Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

“Dursley… and York.”

Suddenly, Kobe's gaze shifted and landed on Dursley, who had a look of amusement on his face, and the coworker next to him.

The two of them shuddered subconsciously, then quickly stood up straight and replied, "Yes! Teacher Kobe!"

"Move aside a bit and squeeze out a job for him."

Kobe said, a smile on his lips, raising his hand to pat Peng Peng's shoulder.

"Hmph…"

Although his face was already dark with anger, Peng Peng still didn't say anything, just turned his head away in resentment, and made no further expression.

Dursley, with his bulging belly, couldn't help but exchange a glance with York beside him, their eyes filled with surprise and resistance…

After all, it's fine if they're all humans; in this factory, you can become friends just by chatting.

But goblins are different… As veteran employees of the candy factory, although no one says anything, when facing them, everyone feels a little insecure.

What's more, it's not hard to guess from the conversation between this little goblin and Kobe… this guy probably has racial discrimination!

Despite this, Kobe had already spoken, and although unwilling, the two of them moved a few steps to either side, creating a space.

Not too big, not too small, just enough space for a little goblin to stand.

Peng Peng turned his head, looked at the empty space, and then took a deep look at the familiar yet unfamiliar production line, feeling a mix of emotions…

You should know that as the former director of the technology department, all production equipment had to go through his processing and inspection before being put into use…

And as the representative of the six goblin supervisors who disliked humans, although Peng Peng couldn't openly oppose Mr. Black, he naturally wouldn't make things too easy for these Muggles and Squibs.

So, based on the original production line, he specially lowered the height of the equipment platform by about five or six centimeters.

In Peng Peng's own opinion, these five or six centimeters were a very precise limit.

It wouldn't have too much impact, but it would force these human employees to lean over slightly while working, unable to stand up straight… It was extremely wicked.

Originally, in his plan, he wanted to use this method to give these humans a warning, to tell them that the goblins living here were not to be bullied!

However, what he didn't expect was… this wicked little design didn't have the intended effect.

The Muggles, who had been beaten in society, didn't feel any discomfort with Peng Peng's calculations, and instead were enthusiastic every day because of the free afternoon tea, relaxed working hours, and generous remuneration, with unstoppable smiles on their faces… naturally selectively ignoring other things.

At that time, this situation had also made Peng Peng couldn't help but doubt himself.

What kind of lives are these guys living in Muggle society? How come they seem even more miserable than those house elves who are slaves outside? Am I being a bit too vicious…?

Life is unpredictable… No one would have thought that the chicken-rib and wicked design from the beginning would provide it with unexpected convenience today, several months later.

Just grab something that looks solid to stand on, and Peng Peng can easily put his hand on the conveyor belt of the production line, which is perfect.

As Peng Peng stood in his future workplace, Kobe didn't say anything more. He just nodded, looked around symbolically, and then started the equipment on the production line, officially starting today's work.

The conveyor belt circulated back and forth, carrying bright and beautiful candies that flashed past him like a fleeting shadow.

"Okay, a new day, let's work hard…"

Peng Peng took a deep breath, cheered himself up, and devoted himself to his work as he had thought yesterday.

Beside him, Dursley skillfully manipulated the candies in his hands, collecting the good ones and discarding the defective ones.

However, while doing his job, he pondered what Penny had said this morning… Christmas is coming in a few days, how can he fulfill the promise to Penny?

Just as he was pondering, Dursley suddenly thought of something. He glanced at Peng Peng, who was bowing his head and carefully picking out unqualified candies, and an idea suddenly arose in his heart.

As a smart person and a former supervisor in a large company, although he looks a bit dull, Dursley is actually much more shrewd than ordinary people.

Although he doesn't know much about this new "coworker" next to him, his few conversations with Kobe are enough for those who are interested to see many things.

First, he knows Kobe's identity. In the candy factory, he is second only to the boss, Charlie Black. However, when facing him, this guy didn't even say a polite word, and even wanted to refuse to obey the arrangement.

Second, Kobe said that this was a job personally arranged for him by Mr. Black. This proves that he can at least get into the other party's eyes, and at least has the qualifications to communicate with Mr. Black.

Third… On the exposed part of his forearm, there are hideous scars… either cuts from sharp objects, or burns and exploded wounds, which are shocking! Although I don't know who he is, judging from these traces, how could this guy, whose name sounds quite cute, possibly be an ordinary goblin.

… … … … Thus, the simple background of the other party is pieced together from various scattered fragments. Although it is a bit vague, it is enough for Dursley.

So, the plan is roughly as follows: Approach the other party and build a good relationship! Then… ask him to help beg Charlie Black to restore his son to normal.

With this determination, after taking a deep breath, Dursley tentatively showed a kind smile and cautiously reached out to pat Peng Peng's shoulder.

"Huh!?"

Touched, Peng Peng, who was already vaguely wary, immediately raised his fist and prepared his defensive posture. His eyes stared at Dursley vigilantly, and he asked in a deep voice,

"Do you want to try Peng Peng!?"

Dursley was taken aback by his posture… Although he knew that the other party was not easy to get along with, he really didn't expect him to have such great hostility towards humans!

Helpless, he had to curse in his heart… Damn racist.

