Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

"Ding dong..."

"Ding dong..."

"Ding dong..."

The low and long tone of the bell rang as the time gradually reached noon, resounding throughout the entire Hogwarts campus.

It spread like ripples from the deep corridor to the classroom, and finally reached the ears of Professor Binns.

Professor Binns' movements paused, and his voice suddenly stopped.

He slowly raised his head and looked down at the students under the podium. The expression on his face softened a bit. The stiffness during the lecture even showed a rare and different fluctuation in his tone as he said this.

"It's time for me to finish class."

After saying that, regardless of anything else, he closed the thick lesson plan that had become transparent like his body with a "Peng" sound, and then tucked it under his arm.

Then, under Hermione's rather regretful gaze, it slowly floated upwards and passed through the ceiling of the classroom so easily, without knowing where it went.

"Ah~~"

At this moment, Ron, who had been sleeping soundly for nearly a class, woke up.

He squinted his eyes happily, his expression unabashedly showing satisfaction.

It can be seen that with the help of Professor Binns' "Lullaby", Ron had the best sleep in recent days.

The atmosphere is quiet, the temperature is suitable, and the warm sunshine shines on the back and between the ends of the hair, making it warm and comfortable in an indescribable way.

To be honest, this is the first time he has experienced the fun of a history of magic class... If possible, he wouldn't mind Professor Binns giving him an extra ten minutes to give him a perfect ending to his sleep.

"You know? I heard that Professor Binns and Nearly Headless Nick always like to have parties in a secluded room on the third floor where no one is around... If you can find the room where they have parties at midnight and join them, Nick

I will give you a lot of violet candies as gifts."

After stretching for a long time, causing all the bones in his body to return to their normal positions with a soft "click" sound, Ron turned his head to look at Hermione and said coldly.

Hermione's state at this time was just like that of a story that was cut off at the most critical point, so naturally she couldn't be in a good mood.

Facing Ron who came to provoke her at this time, while packing up his pen and the notes he had just taken, he frowned and glared at the other person, and then asked

"Where did you hear this rumor from?"

"Fred told me."

Ron straightened his back and replied matter-of-factly.

Although the older brother, the Weasley twins, often teased him both at home and at Hogwarts, Ron still regarded them as an important channel for obtaining interesting information, and he did not believe what they said.

suspect.

Even now, when he recalled the two strange things Fred and George told him about the Horse-shaped Water Monster and the Sorting Hat when school started, he still maintained a firm belief.

And because of this strange persistence, he and Draco exchanged words as many as five or six times.

“…”

Seemingly thinking that Ron was completely hopeless, Hermione stopped talking. She just rolled her eyes and continued to pack her things...

"whispering sound……"

On the other side of Ron, Draco, who also heard the conversation between the two, couldn't help but curl his lips, and then made a voice that was obviously a bit contemptuous and ridiculing.

This sound was like a signal to declare war.

Immediately, Ron's fur flew up, and he twisted his upper body violently, glaring at the opponent, and put on a posture that he would pounce on him if he disagreed with him.

"What are you talking about, Draco!"

"Nothing, I just admire your innocence."

Draco shook his head, with a smile still on his face, but he didn't say much. He just put away his books and quills and replied casually.

After all, he has now fully understood the upper limit of Ron's IQ. In Draco's opinion, instead of wasting more time arguing with this idiot on meaningless things, it would be better to do other things that are more meaningful.

So, regardless of Ron's reaction, he patted the sleeping Harry to wake him up, and then stood up from his seat.

"snort!"

As if he was angry, Ron randomly picked up the things in his arms, sorted them out casually, and then stood up.

After deliberately letting out a heavy groan, he threw his head to the other side and ignored the annoying Draco.

………………………………

As the bell rang for the end of get out of class, all the little wizards who needed to wake up also woke up and walked slowly outside.

Harry squinted his eyes and adjusted his glasses, holding his things in confusion, and followed Draco.

As the crowd rushed out of the door, the four people crowded out of the classroom.

However, as soon as he arrived at the door of the classroom, a familiar figure suddenly caught Harry's attention, and the sleepiness he had just woken up from immediately dissipated completely and turned into joy.

"Hagrid!!"

With one hand freed, Harry waved happily, waving to Hagrid who was standing in the corridor and scanning the crowd, trying to find something.

"Ah, Harry!"

Hearing the call, Hagrid turned his head subconsciously, saw Harry, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he took a few steps towards the direction of the four of them.

For a moment, the huge body squeezed through the noisy crowd, and soon came to Harry's side.

"Hagrid, why are you here?"

Harry raised his head and looked at the familiar and friendly smile on that rough face. He couldn't help but reveal a bit of brilliance. He blinked curiously and asked.

Hagrid smiled, and after greeting Hermione, Ron, and Draco, he asked Harry's question.

"Actually, I just came back from Charlie's factory..."

As soon as these words came out, before they finished speaking, three of the four little wizards' eyes instantly lit up.

Only Hermione was a little confused. She just frowned weirdly and glanced at the expressions on the faces of the three companions. She really didn't understand why a factory made them so excited.

"Humph...boy."

At this time, Ron couldn't care less about being angry with Draco. He rushed out first and came to Hagrid. He grabbed the hem of Hagrid's clothes with both hands. His eyes were serious and his mouth was like a machine gun.

Same thing, I kept asking.

