Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

Soon after, class ended, and Snape had just finished explaining all the content he needed to cover. Google search reading

Without saying anything else, he glanced at everyone with his usual expression, then gathered his teaching materials, tucked them under his arm, and walked straight out of the classroom.

It was evident that, as a professor, Snape's imposing presence was unmatched by any other professor.

Because it was only after Snape left the classroom for about ten seconds... after confirming that the footsteps had finally disappeared, the students, who hadn't even dared to breathe loudly, finally regained their usual vitality.

They began to make noise, tidying up their belongings while chatting with their friends about various topics.

However, no matter what they were discussing, at this particular moment in time, they couldn't help but talk, to some extent, about the most "hot" topic in the entire Hogwarts—Mr. Charlie's candy vending machine.

Hermione listened to the words of the little wizards around her and couldn't help but purse her lips. Then, she suddenly complained to the people around her:

"Honestly, I don't think there's any benefit to eating so much candy."

As the child of a dentist, Hermione was naturally uninterested in the candy that they were so obsessed with. She didn't even understand what was so attractive about it.

The so-called happiness brought by sweets is nothing more than stimulating the brain through the secretion of dopamine, thereby giving you a feeling of excitement in your heart.

So, in that case, why not do more exercise? Anyway, it also secretes dopamine, and exercise is also good for your body.

Hearing Hermione's shocking remarks, Ron, who was originally tidying up his things and dealing with the residue in the cauldron, suddenly stopped what he was doing.

He turned his head and carefully sized up Hermione, as if he were looking at an alien. It wasn't until he almost made Hermione explode with anger that he finally withdrew his gaze and asked quietly:

"You've never had Charlie's candy before, have you?"

Upon hearing this, Hermione hesitated for a moment, as if Ron had hit the nail on the head. But soon, she frowned again, retorting with a bit of stubbornness:

"Is… is there any difference? They're all just candy."

As soon as these words came out, not only Ron, but even Draco, who was separated by the two of them, sneered. Then, he rarely united with Ron, and said:

"Although Weasley's brain isn't very good, at least when it comes to eating, I believe he's fine! You need to know that Charlie's candy is not something that inferior goods can easily compare to. Whether it's the taste or the ingredients, my uncle's candy is definitely a cut above the rest!"

Hearing Draco express his support for him, Ron grinned, feeling a little embarrassed for a moment.

"I never thought you would praise me."

He replied with a bit of "shyness":

"Praise you?…"

Draco raised his eyebrows, looking at Ron's face, which was faintly flushed, and felt that his heart had been subjected to some kind of intense moral condemnation.

Perhaps I should be more considerate of this Weasley child in the future… Maybe his IQ is significantly lower than that of a normal child. Draco thought silently in his heart.

Listening to the conversation between the three, even Harry subconsciously recalled the hazelnut chocolates that Mr. Charlie gave him when he first met him, and then he couldn't help but lick his lips.

Honestly, in his impression, that was definitely the best thing he had ever eaten… Even after coming to Hogwarts and tasting other delicacies with different characteristics and flavors, the taste of hazelnut chocolate that remained in his memory could never be replaced. It was as if it was engraved in the depths of his mind. Whenever he thought of it, a sweetness mixed with the aroma of hazelnuts would spread between his lips and tongue again, making him endlessly aftertaste.

"Draco and Ron are right… Mr. Black's candy is indeed the best in the world. If you haven't tasted it, it's really a very unfortunate thing."

Hermione's eyes widened a bit, and she was stunned in place.

She really didn't expect that the point she raised at this moment would be met with the unanimous opposition of the three people. For a moment, she didn't know what else to say.

Fortunately, the considerate Harry finally spoke up to resolve the awkwardness.

He smiled, put the cleaned cauldron back in its place, then tucked his books under his arm, and while preparing to leave with the others, he said softly to Hermione:

"Actually, it doesn't matter. Anyway, the candy vending machine has already been installed at Hogwarts. Maybe we can buy some and let you taste it. Trust me, as long as you take a bite, you will definitely understand why we like Mr. Black's products so much."

The light in Hermione's eyes flickered several times, as if she was thinking about something. Soon after, she made an ambiguous expression, but in the end, she relaxed a lot and didn't insist as firmly as before.

"Okay… I think I'll try it, but you'd better not have any expectations for my attitude."

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"It's easy for you to say… … …"

After walking out of the classroom, the four people took their textbooks and strolled in the corridor. Ron glanced at Harry and couldn't help but complain:

"There's only one vending machine now, and it's in the Hufflepuff common room. The Hufflepuff students won't share it with us. ♦ ♦     ♪ ♦"

"Indeed, those cunning badgers won't tell us where their common room is. They won't even give us a little candy even if we give them more money!"

Draco held his potions textbook and notebook in his hand, flipping through the contents of this lesson while subconsciously taking over the conversation. Moreover, his emotions were rich, and he even carried a sense of indignation when he spoke later.

"They actually told me that there's only so much candy. It's not even enough for the Hufflepuffs themselves, and they won't sell me any, no matter how much money I add!"

Draco's words were sincere and earnest, gnashing his teeth, which made Harry couldn't help but look sideways.

However, after hearing his words, Ron's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Aha! ! !"

Ron shouted excitedly without warning, the sound of which startled all three of the remaining people. They subconsciously turned their heads to look at him.

