Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

Having said that, he yawned, and Dabbu unhurriedly walked back into the room, no longer looking at the three of them, and leisurely lay back on the bed, continuing to complete the sweet dream that had just been interrupted.

"When you leave later, remember to close the door, thank you."

"… … …"

"… … …"

"… … …"

Harry, Draco, and Ron looked at each other, each looking at the other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

After a long while, Draco was the first to muster up the courage, stepping out of the room slowly, heading in the direction the three had just run from, to investigate.

If he hadn't looked, it wouldn't have mattered, but as soon as he raised his eyes, Draco's pupils suddenly constricted, and the expression on his face began to change, eventually settling on astonishment… … …

"Draco… … What's wrong?"

Inside the room, Ron and Harry, who had been watching Draco's expression change, felt their heartbeats, which had just calmed down a little, quicken again.

Harry and Ron subconsciously clenched their hands, feeling the cold, damp sweat in their palms, and couldn't help but ask.

"He… … that troll… …"

Seeming to be frightened by something rare, Draco couldn't even express himself as clearly as usual for a moment, he could only turn his head, look at the two, and while trying to suppress the turbulent horror in his heart, he stuttered as he tried to explain to them what he had seen.

"Tsk… … Oh well, what's done is done!!"

In the end, Ron, who was impatient, interrupted Draco, took Harry's hand, mustered up his courage, and stepped out of the room together, looking in the direction Draco had just seen.

The next second… … "Hiss!!!" The sound rang out, and Harry and Ron simultaneously widened their eyes, inhaling a breath of cold air.

"This… … this… …"

At this moment, Ron seemed to understand why Draco had reacted that way.

Because now, even he, with his mouth open, didn't know what to say to summarize the scene before him.

The troll, which had been alive and kicking, savage and brutal just a few minutes ago, had now completely lost its movement, and even its life or death was unknown… …

A huge pit, recessed inward by a full half meter, appeared on the thick wall, and at this moment, the troll was deeply embedded in it. It drooped its head, its limbs hanging down limply. Even the hard and terrifying wooden club had fallen to the side, lying alone on the ground, no longer having the ferocity it had when chasing the three of them.

"How… … how… …"

Harry's heart was pounding, and a complex feeling, he didn't know what it was, went straight from his tailbone to his brain, causing him to shiver.

While stammering, Harry repeatedly turned his head, looking at Ron, then looking at Draco, seemingly wanting to get a reasonable explanation from his companions.

But this time, Draco did not give him a patient reply.

After a long while, Draco, barely suppressing the horror in his heart and勉强restoring his usual demeanor, took two steps forward, slowly approaching the troll.

After eliminating the distance, he was able to see the full appearance of the troll at this moment, and the loud noise that had almost collapsed the wall just now was immediately explained… …

A clearly abnormal depression appeared on the troll's chest… … breaking its breastbone and "nailing" it hard into the wall.

And besides that, no trace of injury could be seen on the troll's body… … Draco closed his eyes, trembling as he reconstructed in his mind everything that had happened after the little elf walked out of the door and met the troll.

It walked, calmly watching the troll rushing towards it, and then at the moment of imminent collision, when the troll vigorously swung its wooden club—the little elf raised its hand!

Just one blow… … Although he didn't know what method was used, in his imagination, that blow overturned the troll with an unparalleled crush! Besides that, there were no other superfluous actions.

Thinking of this, Draco reopened his eyes and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

He ran again, with a heart full of doubts, back to the room just now.

His fingers gripped the wooden door frame tightly, his eyes staring blankly at the figure lying quietly on the bed, and he asked with difficulty:

"Who… … are you?!"

"Dabbu—from the Charlie's Candy Factory, currently on secondment to manage the Hogwarts candy vending machine."

… … … … … … … … … … … … …

Without making Draco and the others wait too long, Hermione quickly brought several professors, rushing all the way here.

"Guys!!"

At this time, Hermione's voice already had a hint of crying, she didn't care about anything else, and hugged the three of them together, and then after a while, she finally raised her head and began to carefully examine the various injuries on the three of them.

Fortunately, although the three of them looked quite embarrassed at this time, they had not actually suffered any major damage, most of them being abrasions, and the most serious was only Draco, who was exhausted… … other than that, there was nothing else.

"I just… … I was holding the cake for you, wanting to go back to the dormitory… …"

There were still some tears in Hermione's eyes, and it could be seen that she was genuinely worried about the safety of the three of them.

While sobbing from fright, she continued:

"As a result, I heard shouts… … and your cries for help. Without thinking too much, I quickly ran back to the auditorium and called all the deans over—"

As she spoke, she looked at the terrifying and ferocious troll behind the three of them, and the tears in her eyes suddenly couldn't stop, like broken pearls, falling down with a crackling sound.

"I'm sorry… … guys, if I had been with you, then… …"

Seeing this, the three people who had just been rescued from danger had to pretend to be relaxed again, flusteredly coaxing the crying Hermione.

"It's okay, we're all fine, really nothing happened."

"Yes, yes, yes, really, it's just a troll! Look at me, even if I encounter another one in my current state, there's no problem!"

"Alright… … it's all over… …"

… … … … … … …

Just as the four people were embracing each other, the professors who had come with Hermione also stopped in the distance.

"Troll… …?"

Dumbledore's face no longer showed any of his usual kindness and gentleness.

