Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

At night, the moon hangs high, and the moonlight shines through the gaps in the curtains of the Slytherin dormitory on the wooden floor with traces of time, and also shines on the beds of the young wizards...as white as frost.

Harry was sleeping soundly at the moment. After a whole day of fulfilling study and life, he hardly paused at all. Not long after lying on the bed, he fell asleep.

The even sound of breathing became the only tone in the quiet and dark room, and there was nothing else.

However, at this moment, a figure suddenly sat up from the bed.

He opened his eyes and looked around. After gradually adapting to the dim environment around him, he slowly stood up. Then he quietly walked to Harry's bed and stopped there.

After a while, he made a move. He carefully raised his arm and patted Harry, who was sleeping soundly. While patting, he called softly

"Harry...are you asleep? Harry, wake up! Are you asleep?"

"Um?"

Harry was disturbed and unconsciously made a dull and suspicious nasal sound.

Then he turned around with difficulty, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and looked in the direction of the sound.

"Draco?"

Seeing the signature golden hair, although it was scattered at the moment and not covered with hair gel like it was during the day, he could still easily recognize the person.

Harry propped up his upper body with his arms, and while looking at the mysterious Draco next to him, he asked with a dazed look as if he had just woken up.

"What's the matter? It's so late..."

However, compared to Harry's sleepiness at the moment, Draco was in a completely different state.

It was already late at night, but Draco's face was still full of energy, and even his eyes were still shining.

"Come on, Harry, get up! Let's go to the restricted area of ​​the library!"

"Forbidden... book area!"

As soon as these words came out, Harry was immediately startled, and his initial confusion suddenly disappeared, and his mind suddenly became clear.

His eyes widened slightly, and he subconsciously picked up the glasses next to the pillow and put them on again. Then he looked at Draco and asked in a low voice in disbelief.

"What are you doing there?!"

Draco listened to Harry's doubts and did not answer immediately. Instead, he stood up and returned to his bedside, holding over his uncle, Charlie's huge notebook.

Then he skillfully opened it and showed the contents to Harry.

"Look...this position."

As if he was afraid that Harry wouldn't be able to see it, he quickly pointed at a small empty line in the dense notes.

Harry squinted his eyes and could barely see some content through the moonlight, but he was not very careful. He could only confirm through some traces that this was probably an incomplete spell... But what exactly did this spell mean?

I have no idea what can be done.

"What spell is this?"

Harry was a little curious, and couldn't help but sit up, stretched out his hand to touch the mark on the notebook where the ink had soaked into the paper, and the tip of the pen was engraved on it, and turned to Draco and asked

"I don't know either………"

Draco shrugged, he didn't lie to Harry, and answered honestly

"When I was doing my Potions homework today, I flipped through my uncle's notebook as usual. I suddenly found this - between the notes on the compound potion and the shrinking potion, my uncle wrote a

Incomplete spell..."

While answering Harry's question, the light in Draco's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his tone couldn't help but bring out a bit of rare excitement...

At least since Harry got to know him, he has rarely seen his friend so excited (except when Snape praised him for being better at Potions than Mr. Black of the same year).

"I guess this is definitely a powerful spell. It may even be... like what is written in story books, some kind of ancient spell that has been lost for a long time."

Draco continued to "bewitch" Harry with a seductive tone.

After all, teenagers of this age often have unrealistic dreams and the passion to take risks for these unrealistic dreams at any time.

As Draco murmured softly, he had to admit that Harry's heart was moved.

"Some ancient lost spell?"

He took another deep look at the notebook left by Mr. Black, then turned his head and asked Draco.

"So you're going to the Forbidden Zone to complete this spell?"

"That's right!"

As if he was very happy that Harry could understand what he meant so quickly, Draco nodded quickly, his voice rising slightly.

"I'm going to find the remaining part of this spell and show it to my uncle when I go back for the holidays. He will be very happy!"

Listening to Draco's words, Harry couldn't help but feel a bit of envy in his eyes. But then he remembered what the professors had said before, and the enthusiasm that quietly surged in his heart was suppressed by reason.

"But isn't it said that the forbidden book area is very dangerous? The professor said..."

Before he finished speaking, Draco waved his hand, interrupted him, and said

"What are you afraid of? My mother told me all about it! She said that the first time my uncle violated discipline and went to the restricted book area and was caught, it was also in the first grade! Since I decided to follow in my uncle's footsteps, this matter cannot be ignored.

Missing!"

"Do you mean being caught?" Harry looked at Draco, who was so high-spirited that his eyes could burst into flames. He subconsciously shrank his neck and asked weakly.

"No, I mean going to the restricted book area!"

There was no hesitation at all, as if he had determined that no matter how difficult it was, he would do it. His determination made Harry couldn't help but sigh.

As a friend, Harry definitely couldn't watch Draco run away alone...

After all, it was okay to meet Filch. At most, he would be caught, educated, and punished. However, if he really encountered any danger, then he would regret it later.

So, he had no choice but to nod his head, put on his clothes quickly, got out of bed, and walked towards the exit of the lounge with Draco.

"etc--"

When he was walking to the door, Draco suddenly seemed to think of something and stopped for a moment.

Then, under Harry's strange gaze, he took a few steps back to his bed, picked up the wand, and carefully stuffed it into his pocket.

"Bring your wand, just in case!"

………………………………

In the corridor of Hogwarts late at night, two first-year Slytherin students took the first step on their path of "illegal and disorderly behavior". Just like that, they took a lamp and didn't know where to find it.

With the help of the dim light of the pony lantern, Draco began to lead Harry toward the restricted book area of ​​the library based on his memory.

The atmosphere is not as warm as it was when I was still in the dormitory. The darkness in the castle corridors from front to back to the end of the corridor late at night inevitably makes people feel a little timid.