Looking over, they saw Ron with a face full of excitement, jumping up and down, gesticulating, as happy as a monkey.

Then, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Draco as if he had conclusive evidence. He shouted loudly:

"You still say you didn't go looking for the Hufflepuff common room! ! ! You went! ! I knew it! !"

For a moment, Draco felt his temples throbbing. He slammed the book shut, itching to pull out his wand and teach that Weasley a lesson.

At the same time, he wanted to slap himself twice and silently throw the 'care for the mentally challenged' idea back into the trash can.

"Weasley! I'm going to kill you!!!"

However, just as a cheerful atmosphere began to fill the air, suddenly, a figure darting out from behind the four of them sent them staggering.

The person's speed was considerable. Even though he didn't make full contact, merely brushing Ron's shoulder was enough to make him wince in pain.

"Damn it, can't people watch where they're going in the hallway..."

After regaining his balance, just as Ron angrily gritted his teeth and was about to look up and yell something, the familiar flash of red hair on the figure's head stunned him.

It was none other than one of his twin brothers—Fred Weasley.

At that moment, he was hugging a bag full of candy, skidding several feet across the ground before stopping. He also turned back to look at Ron.

Before Ron could react, another brother, George Weasley, chased after him, also carrying many sweets in his arms.

"You bumped me, Ron," Fred said, freeing a hand to rub his shoulder, teasing Ron with a smile.

"Hi, Ron, did you just finish class?"

George also stopped, panting, and greeted his little brother.

Forgetting the pain from the shoulder bump, Ron's gaze was fixed on their bags full of candy, and he even forgot the pain for a moment.

"Where did you get these?! So much candy?!"

He opened his mouth wide in exaggeration, unable to help but shout.

"Don't you know?" the twins said in unison.

"That house-elf has already installed the second machine at the entrance of the dining hall!"

"But, there should be a lot of people there, right? How did you manage to grab... I mean, this is too much, isn't it?" Harry couldn't help but interject, listening to them.

Hearing this, Fred and George both wore "inscrutable" smiles on their faces.

But Fred didn't play coy and readily told the four what they had done.

"Indeed, there are a lot of people... but we threw a Dungbomb inside while they were grabbing!"

"Yes!! And not only that!! Filch was there maintaining order, and we took advantage of his inattention to give him a hard kick in the butt!!!" George excitedly added, gesturing wildly, looking like an upgraded version of Ron just now.

"Alright! We have to go, you guys hurry up. I think the candy is almost sold out! That house-elf wearing clothes said that if it's all sold, we'll have to wait until all the candy vending machines are installed before restocking."

After speaking, they hurriedly left, eager to run away early to avoid being caught by the victims from earlier.

Watching the two figures disappear around the corner of the corridor, leaving no trace, Harry, Ron, and Draco's eyes lit up at the same time.

"Let's go!!!!!" x3

The three of them shouted in unison, then, no longer caring about anything else, they ran towards the dining hall as if their lives depended on it, along the opposite direction the Weasley twins had come from...

Leaving Hermione, who still hadn't figured out what was going on, alone in the wind, disheveled.

When she finally realized what had happened, not to mention the three boys, even their shadows had long disappeared.

Hermione watched the direction they left, holding her books, her small face puffed up with anger, her eyebrows almost standing on end.

"Hmph, boys!!"

She stomped her small leather shoes heavily on the ground, venting the anger in her heart.

After venting, she took a deep breath, then Hermione tossed her head back in a carefree manner, ignoring the three of them, and headed straight for the library.

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Not long after, at the entrance of the dining hall, after a fierce battle, Harry, Ron, and Draco finally achieved their final victory.

Each of them got what they wanted. Although from the outside, even the most refined Draco looked much more disheveled, the smiles on their faces became even more radiant.

"By the way, where's Hermione?"

Munching happily on chocolate, Ron suddenly seemed to realize something and asked the other two beside him, his words muffled.

Draco, with a licorice stick in his mouth, and Harry, holding a gummy candy, exchanged a glance and shook their heads in unison.

"Don't know..."

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"Draco, where are your two friends?"

Inside the dining hall, the three casually found a seat and spread all the candy they bought together. While eating, Harry suddenly seemed to think of something and asked abruptly.

"I don't think I've seen them in a while."

Draco, who was looking at a book while biting on a licorice stick, paused slightly. He raised his head and looked at Harry.

"What? Which two friends?"

"The fat ones, two big fat guys, I think their names are Goyle and Crabbe," Ron said, obviously knowing who Harry was talking about, swallowing the food in his mouth and prompting.

"Them..."

A trace of understanding flashed in Draco's eyes, and he lowered his head, not very surprised, and continued to read the book in front of him.

"They aren't my friends, just my cronies..."

"Since they're cronies, then they can follow me, or they can follow someone else. That's normal, right?"

"So," Ron looked at Draco, probably a gossip-loving thought ignited, and continued to ask.

"Who are they with now?"

"Blaise Zabini." Although Draco pretended to be relaxed, Ron and Harry faintly heard a hint of strangeness in his tone.

After all, they were still just children. Although they said they didn't care, they had been by their side all along, and it was impossible to have no feelings at all.

Ron and Harry exchanged a glance, then tacitly chose to bypass the topic and talked about something else.