Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

Facing Ron's unabashed envy, just when Harry was about to say something...

A voice coming from the door of the train compartment directly intervened in the conversation between the two.

"I just heard someone mentioning my uncle's name..."

The sudden voice caused Harry and Ron, who were still chatting, to subconsciously stop what they were about to say, and both looked towards the door of the box.

And then, Harry quickly saw the owner of that voice...

A boy with blond hair appeared in front of Harry.

His eyes were slightly narrowed and his brows were slightly wrinkled. When he came in, he looked at the two people in the box with an arrogant look.

He was also holding a very strange big book in his hand, and he was blocking the door of the box so grandly.

Suddenly, the boy seemed to notice something, and his eyes that were still scanning the two of them regained focus, all focusing on Ron opposite him.

"The Weasley one?"

Draco's lips trembled. Although he subconsciously wanted to say something sarcastic, fortunately he tried his best to control it. After holding it in for a long time, he finally didn't say what he was thinking.

"Poor relative of the Malfoy family" came out.

After all, he had just heard someone say: "You actually know Charlie Black!?"

Although I don't know if it is true or not, even if there is a slight possibility that one of the two guys sitting here knows his uncle, he will try his best to maintain his good image.

You must not allow this little thing to flaw in the perfect image you have established in front of your uncle...

You know, even though he can't control his mouth, he actually knows in his heart that being too venomous is not an extremely aristocratic behavior.

"Malfoy!?"

On the other side, when he saw the visitor, Ron seemed to be stimulated by something. He jumped up from his seat like a cat with a sudden fur, and looked at De with wary eyes.

Depor, it seems like he is going to have a big fight in the next second.

Harry sat there and looked left and right at the two people who stood up and were at war with each other. He was a little confused because he didn't understand anything yet.

"Why are you here!?" Ron didn't talk too much to him, he just opened his mouth and asked directly.

After hearing what he said, Draco's originally frowned brows relaxed a lot, and his eyes became strange, as if he was looking at a not very smart fool.

He turned around and glanced at the other peers running behind him, without saying anything.

At this moment, Goyle and Clark, who were originally following him, finally caught up with Draco. Like two door gods, they stood behind Draco, blocking the already cramped corridor.

It must be tight and tight, and the water will not leak out.

Seeing the two big guys coming over, Ron, who was still aggressive at first, couldn't help but take two steps back. He subconsciously glanced at Harry beside him, feeling even less confident.

"So...can you answer my question?"

Draco raised his chin lightly, and continued to ask Ron without changing his tone.

"What's the problem?"

Although he was not very confident, Ron's attitude was still stiff.

"I just heard my uncle's name..."

Draco repeated what he said when he first came in.

But this time, as he spoke, his eyes slowly shifted to Harry.

"No one here knows your uncle!"

Ron scolded dryly.

However, facing Ron's scolding, Draco ignored it at this moment.

His eyes were still on Harry, looking from top to bottom, carefully looking at the boy in front of him, and finally landed on the box he was holding in his hand.

Harry was a little frightened by his gaze, and he also felt a little uncomfortable being offended. When he was about to say something, Draco spoke first.

"My uncle is Charlie Black."

As soon as these words came out, the entire box fell into silence.

Ron, who was about to continue yelling something, was stunned on the spot, and even Harry, who was about to speak just now, turned into a blank look.

But then, he reacted and looked at Draco in front of him, with an incredible look in his eyes.

"So you are Mr. Charlie's...nephew?"

"That's right." Draco heard Harry's words and subconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, enjoying the gaze cast by the other party, his face still looking proud.

"So...who are you?"

Perhaps because he was in a good mood, and because the other person might know his uncle, Draco was not too presumptuous, but rarely used honorifics to others.

As he spoke, he even extended his right hand.

Harry's eyes became brighter. He stood up, showed Draco a bright smile, and reached out to hold Draco's hand.

The dissatisfaction that the other party felt when he barged in without permission and when he looked at me wantonly disappeared completely as the two hands were held together.

"Hello! My name is Harry Potter,..."

At this point, Harry paused and seemed hesitant about how to introduce his relationship with Mr. Charlie to Draco.

Finally, after thinking rapidly in his mind, he finally came up with an appropriate identity.

"Mr. Charlie has helped me - he's my friend!"

However, after Harry blurted out his words, before Draco could say anything, Goyle and Clark behind him were the first to react.

I heard two muffled "plop" sounds coming from behind me.

Draco frowned and turned around, only to see that the two guys had subconsciously let go of the luggage they were holding in their hands, and stared at Harry in the box in shock, with undisguised shock in their eyes.

"He he he..."

Goyle's fat chin trembled as he stuttered.

In the end, it was Clark who added what he wanted to say.

"He's the Harry Potter who...killed You-Know-Who!!!"

"Yes! He is Harry Potter!"

Ron, who was ignored at first, was extremely happy when he saw this scene. He quickly jumped out again and said provocatively to Draco.

"He is the Harry Potter who killed the mysterious man. He is much more powerful than your uncle!"

"Weasley!!"

"Ron!!"

However, after he said these words, he couldn't help but regret it a little.

Because it wasn't just Draco who whipped his head around and glared at him.

Even Harry quickly called him.