Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

"Draco, what's wrong with you?"

Although Draco's strangeness was not very obvious, it was still noticed by Goyle beside him.

He scratched his head, lowered his head and carefully approached Draco and asked

"My uncle is watching me..."

In Draco's eyes, light appeared as if visible to the naked eye. With a slight smile, he looked at Charlie who was looking at him from the high seat, and nodded slightly.

At this moment, Draco wanted to jump on the table and shout to everyone - especially Harry Potter.

"Look! That's my uncle!!!"

But he couldn't... In order to continue to show a perfect appearance in front of his uncle, almost in an instant, Draco changed from the arrogance just now to a young gentleman with aristocratic etiquette.

After listening to Draco's words, Goyle's pupils couldn't help but shrink, and he subconsciously followed Draco's gaze just now to find out.

Soon, he also noticed several professors and the dean next to him, Charlie Black, who to a certain extent could almost be regarded as an upgraded and enhanced version of Draco.

But he didn't look at each other as blatantly as Draco... Thinking that he had been saying bad things about him behind others' backs these past few days, Goyle couldn't help but feel guilty. He subconsciously shrank his neck and turned his head.

He put it aside so that it wouldn't notice him.

"Alright...freshmen."

Professor McGonagall's expression remained normal. She turned around again, lowered her head, looked down at the little wizards with eyes full of curiosity, and said this.

"Next, it's time for you to be sorted into houses - Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin..."

Speaking of this, McGonagall's eyes consciously looked at the timid Harry next to the red-haired Weasley...

Those eyes... were exactly like his mother's. Mag couldn't help but think that in his memory, the beautiful girl with a bright smile seemed to appear before his eyes again.

She turned her eyes again, and easily saw Draco Malfoy at the front holding a huge notebook.

She recalled what Charlie had said to her not long ago...a different Malfoy? She repeated the words silently, but her tone was still doubtful.

But that's not the point... Anyway, whether he is really as different as Charlie said, it will all be clear after one class.

However, what Professor McGonagall did not expect was that Draco Malfoy did not feel unnatural or dodge in the face of her gaze.

On the contrary...Draco raised his head, met Professor McGonagall's gaze, did not avoid it, and gave him a decent smile.

Draco took a step forward, bowed slightly, and spoke softly

"Hello, Professor... My name is Draco Malfoy, and I am Mr. Charlie's nephew. It is an honor to meet you here for the first time. Please forgive me for my recklessness at the moment, I am just too happy.

...When my uncle lived at my house, he mentioned your teachings many times. He taught me a lot about the Transfiguration Curse, but he always told me that only in Hogwarts could I truly see the Transfiguration Curse.

Master, get the best teaching."

Speaking of this, Draco even showed unconcealable excitement in his expression.

This is not an emotion that can be faked, but a real excitement that cannot be concealed... He pursed his lips, took a deep breath, and continued.

"So I have been looking forward to this day - until now, I actually meet you."

Mag did not interrupt him, but squinted her eyes slightly and listened quietly to what he had to say.

Her eyes paused on Draco again for a while, as if she was looking at the little boy again.

"We'll see."

She whispered, and then without giving others time to react, she turned around and walked slowly toward the empty area between the professor's seat and the long table of the four colleges.

Then his voice rose and he gave the order.

"Come on, follow me."

Professor McGonagall walked slowly forward, but her eyes couldn't help but look at Charlie on the seat.

Charlie was smiling very happily at this moment, and his smile was as bright as a flower suddenly blooming.

Well, McGonagall had to agree with Charlie's statement. This Malfoy was indeed a different Malfoy.

…………………………

When a group of young wizards closely followed Mag's footsteps and came to the center of everyone's sight, the ancient hat, which was extremely worn and heavily patched, was already waiting for them on a chair.

It was roughly after skipping the song that Hat spent a whole year preparing but was not very good.

"bring it on……"

Professor McGonagall stepped aside and said

"Next, I'll start calling names."

She looked around at everyone and continued:

"The person I call, sit on the chair and put on the sorting hat. It will tell you which house you should go to."

After listening to Professor McGonagall's words, there was a quiet discussion among the crowd.

"Do you use that hat to divide the colleges?"

Harry whispered to Ron in surprise.

"Probably..." Ron's words also revealed a bit of unconfidence.

"I heard from George that there is a curse in that hat that can turn people into idiots. Every weak-willed person who puts it on will have their IQ sucked away from their brains..."

"Really?" Harry looked at Ron in disbelief.

"I don't believe this anyway." Fortunately, this time, Ron was not as convinced as before. He shrugged, but a bit of nervousness could still be seen on his face.

"The first one - William Lane!"

Without giving the two of them much time to discuss, Professor McGonagall started calling out names.

The boy who was shouted out walked out of the crowd, carefully sat on a chair, and put on the talking hat with a nervous look on his face.

"Um……"

The Sorting Hat pondered for a moment

"Hufflepuff!!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of applause from the Hufflepuff students, and with goodwill, the still somewhat excited child was welcomed to the long table of their college.

"Next, Hermione Granger."

The crowd parted, and on the train, the girl with shaggy hair came forward, took a deep breath, picked up the hat, and put it on her head.

"Gryffindor!!"

"Andy Thomas."

"Gryffindor!"

"Pansy Parkinson"

"Slytherin!"

………

Gradually, one by one, students began to receive bursts of applause and dispersed to the long tables in various colleges.

"Draco Malfoy"

Draco didn't have to wait too long. Soon, his name was read out from Professor McGonagall's mouth.

Draco smiled slightly, having already made up his mind.

With a normal expression on his face, he handed his notebook to Goyle beside him, and then strode forward. After briefly intersecting with Charlie again, he picked up the Sorting Hat from the chair and slowly put it on his head.

superior.

"Sly..."

The Sorting Hat barely paused before opening his mouth to shout.

However... suddenly, its voice stopped for a moment.

The wrinkled, anthropomorphic face showed a bit of confusion and embarrassment visible to the naked eye.

"Wait, this is too weird... maybe you are more suitable for... Ravenclaw?"