Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 153 Ask Your Potions Professor!

In the library, Draco was sitting on his seat with his chest up and his head up.

He solemnly held the letter with the Black family crest in his hand.

"I'm leaving."

He glanced at Harry and Ron on the left and right, nodded his head, and even his tone was solemn and serious like never before.

"Hurry up!!"

Ron was so excited that he clenched his hands tightly into fists, and while urging, under the table, his legs were struggling desperately, stepping on the ground.

On the other hand, Harry, although he still doesn't understand the general idea, but looking at the letter sent by Mr. Black, and seeing the mood of Ron and Draco, he couldn't help but be infected by it, and fell into some kind of inexplicable feeling. excitement, and tension.

"Ok!"

He nodded heavily, lifted his glasses up a bit with his hands, and stared wide-eyed carefully.

Hermione still didn't understand their boring thoughts and ideas.He made it to the side on his own, previewing what Professor McGonagall would teach in the next Transfiguration class.

With a "stab", as the envelope was opened by Draco, the folded letter inside floated out without any wind, slowly unfolded in the air, and then quietly landed on the table.

Hermione couldn't help raising her head, glanced at the direction between the three people, then quickly retracted it, tied her head down again, looked at the Transfiguration textbook in front of her, and deliberately ignored it .

On the letter paper, there was a beautiful handwriting drawn with a quill pen dipped in blue ink.

For Draco, who had been familiar with his uncle Charlie's notes, he could recognize it at a glance. It was written by Charlie Black.

"To my dear nephew Draco"

Looking up, the first line is the most basic greeting, and then Charlie continues to write.

"I'm very glad to see that you have achieved such excellent results in school. Whether it's Transfiguration, Potions, History of Magic, Defense Against the Dark Arts, etc... I believe that you must have achieved the top or second level of the whole year .Even if it was me back then, I’m afraid I couldn’t reach your level.”

With Charlie's own admission, Draco's heartbeat became more and more violent. He unconsciously squeezed the letter in his hand, wrinkling the letter...

"God..."

Harry moved his head closer, his eyes were full of envy, but amidst the envy, there was a bit of loneliness in his eyes.

As Mr. Charlie Black's steadfast fan since the beginning of school, Harry naturally longed for such a day to gain Charlie's approval like Draco.

But it's a pity... what is it about me that deserves to be treated differently by Mr. Charlie?Harry thought hard in his mind.

In terms of relationship, I have only met Mr. Charlie Black once, and he has helped me a lot.

It not only solved the harshness and abuse of his uncle and aunt, but also helped him punish Cousin Dudley and let out a bad breath.He even specially called Dobby and delivered a birthday gift to him... Looking back at himself, he didn't do anything in return for Mr. Black.

In terms of academic performance, I can only be considered good in flight class or defense against the dark arts class. As for other subjects, I can only maintain a middle-level.Not to mention being compared with Hermione and Draco, who have always been among the best.

Compared with those outstanding partners around him, he is just an ordinary boy, just like the other little wizards who studied with him, there is nothing outstanding... The only thing that is extra is A "savior" title.

But so what?Ordinary people may feel that this is a great achievement or reputation, and worship themselves for it.However, in the eyes of Mr. Black, what could this be?
After coming to Hogwarts, more or less, through various channels, Harry has already learned the story of Mr. Black...

Knowing that he is extremely talented, knowing that he is perfect, knowing that he has appeared on the battlefield with a very high-profile identity, knowing that he fought desperately with that demon that no one dared to mention his name......so great Mr. Black, will he treat himself differently because of his status as a "savior"?
No, maybe in his eyes, this is just a childish joke...

Thinking of this, the loss in Harry's heart became more intense.

Although there is still a smile on his expression, the loneliness in his eyes has aggravated a lot.

Suddenly, Harry seemed to remember something again

"Perhaps my parents knew Mr. Black when they were in school? After all, Mr. Black once mentioned my parents... Maybe they were good friends when they were in school?
If I use this reason to write to Mr. Black, I don’t know if he will send me a letter with the family crest of the Black family as he replied to Draco..."

The loneliness in his eyes turned into hope again, Harry cheered up, clenched his fists vigorously, and silently pumped himself up in his heart.

However, Draco and Ron, who were reading the letter intently, had no way of knowing the change in Harry's heart in a short period of time.

"Did you mention me in your letter to Mr. Black?"

Ron shook Draco's shoulders vigorously with his hands, and looked at him eagerly, his eyes full of longing.

"no!"

Draco gave him an annoyed look, flicked his elbow, broke free from Ron's clutches, and continued to look down.

I saw that in the position below, Charlie continued to write

"I believe that not only me, but Narcissa and Lucius will also be happy for your efforts and be proud of you."

"In this regard, as your uncle, I think I should also reward you... I thought about it for a while, thinking about what I should give you."

"award!?"

Ron's voice suddenly couldn't help raising his voice a bit. Although he didn't shout out directly, it was very obvious in the Hogwarts library.

For a moment, everyone subconsciously cast dissatisfied eyes in the direction of the voice.

Ron, who also reacted, quickly covered his mouth, subconsciously hunched over, and buried his head.

He blinked and looked at Draco
"What will your uncle give you, is it candy? Maybe he will give you a whole bag of violet candies... If that is the case, can you share some with me?"

