..."

Dobby thought of something... His drooping ears rose again.

Then he hastily dug out another crumpled gift from the pillowcase.

But compared to Charlie's well-prepared gift, the packaging of this one looks obviously just made.

I used a newspaper I found somewhere, wrapped the original thing tightly, and then imitated Charlie’s gift, found a string to tie it tightly, and delivered it to Harry’s hands like this .

"Thank you! Dobby! We've only just met!"

But even so, Harry was still extremely happy, holding Dobby's gift solemnly with both hands, his eyes were as bright as stars hidden inside.

He was holding two gifts, and at this moment, it was as if he had the whole world.

"Can I open presents?!"

Suddenly, Harry raised his head again, looked at Dobby, and asked excitedly

"Of course!"

Dobby nodded quickly, and then said
"You can dismantle Dobby first! Dobby has prepared for you what Dobby wants most!"

"What do you want most?"

Hearing Dobby's words, Harry, with faint curiosity, tore open the newspaper held outside the gift.

Under the wrapping of layers of newspapers, is a piece of clothing that has not yet torn off the price tag - a piece of clothing that is so ordinary that it cannot be more ordinary
(End of this chapter)