Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

In the Potions classroom,

Ron complained softly to Harry next to him

"Seriously! I don't know what Mr. Black was thinking! Why did he put the first candy vending machine in the Hufflepuff boys' common room? They were already very close to the kitchen! Why what?

Good things come to Hufflepuffs!"

Harry turned his head and looked at Ron. However, just as he opened his mouth, before he could say anything, Draco, who was sitting on the other side of him, sneered in the next second and walked straight past Harry.

Ron said

"How can you understand my uncle's thoughts with an undeveloped little brain like yours?"

Hearing this, Ron's eyebrows suddenly stood up again.

He first carefully glanced at Snape, who was watching Neville stirring the cauldron from a distance. Seeing that the other person's attention was not focused on this, he relaxed and responded angrily.

"Huh, don't think I don't know. You ran to the entrance of the Hufflepuff lounge and stared at it for a long time before going to class!"

"No!" As if Ron had hit the mark, Draco's reaction immediately became intense and he retorted vehemently.

However, Ron had an expression of "Ha, you must have been right".

"And you said that! I even saw you at the door of Hufflepuff's common room!"

"No!"

"have!"

"No!"

........

As the quarrel got louder and louder, the necks of both men turned red, like two fighting cocks, with blazing fire in their eyes, as if they were going to have a fight as soon as get out of class was over.

Harry, who was sandwiched between the two of them and didn't even say a word from beginning to end, could only lower his head helplessly and sighed quietly.

After a period of learning and getting along, Ron seemed to have finally accepted the rather cruel fact that Harry was not his only friend.

And because Harry was not in the same college as him, but lived in the same dormitory with that annoying Draco.

In order to prevent Draco from taking away one of his few friends as he had originally imagined, Ron finally chose to compromise. He was reluctantly willing to put aside his previous "grievances" and sit with Draco.

.

Although the two people were probably born with incompatible personalities and would quarrel from time to time over trivial matters in Harry's eyes, compared to the previous situation, it could be said that they were no longer on good terms.

In Harry's mind, he still had doubts as to whether the "weird" relationship between the three of them could be called good friends who played together.

But he had to admit that he had a hunch that it would not take long for Draco and Ron to truly accept each other in their hearts, eliminate all kinds of grudges, and become good friends like him.

However, while Harry was thinking silently, and Ron and Draco were still bickering without giving in, no one noticed that Snape, who was standing next to Neville, was now paying attention.

It has been moved to another place.

Those deep-set eyes were like eagle eyes, and their sharp gaze was chilling.

He slowly looked around, and every little wizard he swept across felt like they had been scratched by a sharp knife. They shivered all over and hurriedly lowered their heads.

Only those three people still went their own way, doing their own thing without paying any attention to them.

For a time, all the children began to pray for them silently in their hearts.

"Harry Potter!!"

As expected, Snape's expression turned gloomy, and without any hesitation, he opened his mouth and called out Harry's name in a deep voice.

"Yes! Professor Snape..."

As if forming a conditioned reflex, the moment he heard his name, Harry jumped up from his seat and stood up straight.

Then, he looked at Snape again with a confused look on his face.

And it was precisely because of Harry's sudden accident that Ron and Draco had to stop their bickering, and they all returned to their sitting postures in an instant.

"It seems, Potter..." Snape said, taking a few quick steps to come directly in front of Harry.

Those eyes stared directly at Harry, making him dare not look at them and had to lower his head.

The hoarse and deep voice continued.

"I think our classmate Potter is most likely a genius...I don't think what I'm talking about here is of any use to him."

At this point, Snape paused, but did not give Harry any chance to defend himself.

He stretched out a finger and stopped the other person's mouth that wanted to say something. He continued to mind his own business and continued what he just said in a deep voice.

"Or... he has actually previewed the knowledge of this lesson and clearly understands the entire potion making process - right, Potter?"

"If that's the case, then please tell me, what do we need to add to the crucible in the next step? And how to stir it so that it can fully integrate with the original liquid and prevent the frying phenomenon from happening?"

After talking about the frying pan, Snape glanced at Neville subconsciously.

At this moment, he looked disgraced, and it seemed that he had provided Harry with a perfect negative case.

However, for Harry, who has no interest in Potions and has been wandering around for the entire class, this problem is undoubtedly fatal.

There was no other way, so he had no choice but to raise his head. Looking at Snape's gloomy and somewhat mocking expression, he hesitated and whispered.

"Sorry, Professor Snape. I didn't know..."

As soon as these words came out, the corners of Snape's mouth suddenly curled up a bit, and the expression on his face also showed the meaning of "I knew it".

After looking Harry up and down unhurriedly, he continued to ridicule him.

"It seems like our genius doesn't want to waste his talents in my class, does he?......Okay then, Slytherin will deduct five points for your stupidity! Now, just stand here and listen carefully.

See how others answer this question!"

After the words fell, Snape did not hesitate and patted the table in front of Draco, ignoring Hermione, who was sitting in the same row next to Ron and raised her arms so high that she almost flew up.

"Tell the Potter next to you, Malfoy! How to answer the question I just asked."

Compared to Harry's confusion, Draco was obviously much more calm.

"Okay, Professor."

He nodded, and after standing up, he didn't pause for a moment, and answered easily with concise and capable sentences like a textbook.