When he no longer showed a smile, his thick eyebrows and beard would droop directly, showing a kind of imposing expression.

Frowning slightly, without saying anything else, Dumbledore walked past the four young wizards and went straight to the troll pinned to the wall.

Also looking at the injuries on the troll, even Dumbledore couldn't help but sink into contemplation for a moment, but soon, he seemed to realize something, lowered his head, and began searching for something among the shattered wall bricks and stones.

Sure enough, after a short while, Dumbledore's eyes lit up, as if he had found what he was looking for. He bent down, scooped a palm-sized ball into his hand, and then inconspicuously tucked it into the pocket of his long robe…

"Alright, Hermione, please step aside…"

Professor McGonagall, seeing that the three of them were fine, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Then, she put the wand in her hand back into her pocket, stepped forward, and interrupted the four's conversation.

"Gentlemen…"

Professor McGonagall's expression was particularly serious. Her gaze swept over Draco, Harry, and Ron in turn before she asked,

"You three… why are you here?"

"We…"

Draco raised his head, looked into McGonagall's eyes, and clearly saw worry and lingering fear in her sternness. So he hurriedly opened his mouth, about to explain, when suddenly, a voice interrupted him!

"It's… it's me! It's… it's me punishing them… they were cleaning the toilet…"

Quirrell moved quickly, his robe fluttering in the wind.

While speaking, he hurried to McGonagall's side, then immediately knelt down, pressed Draco's head, and hugged him tightly.

At this moment, the tears on his face couldn't stop flowing down, even more so than Hermione.

While sobbing, he stammered like a child who had done something wrong, confessing,

"I… I didn't expect… to encounter such a thing… I'm sorry, I'm sorry… I really…"

However, at this moment, facing Quirrell, who was hugging him, Draco didn't feel any warmth at all, only a chill that enveloped his entire body from top to bottom, causing cold sweat to drip from his forehead.

"It's definitely him."

Draco's chest rose and fell, and he gasped for breath. The thought jumped into his mind in an instant, and he firmly believed it.

"He definitely brought the troll—he wants to kill me, he wants to kill Harry, he wants to kill Ron!!"

Thinking of this, goosebumps immediately covered his entire body. He couldn't help but take two steps back, breaking free from Quirrell's stiff embrace with a nasty look on his face, and returned to Hermione and the others, as if only this could bring some comfort to his heart…

Professor McGonagall didn't think much of it, only assuming that he was frightened. She shook her head and said,

"It's not your fault, Quirrell. No one could have imagined that a troll would run into Hogwarts at this time… But we will definitely investigate and clarify this matter!"

After speaking, Professor McGonagall looked at the three again, but this time, her gaze was much gentler.

"Alright, as for you three… go to the school hospital for tonight and stay for observation."

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The situation was quickly brought under control. Several professors also worked together to pull the troll embedded in the wall back out, and then restored the damaged areas bit by bit.

Finally, after a detailed retelling of the cause and effect of what happened, Headmaster Dumbledore directly allowed them to leave and go to the school infirmary to treat their wounds, and promised to give Gryffindor and Slytherin fifty points respectively as a reward.

At this point, things finally came to an end…

At night, after treating the wounds on his body and drinking a bottle of calming potion, Draco, Harry, and Ron lay side by side on the beds in the infirmary.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, which was completely different from their dormitory, the three of them seemed to still not have recovered from the thrilling experience not long ago, and stared with their eyes open, each wondering what they were thinking.

After a long silence, Draco took advantage of the bright moonlight shining in, sat up first, and confessed,

"It's Quirrell…"

Hearing this, Harry couldn't help but put on his glasses and supported himself up with his arm, looking in Draco's direction.

"You mean, he is for…"

Obviously, although Harry usually doesn't like to study, he is not a stupid child. In just a moment, he thought of what happened that night when he and Draco encountered each other. He opened his mouth and asked hesitantly,

"Quirrell is the shadow we met… He wants to silence us! ?"

"Yes…"

Everyone in front of him was trustworthy, and Draco didn't hide anything anymore. His eyes were stern, and he nodded solemnly.

Ron, who was on the side, suddenly felt a chill, and subconsciously pulled the quilt up to cover half of his face, and said in a muffled voice,

"Then… then what should we do? If he doesn't succeed this time, will there be a next time? You know, next time we might not be so lucky!

It's not like we can always enter the right room…"

Draco closed his eyes slightly, pondered for a moment, and said,

"I will write a letter tomorrow to tell my dad and my uncle about this… My uncle clearly told me before that Quirrell wouldn't do anything to me, I guess something went wrong."

Hearing this, Harry also nodded hard. As the number one "Black fan" besides Draco, he would never believe that Mr. Charlie Black would try to harm them.

"Okay, let's go to sleep, I'm sleepy!"

After finishing everything with his two partners, Draco lay straight back on the bed with a "PENG" sound, and closed his eyes as if.

"Yeah, good night."

"Then I'm going to sleep too… Good night brothers."

After saying good night to each other, there was no more sound, and silence returned.

The bright moonlight shone through the shadows of the trees outside the window and into the school infirmary, casting slightly mottled moonlight on the three people's beds…

Although he said that, Draco didn't close his eyes. Harry and Ron were also quietly watching the ceiling in the night.

Listening to each other's breathing, they all knew that the other party was the same as themselves at this moment, but no one spoke again.

In this way, the sound of branches hitting the windows became the only embellishment in the quiet night.