"Hagrid, are you back after delivering things to Mr. Charlie!?

What does Mr. Charlie's factory look like? Oh my god, I can't believe you actually went in...

They said no one had ever been in there before."

"Hehe..." Hearing the envy and excitement in Ron's mouth, Hagrid straightened his back, rubbed his nose with his huge fingers, and said proudly

"Probably because Charlie and I have a very good relationship. So I was not hindered by anything. As soon as I reached the door, Russell took me in... Oh, by the way, Russell is Charlie's personal elf."

"Then..." Ron was so excited that he was about to ask something more. Ask Hagrid what he saw in the factory, and whether Mr. Black's candy factory is really like the rumors.

The bricks on the ground are made of candies...

At this moment, he already had a lot to say and wanted to ask Hagrid thoroughly.

However, as soon as he said a word, before he had time to organize his words and continue asking, Draco beside him suddenly stretched out his hand, pressed it on his head mercilessly, and pushed

He pushed aside, and at the same time squeezed his body forward, pushing away Ron's body, and came to Hagrid.

He didn't waste any time and directly asked the question he was most concerned about.

"Uncle...Uncle, has he read my letter?"

As soon as these words came out, Draco felt that his heart could not help but beat a little more violently.

He widened his eyes and stared at Hagrid's expression. He clenched his fists together unconsciously, pursed his lips, and waited excitedly for a reply.

Hagrid didn't have anything to do with Draco. He nodded readily and answered the other's question immediately.

"Looked at it."

Seeing Draco's face begin to turn red due to excitement and congestion, he quickly added.

"I happened to be in Charlie's office when he was watching it. He seemed very happy, and he even wrote a reply and asked me to bring it back and give it to you."

After saying that, Hagrid put his hand into the pocket of his cloak, dug it out, took out a letter, and handed it to Draco.

Draco's little mouth opened slightly, and the pupils in his bright eyes trembled faintly.

"This...this is my uncle's reply to me?!"

He stretched out his hand and slowly took the letter handed over by Hagrid.

Looking carefully at the envelope, there is the shield-shaped Black family emblem branded with a skull as the top, a sword-holding hand and three crows arranged downwards...

Draco suddenly felt that for so long, he had been working hard to achieve excellence in every subject and to impress every teacher, just for this moment.

Now that I have this letter in my hands, it proves that all my efforts were correct, and the achievements I have made have received the rewards I deserve.

He slowly raised his arm and lifted the letter into the air, staring at it with solemn eyes for nearly a minute.

"I'm going to tell my dad..."

After a long time, Draco murmured:

"Draco what happened?!"

Hermione looked at his behavior, and a strange look gradually appeared in her eyes. She turned her head, lowered her voice to Ron, and asked incredulously

"It's just a letter... why does Draco seem... like he's petrified?"

"A letter?"

Withdrawing his envious gaze from the letter, Ron turned to look at Hermione, looked her up and down, and then rolled his eyes.

"That has the Black family crest printed on it!"

After finishing speaking, Ron blinked, turned his head again, glanced at Draco holding the letter, smacked his lips with a bit of envy and jealousy, and continued.

"The family crest has a very important symbolic meaning among pure-blood nobles... Although we, the Weasley family, don't really care much about it, the other twenty-seven families regard it as a sacred symbol. In

Emblazoning your family's crest on letters sent to others is, firstly, the first way to express its origin to everyone who sees the letter, and secondly, it is a recognition and respect for the recipient.

Now, Draco has received a letter with the family crest from Mr. Black. In a sense, it can be said that he is treating Draco as an almost equal to express his approval."

As he spoke, Ron's mouth pouted, and the resentment in his eyes became stronger.

Suddenly, he suddenly asked:

"Hermione... you said that if I study hard from now on, will Mr. Black send me a letter like this at Christmas... After all, I am still his by blood.

...Cousin?”

"It's so strange..." Hermione ignored him and automatically omitted that sentence. She muttered to herself.

"Okay... In this case, my mission is completed."

Seeing that everyone's attention was focused on the letter, Hagrid couldn't care about anything else for a while, so he shrugged and said

"I have something else to do, so I have to go back first... If you have anything else to ask me, you are welcome to visit my cabin when you have time. Oh, by the way, remember to tell me in advance so that I can prepare freshly baked rock skin.

Treat you to cakes."

After saying that, he waved to everyone and walked downstairs along the corridor amidst everyone's farewells.

………………………………

"Hurry! Draco, you should open it and see what Mr. Black said to you."

On the way to the dining hall, Ron's enthusiasm for Mr. Black's letter had not dissipated. For the first time, he squeezed in beside Draco and urged him one after another.

"What are you talking about?!"

Draco used his elbow to push Ron who was leaning towards him outwards, while refusing to

"Of course you have to find a suitable opportunity to read such an important letter! How could you open it so casually on the way to dinner?!"

Two steps behind them, Harry and Hermione, who were also confused, looked at the two people as if they were just watching the excitement.

"When are you going to turn him on, Draco?"

Harry thought for a while and then asked

"No matter what, we have to wait until we go to the library!"

Draco's eyes were shining, and for a moment he didn't even care to hold his notebook and read it non-stop as before. You didn't need to think about it to know that his mind was completely focused on the letter at the moment.

"So...it's really weird."

Hermione curled her lips, quickly lost interest, and turned her attention to other places.