"Next, mistletoe berries should be added to the crucible. After adding, start stirring from the outermost ring. After the Chinese medicine liquid in the crucible begins to bubble and the flow presents a large vortex, start stirring counterclockwise.

, and gradually transition to the inner circle, and finally..."

Listening to Draco explain all the steps, every detail is accurate. Not only Harry, who was standing next to him, showed an envious look, but even Snape, the gloom on his face was visible to the naked eye.

's disintegrated.

There was a stiff smile on his lips, and he nodded secretly without interrupting Draco's speech.

When Draco gave the standard answers, closed his mouth, and looked at Snape with pride, Snape finally spoke loudly.

"Great! No mistakes. Fifteen points for Slytherin!"

After saying that, he still squinted his eyes, looked at Harry with a scrutinizing gaze again, and asked in a deep voice

"Do you remember now, Potter?"

"Remember."

Harry had no choice but to lower his head in embarrassment with a slightly flushed face, and replied in a low voice.

I don't know if it's his hallucination... Harry always felt that Snape would involuntarily suppress his voice when he said the word "Potter".

Who knows, maybe I am overthinking it.

"Sit down." Snape snorted noncommittally, but finally asked Harry to sit down again.

After Harry sat down, Snape's attention turned to Draco again.

However, at this moment, his attitude had completely changed from when he had just lectured Harry.

"That's a very good answer..."

He said to Draco, with a hint of praise in his words.

"Thank you for your affirmation."

An uncontrollable smile appeared on Draco's lips, his eyes were bright and proud, and he bowed slightly and said rather reservedly.

"You are very much like your uncle... No, at least in terms of potions, you are better than him at that time."

It seemed that Draco saw the figure of Charlie at that time. There was a bit of reminiscence in his originally gloomy eyes, and he even rarely said something to Draco.

Hearing these words, Draco took a deep breath, his chest puffed up even more, he raised his head high, and the smile on his lips could hardly be suppressed.

Indeed, first-year Charlie didn't like potions class. At that time, he focused most of his attention on transfiguration and various black arts that were forbidden to be studied... and he was obsessed with it.

Every time, he only took a quick look or two to make sure that his test scores would not fall out of "excellent", and then ignored him. He even asked Snape to do his homework for him.

Of course, in return, Charlie will also bring out some of his small discoveries in the forbidden book area and share them with Snape...

That was really the most interesting time in life... Snape couldn't help but think, but soon, he shook his head and brought his thoughts back to the classroom at this time.

"Sit down too!"

After he asked Draco to return to his seat, he walked to the front again and began to talk about the next content.

"That's amazing...Draco."

After Draco sat down, Harry, with a bit of envy in his eyes, couldn't help but put his head over and whispered

"How do you remember such a long step? I can't help but feel dizzy just by looking at it..."

At this moment, Draco was in a good mood after being praised to the point by Snape's "resembling your uncle".

"These are just basic things."

He once again raised his chin slightly proudly, and while talking to Harry, he took out his potions notes and handed them to him.

"Look! I just previewed the content of this lesson before class.

This kind of thing is not difficult, it only requires a little effort - of course, most of it is your own talent. Like me! Did you just hear what Professor Snape said about me? He said that I am like my uncle! I

I guess he must be with my uncle..."

Harry was slightly stunned, hearing Draco naturally change the topic from Potions to his uncle, Mr. Charlie Black, without leaving any trace. He was a little confused for a moment, but after all, what Draco said at this time

While he was enjoying himself, he was too embarrassed to interrupt him, so he could only listen and nod in agreement with what he said.

"Hmph...what's so great about it."

It seemed that he was a little bit dissatisfied. Ron pouted, turned his head away with feigned disdain, and looked at Hermione who was sitting on the other side of him with a somewhat discouraged face.

After all, they were students of the same college, and they were still just children, so the initial conflicts on the Hogwarts Express were easily resolved and completely forgotten.

Up to now, although the two of them are not very familiar with each other, they can still talk to each other.

Ron nudged Hermione's book with his elbow and asked in a low voice

"If Snape asks you to stand up, you can answer him like Malfoy, right?"

In fact, Ron at this time didn't really want to know whether Hermione could answer this question. He just wanted to find someone who could compete with Draco to prove that "Draco didn't

So amazing” view.

However, what Ron didn't expect was that after listening to his words, Hermione nodded at first, then hesitated for a while, then shook her head.

"What does this mean?" He frowned, looked at Hermione strangely, and couldn't help but ask.

"If Professor Snape asked me to answer this question... I would definitely be able to answer it, but I would not be able to give a concise and perfect answer like Draco."

Having said this, Hermione couldn't help but drooped her shoulders in frustration.

Although she really didn't want to admit it, it was true... She originally thought that even if she went to a magic school, she could still maintain the legendary record of ranking first since childhood, but she didn't expect that she would encounter Waterloo like this.

"I guess he must have started studying what he will learn in the third grade."

But Hermione was not a person who gave up easily. After a moment of depression, she quickly rekindled her fighting spirit. In her heart, she had already set surpassing Draco as a major goal.

When Ron heard this, he was shocked that Draco started studying the content of the third grade. He couldn't help but feel a little more depressed. He stopped paying attention to Hermione and leaned back on the table in front of him.

Say nothing again.