In order to distract his attention, Draco began to tell stories to Harry behind him while walking along the way.

"Actually, my mother told me that it was not only my uncle who was caught, but also an unlucky guy who went to the restricted book area with him..."

He said casually, looking around at the oil paintings around him.

The characters in the oil painting have all closed their eyes and fallen into deep sleep. Only a few of them are empty, and they seem to be restless ones, who took advantage of the darkness to go somewhere else to play.

"Who is that unfortunate guy?"

Hearing this, Harry raised his head, glanced at the back of Draco's head not far in front, and asked curiously

"How do I know... maybe he is his friend? But my mother said that my uncle didn't like to make friends when he was a child, so maybe he just happened to meet him."

"Really? I thought that with a character like Mr. Black, many people would be happy to be friends with him."

Harry's tone was slightly surprised.

"That's a lot... After all, my uncle has been so good since he was a child. But among so many people, there are very few who are qualified to be his friends. After all, only good enough people will attract good enough people. You understand me.

What do you mean?"

Draco glanced at Harry who was following closely behind him.

"Um... I probably understand." Harry hesitated for a while and reluctantly nodded to show his understanding.

………

Just when the two of them were exchanging words with each other and talking vigorously, suddenly, in the darkness not far ahead, a sudden "cough" completely broke up the atmosphere.

Harry and Draco's hearts, which had been slightly relaxed, suddenly picked up again, their words stopped abruptly, and then they looked at each other.

"Is it Filch?"

Harry lowered his voice like a mosquito, tugged on a corner of Draco's robe, and asked anxiously

"Don't be so nervous...it might even be Nearly Headless Nick."

Draco bent down a little, looked at the direction of the sound, moved his lips a little, and answered Harry's question.

Unfortunately, not long after he finished speaking, the sound of approaching footsteps shattered his suspicions.

"Okay, it's indeed Filch." Draco sighed and turned the knob of the lantern in his hand, causing the light that shrouded the two of them to gradually extinguish.

"Let's find a place to hide first."

After all, this was the first time he had sneaked out late at night, and Harry's business skills were far from as proficient as before. He swallowed, hesitated for a moment and then put forward his suggestion.

"No, no need, I have a way."

Draco shook his head, reached into his pocket and took out his wand.

"what are you up to!?"

Seeing Draco's attitude, Harry was startled, thinking that Draco was going to attack Filch, and quickly grabbed his wrist holding the wand.

"It's just a little spell..."

The footsteps began to become clearer and clearer. Seeing that Filch was about to come over, and without bothering to explain anything to Harry, Draco shook off Charlie's arm and hurriedly aimed the tip of his staff at the opponent.

"disillusionment charm! (disillusionment curse)"

With a "Peng" sound, the tip of the staff shining with silvery white light struck Harry's body.

It was as if a cold liquid flowed down from the place where the wand had just been struck and spread all over his body. Harry couldn't help but shiver.

And it was the white light that flickered just now that made Filch notice something.

"Who is there!!!"

Filch's hoarse shout came from not far away, and it was clearly audible that the sound of his footsteps was a little faster, and he was tumbling.

"Draco!!" Harry quickly reminded him in a panic.

"Don't worry."

Compared to his partner's panic, Draco seemed extremely calm at this moment.

It can be seen that he has already made complete preparations for today's night trip, and he has naturally made sufficient preparations for Filch, who is the most troublesome in the plan.

The wand changed its direction and was pointed at Draco himself, using the same spell as before. Another white light flashed, and the Disillusionment Curse was cast on him.

At this moment, Harry was surprised to find that Draco's figure gradually disappeared without a trace.

"Stand close to the wall. Don't be afraid of anything. Filch won't notice us."

The words fell in mid-air and reached Harry's ears.

At the same time, Filch, carrying a kerosene lamp, also ran over aggressively.

Harry was so frightened that he quickly covered his mouth and leaned against the wall with Draco.

The stone castle walls were so cold that Harry and Draco couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. However, facing Filch who was pacing closer, they did not dare to make any unnecessary moves.

"Hmph! Do you think you can run away like this?"

Under Harry's horrified gaze, Filch stopped just in front of him.

Even the orange-lit kerosene lamp in his hand was only ten centimeters away from Harry's nose. Harry was so frightened that he held his breath and prayed secretly in his heart.

Fortunately, Filch didn't think too much and just thought that the little wizard just now had gone elsewhere.

After looking around to make sure there was no suspicious trace, he lowered his head and gave an order to the gray-haired, skinny female cat beside him.

"Mrs. Lorris! You go to the left, I'll go to the right, and we'll outflank that little wizard who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth!"

As if she was born with the ability to understand human speech, after Luo called out "meow", Mrs. Lorris' dexterous body moved instantly, turned into a bolt of lightning, and disappeared into the darkness.

When he saw Mrs. Norris rushing out, Filch stopped inking and said with a smile, "What a good cat."

Then he also started running huffing and puffing, and intercepted them from the right as planned.

Harry turned his head and cast his gaze in the direction Filch left. Seeing that the light of the kerosene lamp in his hand gradually disappeared in the darkness, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He wiped his head with his hand and there was no trace of it.

of sweat.

"What spell is this?"

He looked around, as if trying to find any trace of Draco. He knew that Draco should be beside him at this moment.

"The Illusion Charm. It's something my uncle wrote down in his notebook. It took me a long time to learn it."

Two more rays of light flickered from Draco's wand, and their figures reappeared.

"Okay, let Filch go and battle with the air first... let's go!"

Twisting the knob of the lantern again to make the light appear, Draco smiled and waved to Harry, continued on the way he had been, and strode forward.