Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

"Slytherin!!!"

As the Sorting Hat shouted, Goyle, Crabbe and the Slytherin students took the lead in applauding as a matter of course.

Charlie raised his eyebrows and clapped silently. He looked at Draco again, feeling a little curious in his heart.

Professor Flitwick was obviously disappointed. He paused while stroking his beard, but he still laughed.

"what a pity."

He turned his head, looked at Charlie, and said.

Charlie just responded with a smile and didn't say much more.

"call………"

Draco's expression finally began to relax. He stood up from his seat, stretched out his hand, and wiped the sweat on his forehead caused by the tension just now.

Then he slowly put down the Sorting Hat, Draco puffed out his chest, strode forward, and the wind rolled up the hem of his robe, causing it to flutter slightly behind him.

After he took his notebook from Gore's hand, he suddenly paused.

Immediately, Draco stopped and did not walk directly towards the Slytherin table. Instead, he turned his head and looked at his uncle.

Charlie sat behind the seats, like the Slytherin students, smiling, stroking his palms, and congratulating Draco.

When he saw Draco looking back at him, he was also looking at Draco.

Charlie smiled and nodded, and said nothing else...but everything he wanted to express was best explained in these words.

Draco took a deep breath, straightened his waist a little more, turned back, holding his notebook in his arms, and walked towards the Slytherin who was also looking at him with hope and determination in his eyes.

Among the few remaining freshmen, Harry, who had never dared to raise his head when looking at Draco, only then followed his gaze and noticed Charlie at the top.

Harry's face showed a look of surprise. He opened his eyes wide and stared at Charlie carefully.

At this moment, Charlie gradually reunited with the person who sat on the steps with him that day.

For a moment, an overwhelming emotion emerged from his heart, causing his entire face to turn red with excitement.

"Look, Ron!"

He tugged on Ron's sleeves hard, with uncontrollable joy in his voice.

"Mr. Black is there too!"

"Um!?"

Ron, who was looking elsewhere, thinking about something, was immediately attracted by Harry's words.

He turned his head hurriedly, looked around with his eyes wide open, and hurriedly asked Harry

"Which?! That Mr. Black!? Is it Charlie Black?"

Harry was startled by his attitude. He stretched out his hand to move Ron's head over and asked in a strange tone.

"I thought you didn't like Mr. Black very much..."

However, Ron waved his hand towards Harry disapprovingly. He looked at Charlie Black who had regained his composure in the seat, and his eyes were almost shining.

"How is that possible..." Ron retorted to himself.

"He is the creator of the greatest candy factory in the world... and he is a powerful wizard. Who wouldn't like him?"

Harry was stunned by his answer at first, and then he was a little confused.

"Then when we were on the road just now...how did you..."

Ron withdrew his gaze, gave Harry a disapproving look, curled his lips, and answered truthfully.

"I just don't want to see Draco being too jealous. You know, that guy has been jealous since the beginning. His uncle is Charlie Black. To be honest, they are all pure-blood families. Who is the difference between them?

Don’t you have any relatives at all?”

After saying that, his eyes regained their brilliance, and he leaned close to Harry's ear, as if he was telling a shocking secret.

"To be honest...if you really look at the genealogy, my grandmother Cedrella Weasley is actually Mr. Charlie Black's cousin!"

"real!?"

Harry almost couldn't help shouting, but he quickly lowered his voice and continued to ask.

"Of course!" Ron nodded naturally and continued.

"Her father Arcturus Black is the father of Mr. Charlie Black and the brother of Signus Black."

"Then Draco is not yours..." Harry stopped here, as if he was afraid of irritating Ron and did not continue.

"Actually, that's not the case..." Ron behaved quite normally and shrugged.

"It's just that after my grandma married my grandfather Septimus Weasley, she was removed from the Black family...so in name, the connection in this lineage was severed."

………………………

After Draco's incident, the remaining freshmen branches became much smoother again.

Except for the last ten minutes of Harry, everything was extremely normal.

"Harry Potter is going to...Gryffindor!!!!"

As the Sorting Hat called out Harry Potter's house, Gryffindor burst into cheers that almost toppled the roof of the auditorium.

With every Gryffindor student shouting "We have Harry Potter", the sorting ceremony officially ended.

Dumbledore slowly stood up from his seat, without speaking, but looked around for a week.

After all the little wizards' eyes were on him, he began to give a speech every year at this time.

Dumbledore didn't say anything profound and long, he just spoke briefly.

"It is strictly prohibited for any students to enter the Dark Forest. It is a forbidden forest..."

"The corridor on the right side of the third floor is also a restricted area. Our administrator, Mr. Filch, asked me to remind you of this."

"Uh...Mr. Filch is the gentleman who picked you up in the first place. He didn't come to the dinner because he was feeling unwell..."

As he spoke, Dumbledore paused unconsciously and looked at Charlie, who was sitting upright not far away.

"But, I guess you can recognize him... If you don't want to die miserably, don't go there."

………

"Okay...that's all." Until finally, Dumbledore finished speaking everything and finally slowly raised his hands.

"Now, I announce that the banquet has begun!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Dumbledore waved his hands forward violently with his wide sleeves.

In an instant, a dazzling array of delicacies appeared out of thin air on the four long tables that were originally empty. In the blink of an eye, all the empty seats were filled.