Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

But this memory did not last long...because soon, they passed through the dense raindrops and entered Hogwarts.

The motorcycle swooped down vertically from mid-air, and then landed steadily on the ground.

"Well..."

Hagrid used his feet to support the motorcycle, but did not get off it immediately.

He took off his goggles, shook his wet hair, and then turned to look at Charlie behind him.

Seeing that the other party still looked calm and unhurried, not to mention his clothes, even the hairstyle on his head was not messy at all, so he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and asked casually with a bit of surprise.

"What is this, a new look?"

"Almost..." Charlie nodded, without hiding anything from Hagrid, and simply replied:

"It's a spell that I tinkered with before... It's similar to the combined spell of rejuvenation and armor protection. It has no defensive effect, but it can add a layer of simple magic power around the body to avoid being stained by anything.

Dirty stuff.”

"Sounds very practical."

Hagrid skillfully kicked off the bracket of the motorcycle, and then expressed unabashed admiration

"What's it called?" Hagrid thought for a moment and then asked.

"I call him dust-free..."

After the motorcycle stopped, Charlie raised his legs and lowered himself off while continuing to talk to Hagrid.

"What, are you interested?"

Hagrid also got off the motorcycle, and while leading Charlie towards the auditorium, he nodded frankly and explained.

"I got some recently, uh..." Hagrid said, paused, and scratched his head.

"…little thing!" he continued

"A group of cute little things, but they are just too annoying. Sometimes they will spit a green slime at you... You know, that kind of thing is very difficult to clean. I help them change the thatch in their nest every time.

You must be careful, careful, and careful at all times, because if it gets rubbed accidentally, that piece of clothing will never be clean again."

Having said this, Hagrid, who was leading Charlie in front, couldn't help but slow down his pace and looked at Charlie beside him, his eyes full of expectation.

"Do you think that being clean can help me?"

"There should be no problem..." Listening to Hagrid's words, Charlie couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. He smiled, but in his heart he couldn't help but wonder what the "little cutie" Hagrid mentioned was.

"This spell is not difficult...even easier than armor protection. Find me a piece of paper later and I can write it to you."

After hearing what Charlie said, Hagrid couldn't help but open his mouth, as if he wanted to tell the other person... In fact, armor protection is not a very simple spell.

But before he could say anything more, at a corner not far away, a familiar female voice with a hint of joy suddenly came into their ears.

"Is that you, Charlie?"

The two of them followed the sound and saw Professor McGonagall walking slowly from not far away.

"Professor McGonagall!"

A look of surprise appeared on Charlie's face. Looking at Mag as he walked over, he hurriedly took a few steps to catch up and arrived in front of him first.

"Look at you, my best student ever..."

Professor McGonagall looked at the 30-year-old student in front of her, and for a moment, her usually serious face could not help but show a bit of pity. The corner of her mouth raised a bit of a smile of appreciation for the younger generation... She stretched out her hand.

, as if he gently patted his shoulder just like he did more than ten years ago.

"How is your Transfiguration Spell?" Professor McGonagall continued. "I hope that after so many years, you haven't slacked off practicing it for any other reason."

Listening to Professor McGonagall's voice, recalling her diligent teachings during her student days, I couldn't help but feel warm in my heart, and said

"Don't worry, Professor. I have never forgotten your teachings... I even wrote down every word you told me in my notebook word for word."

Speaking of notebooks, Charlie's eyes lit up. He thought of something and couldn't help but smile.

"Professor... among this year's freshmen, there may be children who can surprise you."

"Surprised me...?" Mag raised her eyebrows, as if she was surprised by Charlie's words. She looked at Charlie, who looked sure in front of her, and couldn't help but feel a little curious in her heart.

So he followed Charlie's words and continued to ask

"who is he?"

"My nephew!" Charlie raised his head slightly happily, like a parent showing off his outstanding children. His already puffed-up chest was even more confident at this moment. "Draco Malfoy."

Hearing this name, Mag couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Malfoy's?"

"Trust me, Professor." As if he had anticipated Mag's reaction when he heard the name, Charlie nodded seriously.

"He is a different Malfoy...a Malfoy who still has unlimited possibilities and has not been completely shaped..."

"All right……"

Mag listened to Charlie's words. Although she still had doubts in her heart, she still chose to believe it for the time being. She nodded and continued.

"But you know, I never give special treatment to students."

"Of course!" Charlie nodded quickly and continued.

"No special treatment required!" As he said this, Charlie emphasized the word "preferential treatment" a little more.

"Because he is very talented, I feel that if he learns the most basic courses like other little wizards, it will not help him at all..."

After hearing this, Mag suddenly felt interesting, so he continued to ask

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"Leave him more homework - assign more difficult tasks, and try to let him experience the feeling I had when I took the N.E.W.T (Advanced Wizarding Level Examination)!"

"you……"

Mag's expression finally became unbearable. She looked at Charlie suspiciously and couldn't help but ask, "Charlie, tell me honestly, what is the problem between you and the Malfoy family?"

Charlie shook his head and was about to explain something to Professor McGonagall. Suddenly, Hagrid, who was still standing aside and ignored by the two of them like a background in the air, finally couldn't hold back and interrupted the conversation between the two.

"Ahem..." He coughed twice briefly, looked at Charlie first, and then set his eyes on Mag.

"I don't mean to interrupt your conversation, Professor McGonagall... but it's almost time for the opening ceremony..."

As he spoke, he tentatively pointed in the direction of the Hogwarts auditorium and asked in a low voice.

"Should...should we go there first?"