Wonka stood in front of a door that was small. Miniscule, actually. Not even an infant could fit through that door.
"And important room this is," Wonka stated, "it is a chocolate factory, after all."
Severus wondered if Wonka intended to actually tell them what was in the room.
"Then why is the door so small?" Mike Teavee inquired.
Wonka's answer was as unrealistic and nonsensical as Severus should have expected by now. "To keep all the great big chocolaty flavor inside."
Wonka pulled out a key and kneeled down to the lock, then pushed open the walls, which apparently were actually the door. Behind the doors was the most fascinating, yet disturbing, scenery Severus had ever seen. It was a forest. It was a candy forest. Trees and pumpkins and all kinds of wildlife, though it all looked like candy. Yet, at the same time, there was something dark about the place. Besides that the room was dimly lit, it looked like something one would expect from a Dali painting. Everything looked like it was about to implode.
"Now, children, don't lose you heads," Wonka warned, "don't get over excited. Just keep very calm"
Severus followed Wonka to what seemed to be a waterfall made of chocolate. How was that possible? Nonetheless, Severus couldn't help but say "It's beautiful."
"What? Oh, yeah," Wonka said, facing Severus, "it's very beautiful."
Wonka navigated the way through the odd room with his cane, which Severus suspected he did not actually need. "Every drop of this river is hot melted chocolate of the finest quality. The waterfall is most important; mixes the chocolate, churns it up. By the way, no other factory in the world mixes it's chocolate by waterfall, my dear children. And you can take that to the bank."
Wonka was turned away from his audiance again, leaving Severus with room to speak with Dumbledore.
"Dumbledore, look at this," Severus whispered, "we both know that this is no typical Muggle work. Do you think Wonka knows magic?"
Dumbledore shook his head. "I can tell if people have the ability to create magical auras, Severus, and the man has none. I have no idea what he has done to achieve this, but it has been through some form of non-magical means."
"But there are no Muggle means to do this!" Severus said, "many of these things are even more advanced than magic!"
"Well, whatever method he is using, the room is beautiful."
"People!" Wonka called, pointing at several large glass tubes "those pipes suck up the chocolate and carry it away all over the factory."
One of the giant tubes suddenly extended downward and began collecting chocolate from the river.
"And do you like my meadow?" Wonka continued, "please try some of my grass. It's so delectable and darn good-looking."
"You can eat the grass?" Severus questioned.
"Of course you can," Wonka replied, "everything in this room is eatable. Even I'm eatable. But that is called cannibalism, my dear children, and is in fact frowned upon in most societies."
An accurate statement, but a greatly disturbing one.
"Enjoy." Wonka said. Everything began running off, except for Severus and Mr. Salt, who were both too shocked by Wonka to do anything. Wonka and Mr. Salt were staring at each other. It was harder to say who exactly disapproved of each other more, until Wonka's eyes turned into a demented expression of loathing. Mr. Salt began looking at Wonka as if he were a strange creature. Mr. Salt eventually decided to walk away. Wonka looked triumphant, then turned toward Severus, who was still just akwardly standing there.
"By all means enjoy yourself, Severus Snape," Wonka said, "I intend to take good care of my guests. Here, try some grass."
The man pulled a few bits of grass from the floor. Severus looked at it with hesitation.
"As I said earlier, everything in this room is eatable." Wonka reminded him gently, though his voice still sounded partially insane.
Feeling greatly foolish, Severus opened his mouth and bit into a tiny piece of grass. "It's mint flavored." Severus said in astonishment.
Wonka nodded. "See? And that's only the first thing you've had. Please try some more, I think you'll like what you'll see."
"Thank you." Severus said. Wonka gave a small nod of approval before he walked away. Severus began looking around for Dumbledore, when he saw the Mike Teavee boy smashing pumpkin's with his foot like a baboon.
"Son." Mr. Teavee said in embarrassment.
"Dad, he said enjoy." Mike noted, then smashing another pumpkin. Mr. Teavee then looked at Severus in dismay. Severus gave the man a wordless scolding for his pathetic inaction that made Mr. Teavee wince. Severus walked through an odd series of trees, where he bumped into Scarlett Beauregarde.
"Severus," she said in excitement, showing off her teeth, now covered in some sort of red gummy candy, "you should try this."
Severus reached out to take a piece of candy, but Scarlett blocked his hand. "Why throw out your arm? I'll feed it to you."
"I am not an infant." Severus muttered in irritation.
Scarlett frowned. This tactic had played out better in her imagination. "I am sorry. I did not intend to insult you."
"It does not matter." Severus bit into a gummy apple. It was delicious.
"This is a marvelous factory, isn't it?" Scarlett said, hoping Severus would forget what had just happened.
Severus nodded. "It is a truly fascinating place."
"It's like magic." Scarlett said.
"It's beyond magic." Severus corrected her.
Scarlett nodded in agreement, then her face turned into disgust as she looked across the river. "What on earth is that glutton doing?"
Severus turned and saw a most unpleasant sight. That boy, Augustus Gloop, was eating as if he was a garbage disposal. Shoving some sort of cream in his mouth, the boy then got on his knees and began shoving heaps of grass in his mouth.
"It appears that he has chosen a unique way to embrace Wonka," Severus said, "prehaps he believes he'll win that supposed prize."
"You don't believe the prize is real?" Scarlett asked in suprise.
"Prehaps it is. Prehaps it is not. Either way, I don't care."
Scarlett fell into deep thought, while Severus grabbed another apple. Dumbledore approached them. "Hello, Severus, Mrs. Beauregarde. Have you tried the toffee tree yet? It is most delicious."
That does sound nice, but after that" Severus pointed at Augustus, "I am in little mood for eating."
Dumbledore's eyebrows rose in shock as he observed Augustus animal-like behavior. "Goodness. I have never seen even Crabbe and Goyle eat with that much savage greed."
"Who are Crabbe and Goyle?" Scarlett asked.
"They are two students of mine at Hogwarts," Severus explained, "they are idiots, and I don't enjoy their company."
"Don't talk that way about your students, Severus." Dumbledore ordered in impatience.
Severus was about to counter Dumbledore, when he blinked, thinking he must have something wrong with his eyes. Severus could have sworn that he had just seen a very small person in a red jumpsuit across the river.