Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

In the library, Draco was sitting upright in his seat with his chest raised and his head raised.

He solemnly held the letter with the Black family crest in his hand.

"I'm going to go."

He glanced at Harry and Ron on the left and right, nodded, and his tone was even more solemn and serious than ever before.

"Quick, quick, quick!!"

Ron was so excited that he clenched his hands tightly into fists and urged. Under the table, his legs were flopping desperately and stepping on the ground.

Looking back at Harry, although he still didn't understand the general idea, but after reading the letter sent by Mr. Black and looking at the moods of Ron and Draco, he couldn't help but be affected by it and fell into some inexplicable feeling.

excitement, and tension.

"Um!"

He nodded heavily, raised his glasses a little with his hands, and carefully opened his eyes.

Hermione, on the other hand, still didn't understand their boring thoughts and ideas. She just walked to the side and previewed the content that Professor McGonagall would teach in the next Transfiguration class.

With a "stab" sound, as the envelope was opened by Draco, the folded letter inside floated out automatically without any wind, slowly unfolded in the air, and then fell quietly on the table.

Hermione couldn't help but raise her head and cast a few glances in the direction between the three people. Then she quickly pulled it back and stuck her head down again. She looked at the Transfiguration textbook in front of her and deliberately ignored it.

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On the letter paper, there are beautiful handwritings drawn with a quill pen dipped in blue ink.

For Draco, who was already familiar with his uncle Charlie's notes, he could naturally recognize it at a glance. This was the handwriting of Charlie Black.

"To my dear nephew Draco"

Looking up, the first line was the most basic greeting, and then, Charlie continued to write.

"I'm very happy to see you achieve such excellent results in school. Whether it's Transfiguration, Potions, History of Magic, Defense Against the Dark Arts, etc... I believe you must be among the best in the whole grade.

.Even me back then, I’m afraid I couldn’t reach your level.”

After receiving Charlie's personal admission, Draco's heart beat became more and more violent. He unconsciously squeezed the letter in his hand and wrinkled the letter...

"Oh my god..."

Harry leaned his head over, his eyes filled with envy. However, amidst the envy, there was also a bit of loneliness flowing through his eyes.

As a staunch fan of Mr. Charlie Black since the beginning of school, Harry naturally longed for the day when he could gain Charlie's recognition like Draco.

But it's a pity...what is it about him that makes Mr. Charlie treat him differently? Harry thought hard in his mind.

In terms of relationship, I only had a one-time relationship with Mr. Charlie Black, and he helped me a lot.

Not only did he resolve the harsh criticism and abuse he received from his aunt and uncle, but he also helped him punish Cousin Dudley and let out a bad breath. He even specially called Dobby and delivered his birthday gift to him... Looking back again

He himself, but never made anything in return for Mr. Black.

In terms of academic performance, I was only good in flying classes or Defense Against the Dark Arts classes. As for other subjects, I could only maintain an average level. Not to mention being on par with Hermione and Draco, who were always at the top.

Compared with the outstanding friends around him, he is just an ordinary boy. Just like the other young wizards who studied with him, there is nothing outstanding...the only thing that is extra is The title of "Savior".

But, so what? Perhaps ordinary people would think this is a great achievement or reputation, and worship themselves for it. However, in the eyes of Mr. Black, does this count as anything?

After arriving at Hogwarts, Harry had learned more or less about Mr. Black's story through various channels...

Knowing his extraordinary talent, knowing his flawlessness, knowing that he had appeared on the battlefield with a very high-profile identity, knowing that he fought to the death with the devil that no one else dared to mention... It's so great like this Will Mr. Black look at him differently because of his status as a "savior"?

No, maybe in his eyes, this is just a childish joke...

Thinking of this, the disappointment in Harry's heart became even more intense.

Although there is still a smile on his expression, the loneliness in his eyes has become a lot worse.

Suddenly, Harry seemed to remember something again

"Perhaps my parents once knew Mr. Black when they were in school? After all, Mr. Black once mentioned my parents... maybe they were good friends when they were in school?

If I write to Mr. Black for this reason, I wonder if he will send me a letter with the Black family crest like he did in reply to Draco..."

The loneliness in his eyes turned into hope again. Harry cheered up, clenched his fists vigorously, and silently encouraged himself in his heart.

However, Draco and Ron, who were concentrating on reading the letter, naturally had no way of knowing Harry's inner changes in a short period of time.

"Did you mention me in your letter to Mr. Black?"

Ron shook Draco's shoulders vigorously with his hand and looked at him eagerly, his eyes full of longing.

"No!"

Draco rolled his eyes at him angrily, took out his elbow, broke away from Ron's clutches, and continued to look down.

At the bottom of the page, Charlie continued to write

"I believe that not only me, but Narcissa and Lucius will also be happy with your efforts and proud of you."

"For this, as your uncle, I think I should also reward you... I thought for a moment and thought about what I should give you."

"award!?"

Ron's voice suddenly rose involuntarily. Although he didn't shout out directly, it was particularly obvious in the Hogwarts library.

For a moment, everyone subconsciously cast a somewhat dissatisfied look in the direction of the sound.

Ron, who was still waiting to react, quickly covered his mouth, subconsciously hunched over and buried his head.

He blinked and looked at Draco

"What will your uncle give you? Is it candy? Maybe he will give you a whole pack of violet candies... If that's the case, can you share some with me?"

