Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

Even though there are still a few days until Halloween, in Hogwarts, a group of lively and adventurous little wizards have already begun to look forward to it early.

Pumpkin heads with candles lit began to appear in every corner of the castle.

The expressions on the faces of the ghosts flying back and forth in mid-air were no longer as numb as before, and began to become more colorful.

Even Professor Binns these days, when he was in class, his voice was filled with unprecedented emotions, and his interest in teaching became a bit higher.

Although it didn't make much difference to the other little wizards, who felt they should lie down on the table and fall asleep. But Hermione was very happy to hear it, and her eyes sparkled.

Harry bet that if it wasn't impossible to find Professor Binns, she would have chased them all again with the notebook and kept asking questions.

In these few days, the person who had the most comfortable life was probably Ron.

His two twin brothers, Fred and George, suddenly made a 180-degree change in their attitudes after they made some inquiries and confirmed that their brothers were not bragging.

So much so that every time it was time for class, Draco could see that the pockets of his robes were stuffed bulging with all kinds of delicious candies... Even violet candies seemed to be free of charge.

After stuffing it into his mouth, the other three people could not help but tremble their eyelids as they watched, speechless.

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In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the four people were standing among the bustling crowd as usual, each holding a thick copy of "Dark Arts: Self-Defense Guide".

However, unlike other little wizards who keep company with each other, their red and green school uniforms will always be a surprising alternative among first graders...

Quirrell was still wearing his spacious black cloak and thick turban. He hunched his neck like a habit, lowered his head and looked at the textbook timidly. At the same time, he spoke slowly to the teacher in a stuttering accent full of the smell of garlic.

The following story tells...

"Sucking... vampires is undoubtedly dangerous. If, if you can't handle it well... you will become their companion."

Even though it was already the season from autumn to winter, the sweat on Quirrell's forehead was still the same as before, and it would flow down the edge of his turban from time to time, causing him to only lift it up again and again during lectures.

Arms, wipe them clean with your sleeves.

It also made the already unsmooth lecture rhythm even more bumpy.

"What are you getting for Halloween, licorice sticks, or chocolate frogs?"

"Melon Zucker! I bought a lot of Melon Zuckerets last time and I haven't finished them yet... But I actually plan to get some licorice sticks later. I can give them to Del. He seems to like them very much.

"

"I met Dabu before class. He said that the supply volume should be greatly improved in the past few days!"

"Really!?" A little girl wearing Gryffindor's red robe listened to her companion's words, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she almost screamed with excitement.

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…

Among the crowd, the sparse conversations and exchanges have never stopped since the beginning of class.

And this is also the norm in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Because as a professor, Quirrell rarely stops people from talking or deserting. Most of the time, if it is not too much, he will give it a certain degree of restraint.

Acquiescence. As a result, the students became more and more unscrupulous.

In the crowd, even Draco had no intention of continuing to listen to Quirrell. Only Hermione was still under the influence of the surrounding environment, pursed her lips and widened her eyes in an effort to hold on.

Ron stood on tiptoes and looked out through the glass on the wall of the classroom not far away.

Look at the seniors riding on broomsticks, hiding pumpkin heads filled with candies in various corners outside.

Rags and old bandages that had been prepared for an unknown period of time were hung on the spire and attic of the castle, creating a terrifying atmosphere.

"Do you know?"

Suddenly, Ron withdrew his gaze and said coldly

"Fred and George told me another secret today."

"Oh, that's really rare."

Draco still maintained the same attitude as usual regarding Ron's so-called "secret". After sneering, he rolled his huge eyes and turned to the other side.

Just when Ron's eyes widened again for a moment, luckily Harry, being the peacemaker, hurriedly asked.

"Uh...what is it?"

After getting the response he wanted, Ron smiled with satisfaction. He first looked around, especially at Draco.

After confirming that no one was paying attention, he put his head next to Harry's ear and said seriously

"You may not believe it... Actually, the candy vending machine in the principal's office is different from other vending machines - it is a special version!"

"Special edition!?"

Harry was startled for a moment, then turned his head and looked at Ron in surprise.

"Um!"

Ron nodded solemnly, his eyes flashing with wisdom, and continued.

"Fred said that the last time he was called to the principal's office by Principal Dumbledore, he had actually carefully looked at the candy vending machine.

That candy vending machine has two more slots than the others!!"

As soon as these words came out, not only Harry, but even Draco, who had been pretending to turn his head away but was actually listening, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"real!"

Seemingly to make his words more credible, he quickly added another sentence.

"At first, Fred thought he had seen it wrong, so he went back and told George about it. But George deliberately found a reason to go and take a look, and then he decided that there were indeed two extra grids!

I think this news should be the most credible of what they said."

"Whether it is true or not, you will know when you go see it with your own eyes one day."

Finally, Draco turned his head back, sighed, and said to Ron.

However, just when Ron thought about the credibility of this matter for a while and was about to say something more to Draco, suddenly, in front of the podium, Ron heard Professor Quirrell call out his name.

And not just him, Harry and Draco were all mentioned by it.

The three people were stunned for a moment, then subconsciously raised their heads and looked towards the front where Quirrell was.

At some point, he had put down the lesson plan in his hand and turned out a thick pile of yellowed parchment.

