Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

Of course, Draco, who was still sitting in the box and concentrating on reading, had no idea about the conversation between Goyle and Crabbe.

But with his current temperament, even if he really knew it, it would probably not cause too big a stir in his mentality...

Draco gently twisted the pages of the book, and from time to time stretched out his index finger to trace Charlie's beautiful self on the notebook.

Feeling the uneven feeling imprinted on the paper for an unknown amount of time, I couldn't help but feel a little dazed for a moment.

He seemed to be able to imagine that in Hogwarts, countless late nights or early mornings... the figure in the same grade as him was leaning on the desk word by word, filling up this huge notebook.

For a moment, an inexplicable excitement surged in his heart. Draco couldn't help but take a deep breath, and his eyes became firmer.

"I must, want to become like an uncle..."

However, just as Draco was muttering to himself and making another vow in his heart, a voice suddenly broke the atmosphere that he had built up.

"Hey, hello! There's a kid named Neville whose toad can't be found. Did he get in here?"

"Um?"

Draco frowned and slowly turned his head in the direction of the sound with an unkind expression.

At the door, a girl with fluffy hair who looked about the same age as him was standing there, looking towards him as she spoke.

Draco's brows furrowed even more, and he opened his mouth, about to say something.

However, what he didn't expect was that the girl standing at the door suddenly seemed to notice something and moved her eyes away from Draco, looking straight at the notebook he placed on the table.

"Are you reading a book?" The girl's tone suddenly became happy, as if she had met someone with similar interests, and even her eyes became a little brighter.

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

Draco didn't give a good look to the other party because he was a girl. Instead, he remained as usual, with a strong sense of harshness in his words.

Sure enough, after hearing Draco's reply, the girl who was originally very enthusiastic immediately frowned and squinted her eyes and scanned Draco up and down again.

"Really, is it my problem? Or is this the tradition of you guys? You don't know how to chat well when you meet people you don't know."

Draco had no idea what she was talking about, and he had no interest in it at all.

"snort……"

Draco sneered and stopped paying attention to the girl at the door. He moved his eyes back to his notebook and responded with his bad attitude.

"If you hadn't bothered me, you probably wouldn't have known."

I dare not say anything else, but at least when it comes to venomous tongues, Draco and Ron are obviously not on the same level.

Almost instantly, Draco's favorability in Hermione's heart was like a roller coaster, suddenly falling to the bottom and surpassing the previous Ron in the shortest time.

She pursed her lips and glared fiercely at the annoying guy in the box. You could hear her rapid breathing, showing how angry she was feeling at the moment.

Until this moment, some suspicion suddenly flashed through Hermione's heart...

She didn't know whether it was a wise move for her to give up her place at Eton College during the summer vacation and choose Hogwarts, a magic school she had never heard of.

You know, for her who was born in a middle-to-upper-class family with excellent living conditions, and who has been praised by her parents as the apple of her eye since she was a child, something like today is something she has never experienced in all these years!

In the residential area where she lives, almost everyone is polite, speaks softly, and has a kind face... No matter how bad they are, it is just not polishing their leather shoes before going out every day.

And like today - when she suffered hostility from two strangers in a row even though she had done nothing, it was simply unimaginable to her!!

The box fell into silence again, and Draco, who was looking at his notebook and listening to the noise, thought it was almost time for the other party to leave.

Suddenly the girl's voice sounded again, but this time, she was not as friendly as before.

"Oh, that's right! Let me guess, why do you dislike others approaching you so much..."

Draco turned his head again, squinting his eyes and looking at her inexplicably.

Just when he was about to speak again as usual, the girl spoke first.

"Is it because you don't want to expose the fact that you don't understand it at all?"

Hermione answered to herself, her eyes also showing a bit of deliberate pity.

"How pitiful... Do you need me to tell you that the thing you are reading is called a book, and it is spelled like this b-o-o-k..."

"Are you kidding..."

Draco was stunned by the sudden counterattack at first, then his brows furrowed even more, and he opened his mouth to give it back.

As a result, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted again.

"Yes, there is no need to defend anything, because I know that the more people defend, the more it means they lack something. Have you ever heard of an old saying? It's called..."

"Protect your pathetic self-esteem! I will definitely not tell others-"

………………

Draco's pupils shrank, and his lips couldn't help but tremble slightly. They opened them again and again, trying to fight back several times.

But the other party didn't give him any chance to speak.

A series of words came one after another, like a machine gun, being spoken continuously by her in one breath.

"call………"

Finally, after four full minutes of venting, Hermione finally let go of all the depression that had continued in her heart.

She took a long breath, and then raised her eyebrows provocatively at Draco, who had already stayed where he was, and showed a bright smile, which was a perfect summary of the confrontation between the two.

"I hope you have realized your mistake...Really, no need to thank me, my name is Hermione...I hope you will be happy when we meet next time."

After saying that, he ignored everything else and left Draco's box with a shake of his head.

After a long time...Draco finally came to his senses from the violent bombardment just now.

His confused eyes gradually regained their vitality, and then his eyelids trembled violently, veins sprouted on his forehead, and an incredible look appeared.

"Are you kidding me?"

With a "Oh!", he jumped up from his seat, no longer caring about what book he was reading, and rushed out, looking around for traces of Hermione.

"How dare she...how dare she!"

However, the other party had already disappeared at this moment, and no one could be seen in the empty corridor.