Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 48 Birthday Cake
The huge Hagrid stood in the principal's office, but he still looked like a student who had made a mistake.

He lowered his head, resentfully daring not to look up at Dumbledore in front of him.

Two huge hands closed in front of him.The fingers as thick as carrots were entangled unconsciously, anxiously waiting for their release.

However, Dumbledore didn't reprimand him as Hagrid imagined.

He just sighed slightly, sniffing the smell of alcohol in the air that accompanied Hagrid into the office.

Dumbledore can naturally guess where he just came back from...

I saw his eyes lowered again.

He stretched out his hand to open all the half-open drawers and rummaged through them, and took out a few crystal hard candies from inside.

Holding the hard candy in his hand, Dumbledore stood up from his seat and walked in front of Hagrid.

Gently opened the pair of palms that were about the size of a brown bear's claws, and stuffed the sugar into them under Hagrid's ashamed gaze.

"Charlie sent me a little bit of some of their specialty products the other day..."

While talking, Dumbledore paused, thought for a while before continuing
"You can try this... it's delicious, although I still prefer their weird explosion candies."

After speaking, he patted Hagrid's hand, raised his head, and looked at the other party.

In those eyes that have experienced a century, there is indescribable gentleness and wisdom
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Xiaohuijin District, Privet Drive
Into the night
In Harry's room, the lights went out.The curtains were drawn tightly to prevent any light from coming in.

In the darkness where you can't reach your fingers, there are only a few whispers of conversation, and the movement of bumping into the table or the bed from time to time, which can prove that the owner of this room is not falling asleep like in the past at this moment...

Harry sat cross-legged on an old carpet, listening to Dobby, who didn't know what he was messing with not far away, while feeling a little excited in his heart, he couldn't help but feel secretly amused.

"Dobby... Actually, there is no need to do this, you have already given me a gift."

Harry said softly

"No!"

Directly opposite Harry, Dobby's voice also came out.

"Dobby wants to prepare Mr. Potter... an unforgettable birthday!!"

Dobby lowered his sharp voice as much as possible, deliberately creating a sense of mystery.

While talking, Harry could clearly hear his hands seemed to be tinkering with something, and there was some faint movement.

Even though he said, "There's no need to prepare any more surprises for him." However, at this moment, Harry couldn't help but start to look forward to it.

"Okay! Mr. Potter! Please close your eyes!"

Listening to the other party's voice, Harry took a deep breath, nodded, and closed his eyes truthfully.

Soon, Harry heard a crisp finger snap coming from his ear.

"Are you snapping your fingers? Dobby." He pursed his lips and couldn't help asking
"Yes! That's right!" Dobby's voice sounded again.

"Come on! Open your eyes, Mr. Harry!"

Hearing Dobby's permission, Harry suppressed the involuntary thoughts in his heart again, and slowly opened his eyes.

The moment his eyes opened, Harry's pupils couldn't help shrinking, and he subconsciously held his breath.

Before his eyes, the first thing he saw was a ray of orange flames.The flames trembled faintly in the air, and finally stabilized after a while.

The flames gave off a faint but warm light, shining on Harry's immature face.

It also covered the originally dark room with a hazy thin light.

It's a piece of cake - a small piece of birthday cake with candles stuck in it.

Dobby carefully held the cake in his hand and handed it to Harry.

"Happy Birthday! Mr. Potter!!!"

There was a bright smile on that dirty face, even though it was still pitifully ugly, but in Harry's eyes at this moment, it was a beauty that he had never seen before.

"Dobby! Where did you find it!?"

Harry's eyes were slightly red.

He tried his best to suppress the voice that was about to scream, and couldn't help asking with a little trembling.

"Dobby... Dobby is a smart elf! A smart elf naturally has its way."

Dobby raised his head and said so with a proud expression.

Of course it was impossible for him to tell Harry that today was their little master's school entrance feast... His master specially ordered a three-tiered cake for the little master!

And this piece was a small piece that I sneaked back into the house and secretly cut off when no one noticed.

As for the candle, it happened to meet Mr. Black when he came back.

After listening to its thoughts, Mr. Black casually picked up a silver fork, rubbed the silver fork in his hand, and turned it into a candle stuck on the cake at the moment...

Harry may not be able to imagine what a three-tiered cake should look like, even though he is holding one of them at the moment.

Because even his cousin's birthday cake was nothing more than a deluxe version with double cream and chocolate.

But none of that mattered anymore... Harry didn't know about it, and wouldn't even care if he did.

Because right now, his heart is completely filled with this pitifully small cake, and there is no extra space for other things.

No matter how precious those things are...

"Come, Mr. Potter! Come and blow out the candles!"

Dobby said as he carefully placed the cake on the floor between the two of them.

The joy in that tone sounded like it was his own birthday.

"Ok!"

Harry nodded seriously, then bent down and got close to the cake.

I don't know if it was because of too much excitement or because of the candlelight, Harry's face was extremely red at this moment.

He looked at the tiny flame solemnly, as if he wanted to imprint it deeply in his heart.

Then, Harry closed his eyes again.Take a deep breath...

"Hoo!"

The candle goes out...

And at the same time, the moment the candle goes out...

With a snap of the fingers, the lights that had been extinguished turned on again, regaining their previous brilliance.

"We can share this cake!"

Harry couldn't wait to stand up and pulled the extinguished candle from the cake.

He broke it into two halves, big and small, and handed over the big half.

Dobby took the piece of cake from Harry's hands, and couldn't help the redness in his eyes for a moment.

"Dobby is very happy to meet Mr. Potter."

Dobby looked at Harry sincerely.

"Although we are leaving soon, Dobby will definitely come to see Mr. Potter again, I promise! Mr. Potter and Dobby are friends forever!"

"Me too, we're friends forever."

After finishing speaking, the two of them bit off the cake in their hands together.

(End of this chapter)