Ignoring him, Draco continued reading

"My first thought was candy...after all, this is the most indispensable thing in Charlie's Candy Factory. But after thinking about it, I felt that it was very ordinary and did not reflect my feelings."

"So, I decided to promise you a reward that you have never had before - during the holidays, I will go to your home in person, obtain Narcissa's consent, and then take you to my factory, if you are willing.

, when the time comes, you can spend your holiday there! (Of course, as well as the friends you mentioned to me in your letter, Harry, Ron, and Hermione)"

Draco read to the end, his voice gradually disappeared, and his breathing became stagnant, as if he didn't know how to react.

Beside him, Ron and Harry obviously saw the words on the letter, and they were equally excited for a moment.

"Draco!!!! You are such a good brother!!! I love you so much!!"

Ron gasped, his cheeks suddenly flushed with excitement. He stretched out his hand and hugged Draco's arm hard, like a dog-skin plaster. No matter how hard the other party shook him, he couldn't break away.

Come.

He tried his best to suppress the excitement and trembling in his voice, but the ecstasy in it was still expressed through his tone without any surprise.

At this moment, Ron wanted to hold Draco's head and kiss him hard twice, and all the unpleasantness that had happened before was completely forgotten, and there was no trace of it anymore.

If at this time, you can see the favorability mark on his head as a mark... then there is no need to think too much, it must be a filled shining red heart with the word "100%" written on it!

It's not difficult to understand Ron's current surging mood... It's like a Muggle child who suddenly gets news from his parents:

"Due to your good behavior these days, we decided to take you to Disneyland tomorrow... just for a vacation!!!"

No, it's even more exaggerated than this, because at least Disneyland is still open at any time, and you can go there as long as you have money.

But Charlie’s Candy Factory is different! Until now, not many people have been there!!

"Okay... okay, I understand. Please move away. Don't look at me like that. It's so disgusting."

Although he was about to fly with the same joy, Draco still did not go along with Ron in shame. Instead, he put on a look of disgust and kept pushing Ron aside with his elbows.

Compared to Ron who was huffing and puffing, although Harry was extremely excited, his expression was much more reserved.

His eyes and mouth corners couldn't help but curve up, and he turned his head to look at Draco, a grateful expression filling his eyebrows.

Even Hermione, who had been working hard, finally couldn't stand it anymore at this moment... She raised her head, raised her slender neck from her seat, and looked at the letter in Draco's hand.

It seems incredible that I didn't expect that I was also on the invitation list...

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The noise made by Ron and Draco finally provoked Irma Pince, the librarian.

She took silent steps and quietly appeared behind the four of them. She put her hands on her hips and frowned slightly, quietly watching the two people's misbehavior.

The sight suddenly seemed like a cold wind blowing across his neck. Ron couldn't help but tremble. He had some bad premonition in his heart, as if he was caught by his mother when he was playing with his twin brother at home.

He turned his head stiffly and tilted his head to look back. Soon, the figure of Irma Pince in black came into his eyes, and his husky-like excitement seemed to be splashed on him.

I got a basin of cold water and calmed down a lot.

"...Hi, Ms. Pince."

With a forced grin, Ron greeted dryly like hello.

But Irma Pince did not smile. She shook her head, said nothing, and raised her hand to point in the direction of the library exit.

The meaning is naturally self-evident...

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Not surprisingly, the four partners were invited out by Miss Pingsi.

Hermione puffed her mouth angrily, holding the textbook she had not finished reading under her arm, and gave Ron a sharp look.

"It's all your fault, now I don't even have to stay in the library!"

"It's just a small problem. You can go to Charlie's Candy Factory during the holidays. Why are you worrying about these small things?"

Ron, who was in high spirits, felt as if he had been given a burning buff, and he was not bothered by this matter at all.

He didn't even respond to Hermione's anger as usual, he simply waved his hand and said casually

According to Harry's vague guess, this buff should still be burning on his body for a few months... until it actually reaches Mr. Black's candy factory.

"Right!!"

Suddenly, Ron's eyes lit up, and he seemed to have thought of some great idea, and he said:

"I'm going to tell George and Fred the news!! They have always regarded Charlie Black as their idol, and even have his posters in their rooms! If they knew that as their younger brother, I was lucky enough to go to the candy factory,

Spend an entire vacation with Charlie Black and they will be jealous!!"

Just do it. Before Draco and Harry could react, Hermione's legs flew up quickly and turned into an afterimage. She rushed away with him, and finally disappeared into the shadow of the corridor.

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"He...how long do these symptoms usually last?"

Hermione didn't know what to say for a moment, so she opened her mouth and couldn't help but complain.

"Hmph..."

Draco, who had long boasted of having penetrated Ron's mind, shook his head in surprise, and only answered Hermione's words with two meaningful hums.

Then he lowered his head and continued to read the remaining half of the letter.

"As for the thing you told me at the end of the letter... My answer to this is, just relax and pretend you haven't seen anything. Even if there is really something weird about Quirrell, as long as there is

He won't dare to do anything to you while I'm here, so don't worry."

"As for the unfinished spell you saw in my book... To be honest, I'm glad you have such an idea. But unfortunately, you chose the wrong direction. It's not very ancient.

The spell, on the contrary, was not even twenty years old."

"If you are really interested in it, my advice to you is to ask your Potions Professor!"