Then the smile on his face remained unchanged, and he asked softly,

“No, no, no, I want to get to know you. My name is Vernon Dursley, pleased to meet you.”

… … … … … … … … … … … … …

“My dear friend Hagrid, how have you been lately? … … … …”

Inside the office, after a moment of contemplation, Charlie picked up his quill and wrote a greeting to Hagrid on the parchment before him.

Then, after another pause, he moved to the next line and continued to write "Shua Shua":

“Recently, while sorting through some old things, I inadvertently came across an interesting book called 《Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them》.”

“The book is very old, but the contents inside have been preserved quite well, and even the magic attached to it has not diminished much, and can still be activated…”

“…Therefore, on a whim, I spent a few days thoroughly reading it…”

“After reading the whole book, I couldn't help but develop a particularly strong interest in the magical creatures mentioned in it. Especially the descriptions of unicorns, which made people yearn for them…”

“Later, I remembered that if I'm not mistaken, there is a unicorn population living in the Forbidden Forest. So, I hope you can do me a small favor—help me observe the habits of those unicorns and what they do every day, and tell me in detail by writing letters… No other meaning, just to satisfy my own curiosity.”

“If you are willing, I think I will be very grateful…”

After writing the last sentence, the light-as-nothing quill was placed back beside the desk.

Charlie picked up the written letter, gently blew on the ink to dry it, and then carefully checked it again.

Only after confirming that there were no mistakes did a satisfied smile finally appear on his face.

He nodded, then neatly folded the letter and put it into the envelope. Finally, he took out the sealing wax and seal, and heavily pressed his personal mark on it… After that, he only needed to let Fifi take the letter away, and his preparation stage would be complete.

Undoubtedly, Charlie's real goal was not the unicorn herd in the Forbidden Forest.

Although he had indeed read Newt's 《Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them》, and he did like magical creatures, but to be honest, it hadn't reached the point where he would use his favor just to record their daily activities…

His real purpose was Voldemort—because Charlie knew that before long, that greedy fellow would hunt a unicorn and drink its blood in order to gain life force.

And what he was waiting for was this. If Charlie wanted to eliminate Quirrell first as planned, and drive Voldemort out of Hogwarts, then compared to the crowded Hogwarts Castle, the dark and dim Forbidden Forest was undoubtedly the perfect place for him to act.

Thinking of this, a hint of his original indifference could not help but mix into the smile on Charlie's face.

“Come on, Tom, we'll have another pleasant game soon.”

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Soon, to Charlie's surprise, after the letter was officially sent, he didn't have to wait too long. Only about evening, he received a reply from Hagrid.

Moreover, there was more than just one letter. Along with it, there were also two fluffy cushions.

Sitting in his seat, looking at the things that Russell had just brought in on his desk, Charlie couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

He stretched out his hand and tentatively stroked the cushion. He pressed down slightly, and suddenly, a soft touch enveloped his palm, and it sank further and further…

However, when Charlie lifted his hand again, the place that had just sunk down quickly rebounded to its original shape, smooth and without any creases.

You know, even when he went to the Malfoy's house, the pillows placed by Narcissa in the guest room were probably not so comfortable…

He naturally couldn't suspect that his sister would give him any inferior goods. After all, pure-blood nobles like the Malfoys would undoubtedly have the best of everything.

Just taking one out would be worth several months' income for an ordinary wizard…

After patting the two cushions subconsciously, Charlie temporarily suppressed the doubts in his mind, and instead picked up the letter at the bottom and began to read Hagrid's reply.

The envelope was opened, and Hagrid's bold handwriting appeared vividly before Charlie's eyes on the pale yellow parchment with faint creases.

“I'm so happy to hear from you, Charlie!!”

Without any so-called letter-writing order, those rough words were filled with his joy and excitement.

It seemed that he was gratified to have another confidant who could appreciate the charm of magical animals.

“In my opinion, Charlie, you are simply the most discerning guy in the world, and no wonder you can make so many delicious candies!!”

Sitting in his seat, reading Hagrid's reply little by little, Charlie's face inevitably showed a bit of a smile again.

“Unicorns are beautiful creatures…”

“…Fully grown unicorns are pure white horses with horns, but their cubs have golden fur…”

“Unicorn horns, blood, and hair all have strong magical effects…”

Next, a long paragraph in the letter was Hagrid's own knowledge and understanding of unicorns over the years.

Even if Charlie wasn't face to face with him, he could already imagine from the other party's words that when Hagrid received his letter, he was leaning over the desk, writing a reply with great interest by the light of an oil lamp.

Clearly, he just wanted to use this matter as an ordinary cover, but Hagrid showed great enthusiasm for it.

For a moment, even Charlie, whose heart had been hardened for a long time, couldn't help but feel guilty and ashamed for his pure soul.

Looking further down, after a long paragraph had been written, Hagrid finally returned to the topic.

He first readily agreed to Charlie's request, and promised that starting from today, he would pay special attention to the changes in the unicorn herd while patrolling the forest every day, and then write them in a diary-like format and send them to Charlie.

Then, at the end, he talked about the origin of the two cushions.

“They are sewn from unicorn shed hair, just as a gift to you. Although it's not anything precious, I hope you like it…”

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