Ignoring him, Draco continued to read

"My first thought was candy... After all, this is the most indispensable thing in Charlie's candy factory. But after thinking about it, I feel that it is very ordinary and does not reflect my heart."

"So, I decided to promise you a reward that I have never had before - when it is time for vacation, I will personally go to your home, ask Narcissa's consent, and then take you to my factory, if you want , when the time comes, you can spend your vacation there! (Of course, there are also the friends you mentioned to me in your letter, Harry, Ron, and Hermione)"

Draco read to the end, his voice had gradually faded away, and his breathing was stagnant, as if he didn't know how to react.

Beside him, Ron and Harry obviously also saw the words on the letter, and they were also excited for a while.

"Draco!!! You are my brother!!! I love you so much!!!"

Ron panted heavily, his cheeks flushed with excitement.He stretched out his hand and hugged Draco's arm vigorously, like a dog's skin plaster, no matter how the other party shook it, he couldn't break free.

He tried his best to suppress the excitement and trembling in his voice, but the ecstasy in it was still expressed through his tone without any surprise.

At this moment, Ron wanted to hug Draco's head and kiss him twice, and all the unhappiness that happened before was completely forgotten, and there was no trace of it anymore.

If at this time, you can see the favorability level on his head as a mark... then don't need to think about it, it must be a filled shiny red heart with the words [-]% written on it!

It's not difficult to understand Ron's surging mood now... It's like a Muggle kid suddenly getting news from his parents:
"Because of your good performance in the past few days, we decided to take you to Disneyland tomorrow... directly for a vacation!!!"

No, it's even more exaggerated than this, because at least Disneyland is still open at any time, as long as you have money, you can go there.

But Charlie's Candy Factory is different!But until now, not many people have been there! !
"Okay...okay, I see, please move away a little, don't look at me like that, it's disgusting."

Although he was about to fly in the same joy, Draco still didn't join Ron in shame, but put on a look of disgust, and kept pushing Ron aside with his elbows.

Compared to Ron's wheezing and wheezing, although Harry was extremely excited, his expression was much more reserved.

The eyes and the corners of the mouth were all uncontrollably bent, and he turned his head to look at Draco, with a grateful expression filling the brows.

Even Hermione, who had been working so hard, couldn't hold back at this moment... She raised her head, raised her slender neck from her seat, and looked at the letter in Draco's hand.

It seems unbelievable, but I didn't expect that I was also on the invitation list...

……

The noise made by Ron and Draco finally provoked Irma Pince, the librarian, over.

With silent steps, she quietly appeared behind the four of them, with her hands on her hips, her brows slightly frowned, and she quietly watched their mischief.

The sight suddenly seemed like a gust of cold wind blowing across his neck, causing Ron to shiver involuntarily, and a bad premonition arose in his heart, as if he was caught by his mother when he was fighting with his twin brother at home.

He turned his head stiffly and turned his head to look backward. Soon, the figure of Irma Pince in black clothes came into his eyes, which also made him feel as if he had been splashed with husky-like excitement. I took a basin of cold water and calmed down a lot.

"...Hi, Ms. Pince."

Reluctantly grinning, Ron greeted dryly as if saying hello.
But Irma Pince didn't smile. She shook her head, said nothing, and pointed in the direction of the library exit.

The meaning of it is naturally self-evident...

.......................................

Not surprisingly, the four partners were invited out by Miss Pince.

Hermione pursed her mouth angrily, with the unfinished textbook under her armpit, she gave Ron a hard look.

"It's all your fault, now I don't even have to stay in the library!"

"It's all small problems. You can go to Charlie's Candy Factory during the holidays. Why are you worried about these small things?"

The high-spirited Ron now seems to have been given a burning buff, and he will not feel distressed by this matter at all.

He didn't even respond to Hermione's anger as usual, he simply waved his hand and said casually

According to Harry's vague guess, this buff should still be able to burn on him for a few months... until it actually reaches Mr. Black's candy factory.

"correct!!"

Suddenly, Ron's eyes lit up, and he seemed to have thought of some great idea, and said

"I'm going to tell George and Fred the news!! They have always regarded Charlie Blake as their idol, and even have posters of him in the room! If they know that as a younger brother, I am lucky enough to go to the candy factory, Stay with Charlie Black for a whole vacation, then they will definitely be envious!!"

Just do it, and before Draco and Harry can react, Hermione's legs are flying upside down, turning into afterimages, leading him to the distance, and finally disappearing in the shadow of the corridor .

"He... How long does this symptom usually last?"

Hermione didn't know what to say for a while, she opened her eyes and couldn't help complaining.

"Hum..."

Draco, who had long claimed to have penetrated Ron's mind, shook his head with no surprise, and only answered Hermione's words with two meaningful hums.

Then he lowered his head and continued to read the rest of the letter.

"About the thing you said to me at the end of your letter... My answer to this is, rest assured, as if I didn't see anything. Even if there is something weird about Quirrell, as long as there is I'm here, he doesn't dare to do anything to you, don't worry."

"As for that incomplete spell you saw in my book... Seriously, I'm glad you thought so. But unfortunately, you're going in the wrong direction. It's not something very old The spell, and the exact opposite wasn't even 20 years old."

"If you're really interested in it, my advice to you is to ask your potions professor!"

(End of this chapter)