"Way, Weasley, Potter, Malfoy..."

Quirrell wiped the sweat from his head, stretched out his hand, fiddled with the yellowed parchment, and then accurately pulled out three pieces.

"This, this is the paper I left a few days ago... When, when faced with a vampire, what should we do..."

With that said, Quirrell finally slowly raised his head. For some reason, looking at the other person's eyes, Draco felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

Subconsciously, he once again overlapped the look in Quirrell's eyes at this moment with the scene he saw that night.

Draco couldn't help but frown slightly. But soon, when he thought of what his uncle said in the letter not long ago, he suppressed all the uneasiness in his heart and continued to listen to what Quirrell had not finished.

speak.

"Gentlemen, I found suspicion of plagiarism in your and three of your papers."

Hearing this, Ron and Harry's faces suddenly turned pale, and they couldn't help but shrink their necks in vain, carefully avoiding the scrutinizing gaze cast by Quirrell.

After a performance, he almost had the words "I copied this assignment" written directly on his face.

Looking at the performance of the two people, Quirrell sneered in his heart. But the expression on his face was still the same as before, and he continued softly.

"No, whether it's the name of the paper or the format of the subtitle, they are all exactly the same. Not to mention, you are..."

Quirrell's performance was very similar, stumbling but meticulous, which even made Ron, who was very worried, feel a bit of toothache.

His face was so red that he didn't even say the next words out loud, so he simply went deep into his hand and emphatically drew a circle on a large paragraph of the paper.

"One, exactly the same!"

"I'm sorry Professor..."

Harry lowered his head in shame, stepped out of the crowd like a penguin, faced Quirrell, and expressed his apology frankly.

"well……"

After sighing, seeing that Harry had already walked out, Ron and Draco had no choice but to follow and came to both sides of Harry one after another.

Quirrell took a deep breath, frowned slightly, and the cowardice on his face disappeared, replaced by a little anger.

"This, this is a very serious behavior."

He raised his arm slightly and threw three pieces of parchment into the air.

A gust of breeze came out of thin air, carrying it back to the hands of the three people.

"S-sorry, gentlemen, I have to bring you some, some punishment."

He stretched out two fingers, faced everyone, and continued

"I, there are two choices here."

"One, it's Slytherin House, minus fifty points, Gryffindor minus twenty-five points..."

As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of exclamation among the students. Whether it was Gryffindor, Slytherin, or even Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, they all looked "seeing this"

"It's a ghost", and they started noisy discussions one after another.

After all, this punishment is unprecedentedly severe! Even Professor Snape, who loves deducting points, has never deducted such a huge number of points in class at once.

"Quiet...quiet!"

But even in the face of the disapproval of many students, Quirrell didn't seem to have the slightest intention to take back what he just said. He stopped everyone righteously and continued.

"The second... is to go to Mr. Filch on Halloween, that is, during dinner time on November 1st, and accept the arrangement of cleaning the toilets from him!"

"Halloween!?" Ron wailed, "Why can't it be another day? Why does it have to be Halloween!?"

"Professor, can I go a day early? Please, please."

However, it was obvious that in the face of Ron's begging, Quirrell still pursed his lips tightly and stubbornly shook his head.

At the same time, it also made Harry and Draco, who were silent, look even more ugly.

Quirrell paused, looked around at everyone, and sighed. Then, in a sincere tone, he slowly confided:

"I, I know, most of you probably can't understand why they were given such a big punishment... At that time, it was because the Defense Against Dark Arts course was a very important course.

It is not limited to exams or theories in books, but also techniques that can save your lives at critical moments."

"I know, or maybe you sneer at what I said and don't understand it... But, as your professor, I must be responsible for you! Although this punishment is only for the three of them, but,

I want all the little wizards here to remember here... you will one day grow up and become...

Become a new vitality in the wizarding world, and the role of the Defense Against Dark Arts course is to protect you from those evil forces. I hope you will face me and face this book "Dark Magic: Self-Defense" in the future.

"Guidebook" can maintain a serious attitude...take every class seriously, finish every assignment seriously."

Quirrell's remarks were impassioned and precise, and even made the noisy little wizards hang their heads in shame on the spot, not daring to look at them.

Hermione was even more moved, and tears of emotion appeared in her eyes.

Seeing such a scene, the mouths of the three Harrys felt bitter, but they could only lower their heads like everyone else, pretending to be well-educated and not daring to say anything else.

"call……"

Slowly exhaling a breath of turbid air, Quirrell wiped the sweat from his forehead again and asked.

"Okay... Now, now, tell me, do you choose to deduct points, pay back, or clean the toilet?"

Draco pushed his head down hard, hiding the twitching corners of his mouth and frowning brows.

Although it sounds like Quirrell has given two choices, in fact, he clearly knows that the only thing the three of them can choose is to clean the toilet.

You ask why? Look at the pair of eyes behind them. Draco is sure that if the three of them choose to deduct points under such circumstances, then in just half a day, such as "Coward" and "Shame on the Academy",

With a title like "a drag bottle", a group of angry little wizards would hit him without any hesitation.

What we have to face next may be "cold violence" or worse...

"We chose to clean the toilet."

Taking a deep breath, the three people looked at each other, and then gave their final answer.