Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

“History of Magic is an extremely profound course, and Britain is one of the oldest birthplaces of magic…”

“This semester will be crucial for you, as it affects your learning of some major events in the second and third years…”

“Last class, we talked about Merlin's father and mother…”

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In the History of Magic class, Professor Binns, as always, used his monotonous tone to narrate the dry and uninteresting lesson plan.

Half-眯着 his eyes, he floated faintly above the classroom podium, occasionally raising his head to glance at the students below who were about to fall asleep.

From beginning to end, even when his gaze swept over those who were truly sound asleep, he never said anything, but paused for a moment before continuing with the next part of the lesson.

Sunlight shone through the stained-glass windows of the classroom, reflecting on his transparent body suspended in mid-air, making his already inconspicuous figure even more faint.

If you had just walked into the classroom, you might not even be able to find Professor Binns at first glance. Only his emotionless voice and the monotonous course content constantly reminded the students below that Professor Binns had not yet left, and the class was far from over…

However, unlike Professor Binns' current stagnant, rote teaching, at least when Charlie was still in school, Professor Binns' History of Magic was always the students' favorite course.

At that time, in his class, it was rare for anyone to make small movements, talk, or make noise.

Pairs of eyes stared straight ahead at the smiling and amiable old man, listening to him combine his enduring experiences with the lesson plan, recounting the magnificent and turbulent events of another era.

Even in 'Hogwarts: A History,' there was such a description:

Near lunchtime, the students reluctantly left Professor Binns' classroom, each looking very excited.

Species transformation allowed them to witness the magic for the first time, and Professor Binns' History of Magic filled the children with infinite imagination about magic.

But now, Professor Binns' original vitality has probably disappeared along with his body…

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At this moment, among the little wizards who had already lost their souls, slumped in disarray, or even fallen asleep, only two figures stood out like cranes among chickens.

Hermione and Draco sat upright, their quills rapidly scribbling notes on the paper, creating a "shush shush" sound that added a bit of variation to the classroom's otherwise calm rhythm.

Between the two, Harry and Ron were in a completely different state.

Harry was better; although his eyelids kept drooping, he勉强 supported his head with his hand, struggling against the sleepiness in his heart, while picking up his pen and moving with the flow, like a ghost drawing symbols, recording notes on the paper in illegible characters.

Ron had completely given up. He simply didn't even pick up his pen, leaving it lying horizontally on the desk.

His whole body was like a boneless mass, directly趴伏 on the desk, half-眯着 his eyes, occasionally letting out a few unconscious groans.

“…How did they persevere?”

He seemed to have exhausted all his strength at the moment, slowly raising his head, incredulously looking at Hermione beside him.

Seeing the light of knowledge shining in Hermione's eyes, as she took notes, occasionally raising her head to look at Professor Binns floating in front, interacting with his fleeting gaze, Ron's heart, which had long been lying flat, invulnerable to swords and spears, and impervious to water and fire, unexpectedly produced a rare sense of shame.

“Don't you find it boring?”

Reaching out, he tentatively poked Hermione's arm, lowering his voice to ask.

“Not at all… I find it very interesting.”

Hermione's expression remained unchanged, not even glancing at Ron beside her, as she calmly replied, her tone as if stating an obvious fact.

His eyelids twitched twice, and just as he was about to say something more, he was directly interrupted by Hermione.

“Shh, be quiet! Professor Binns is about to talk about how Merlin met King Arthur!”

Ron's expression immediately became indescribable, and he clearly realized that he and Hermione were simply not in the same world, at least in this class!

Then he turned his head again, his gaze passing over Harry, who was still勉强 drawing ghost symbols, and began to shift his target, focusing on Draco.

“Will you let me see your notes after class?”

Unlike Hermione, a Muggle-born, who was completely engrossed in listening to Professor Binns' lectures as if they were stories, Draco, although he had been following the professor's progress, still showed signs of fatigue in his eyes.

Hearing Ron's words, Draco raised his head slightly, his neck turning little by little like a rusty bearing.

After a moment of pause, Draco said,

“Violet sweets… If you can get me some from your twin brothers after class, I'll let you copy.”

“Deal!!”

Draco's words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Ron爽快 answered with a deal, and then his eyelids could no longer hold on.

With a "thump," he趴在了 the desk, entering a sweet dream.

“Um…”

The conversation between the two reached his ears, and Harry perked up a bit, looking at Ron, who was lying on his arm with a happy face and closed eyes, and then at Draco, whose expression remained the same beside him. He felt his heart also waver a bit…

After all, he really couldn't understand anything in Professor Binns' class. Instead of continuing to struggle here meaninglessly, he might as well lie down directly like Ron, and then borrow Draco's notes after class to copy, which could also alleviate the fatigue from running to the restricted area every night without sleeping.

Thinking of this, Harry hesitated for a moment, then turned his head and opened his mouth to Draco.

However, just as he was planning how to say it, Draco spoke first.

“Go to sleep, I'll let you copy after class.”

Harry was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked,

“Then… what do I need to trade? Do you still want violet sweets? Maybe I can…”

Draco waved his hand dismissively before he could finish speaking.

“You've helped me a lot by going to the restricted area every day, this is my way of paying you back.”

“Re… really?” Harry's eyes lit up, and he confirmed again with disbelief.

“Yeah.”

Draco didn't say anything more, just nodded simply, and then focused his attention back on the notes themselves.