Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

"Oh...the candy factory."

Ron replied with a clear "Oh".

But the next second, he seemed to suddenly realize something, and his mouth that was chewing like a squirrel suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes were fixed on Harry again.

"Wait...his name is Charlie?"

"Yes, Mr. Charlie."

"He...opened a candy factory??"

Having said this, Ron's tone seemed to be a little uncontrollable, and his lips couldn't help but tremble.

"Uh...yes."

Harry was a little frightened by Ron's solemn look. He shrank back to the backrest without leaving any trace, and continued to nod in response.

"He's Charlie Black!?!?"

………………

"Be careful, Goyle! You'd better lift my suitcase higher. The contents inside are much more valuable than your luggage!"

In the train corridor, Draco still held the huge notebook given to him by Charlie in his hand, studying it carefully word by word.

Hearing the faint sound of collision coming from behind, he just paused and scolded him casually. From beginning to end, he never took his eyes away from the notebook.

"Sorry...Draco!"

Behind him, Gore wiped the faint sweat on his face, tried hard to obey the order, raised the suitcase in his hand high, and finally put it on his shoulders.

He looked at the boy in front of him who looked unusually delicate even from his back, and couldn't help but ask.

"Actually…Draco, do you really think reading on the train is a good idea?"

Behind Goyle, Clark, who was also dragging a pile of luggage, quickly stuck his head out and echoed heartily.

"Yes, yes! My father told me that reading all the time will damage your eyes!"

"Yes...it's just because you believed your father's words that your eyes are fine but your brain is broken."

Draco turned his head and rolled his eyes at the two of them.

After making a casual mockery, he turned his attention back to the book and continued walking forward.

Only Goyle and Clark were left staring with big eyes and a bit of confusion in their expressions.

After being stunned for a while, they both could only sigh and continue to carry their luggage and slowly follow.

They really didn't know what was wrong with Draco. He was obviously a normal person when they met at the college entrance dinner, but why did he suddenly seem to be a different person today? He had been holding the big book since he met the two of them.

Read the book non-stop.

Isn’t it just a book? Even if two people tried their best, they really couldn’t figure out what’s the difference between it.

Goyle and Clark also secretly glanced up a few times while Draco was not paying attention, but the dense symbols and words almost had a certain lethality. Even after just one glance, the two of them were dizzy and directly persuaded them.

retreat.

To be honest, if it weren't for the usual venomous tongue and the roll of the eyes that revealed disgust, they would really think that the Draco next to them was not him at all.

"I'm about to enter Hogwarts! You won't understand the sense of urgency I feel!"

Draco frowned slightly, and while continuing to read the book, he said to Goyle and Clark behind him.

"Like my uncle! When he entered Hogwarts, he was already proficient in twenty spells! I must follow his pace in order to become as great a person as him in the future!"

"No...no way Draco!? You need to learn twenty spells before you get to Hogwarts??"

Goyle and Clark were stunned. The way they looked at Draco now seemed like they were looking at a monster.

"How is it possible..."

Fortunately, Draco's answer relieved them.

"I admit that although I am extremely talented, I am obviously not qualified compared to my uncle."

As he spoke, Draco took a deep breath, and his eyes became more determined, as if he had been injected with an invisible force.

"So I have to work harder to keep up with him."

After saying that, his steps straight forward became more sonorous.

"It's... so weird."

Clark had a bitter face, twisted like a melon, glanced at Goyle, and whispered in a low voice.

"I still like the old Draco..."

Gore replied dully, and the expression on his face began to turn sad.

"I really hope he can change back as soon as possible..."

"My dad told me when we went back from the dinner that day that Charlie Black is actually a rich freak... I really don't understand why Draco has to be like him?"

"Don't his family have enough money?"

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………

Just as the two of them were secretly biting their ears behind their backs, Draco in front suddenly seemed to notice something.

"Um?"

Draco's footsteps froze, his eyes rarely moved away from the book, and he began to scan the surrounding boxes.

"Goyle! Clark!"

Suddenly, he turned around suddenly and shouted to the two people lingering behind him.

"In!!Draco!"

"What's going on! Draco!"

The sudden voice almost scared the two fat men who were talking bad words about Charlie Black behind their backs to their feet.

He hurriedly pretended as if nothing had happened, and hurriedly followed Draco in front of him.

"Did you just hear something?"

"Sound...sound?"

Gao Er pulled his collar with some guilt and his eyes drifted to the side unconsciously.

"What...what a sound."

Clark behind him also swallowed and carefully shrank his neck.

"Tsk..."

Draco looked at the two inexplicable expressions and couldn't help but frowned. But he still didn't think much, just murmured in confusion.

"Did I hear it wrong? I seemed to hear someone calling my uncle's name..."

As soon as these words came out, the two people who were originally modest broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly shook their heads in denial.

"No, no, we didn't hear Mr. Charlie's name."

"Maybe you heard it wrong...after all, there are so many people named Charlie."

Draco's frown eased a little after listening to what the two of them said.

After all, the train was not very quiet at the moment. A group of children who were in their prime of energy gathered together, so it was difficult for them not to be noisy.

All kinds of noises, joking, shouting and running sounds filled the whole train.

Even Draco had a hard time determining whether it was exactly what the two said and that he had heard it wrong.

"Okay, maybe I heard wrong..."

Just as Draco was talking, he turned his head again.

When Goyle and Clark secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, a faint voice came out again.

"You actually know Charlie Black!?!?"

"wrong!"

Draco's soothing brows immediately wrinkled again. This time he was sure that he definitely heard it!