Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 122 Hogwarts Night Tour

The night was quiet, covered by thin clouds, and the moon appeared and disappeared.Outside the castle, there seems to be a wind blowing, blowing the leaves of the Whomping Willow branches and making a subtle rustling sound.

Harry and Draco were sitting on the aisle between the bookshelves in the restricted area, leaning on the warm yellow light of the horse lantern, back to back, each quickly reading the books in their hands.

The pages of the book in their hands kept flipping, and with the passage of time, various books with different covers and sizes gradually began to pile up around the two of them.For a while, the originally fairly spacious aisle was completely blocked.

Finally, with the sound of "Peng", Draco closed the last book in his hand forcefully.

Then he twisted his somewhat stiff neck, turned his head wearily, looked at Harry behind him, and asked

"What's the matter, did you find any clues there?"

However, Harry's answer is also unavoidable.
Harry also put down the book, and after sighing, he shook his head wordlessly. The meaning he expressed was naturally self-evident.

Immediately, Harry raised his head, looked out at the dark night through the window not far from the library, rubbed his sore eyes, and couldn't help asking

"What time is it, Draco?"

"do not know."

Draco propped his hands on the ground, barely stood up, stretched his stiff torso and completely numb legs, then pondered for a moment, guessed
"It must have been past twelve o'clock."

After finishing speaking, Draco stretched out his hand and pulled Harry up who was also sitting in the aisle, and bent down to lift up the lantern.

"Obviously I searched for such a long time, but in the end I found nothing..."

Harry said as he moved the books on the floor back to the next shelf.Frustration was unabashedly written on that small face.

However, compared to Harry's frustration, Draco was very open-minded.

He smiled, put the lantern aside, and continued to bend down to tidy up the books on the ground with Harry, while consoling Harry in a calm manner.

"Actually, I have long thought that this is not something that can be done casually. Otherwise, with my uncle's ingenuity, it is impossible not to make up this spell until graduation. Right?"

After hearing Draco's words, Harry's mood did improve a little, and the original depression on his face also eased a little.

Looking at each other, he smiled and nodded.

Then, he suddenly thought of something, and suggested:
"Perhaps next time we can invite Ron to join us. With one more person, the efficiency will definitely increase a lot!"

However, in the face of Harry's suggestion, Draco couldn't help curling his lips, and continued with the work of packing up the books at hand, sarcastically saying

"With his brain, let alone improving work efficiency, as long as it doesn't hold me back, thank God."

It's not surprising that there is mutual loss between two people.He knew that there would be no other conflicts between the two of them except their words.So regarding Draco's words, he just smiled and continued
"Ron just doesn't like to think. To be honest, from the perspective of a friend, Ron can be said to be a very reliable guy."

Draco shrugged noncommittally, but didn't say anything more.

The two of them were talking while quickly tidying up everything around them.

Then, with the lantern that had started to flicker faintly, he walked towards the Slytherin lounge along the way he came.

Walking on the road and watching the lanterns flickering faster and faster, Draco knew that the bit of kerosene he had prepared was probably exhausted.

Fortunately, I took out my wand directly, and illuminated the road with "fluorescent flashes"...

After a long period of unremitting study and exercise, although Draco's ability is not yet able to reach the level of a wizard who passed the OLW exam, compared to third-year students, it is more than enough.

For small magic like fluorescent flashes, it can be said to be handy to use.

"Harry..."

Suddenly, Draco turned his head, glanced at Harry behind him who was helping him with the extinguished lantern, and asked

"Did you see any interesting books in the restricted section?"

"Hmm..." Harry was stunned for a moment, then raised his head, and after pondering for a moment, he replied
"I remember a book about a well-known dark wizard in the fifteenth century..."

"Apart from this?"

"There is also a book about vampires, with a lot of semi-anatomical pictures drawn on it, but because it is densely packed with words, I just glanced at it and put it back."

"Cool...I like vampires," Draco affirmed.He nodded, and also shared his harvest

"I found a book with a human face running out of it when I opened it, and that face would still smile at me... There is also a scroll about alchemy in the sixteenth century, what is it called... "Human Skin Alchemy Scroll""

"Real human skin?" Harry opened his eyes wide, feeling a sudden gust of wind blowing around him, causing him to shrink his neck uncontrollably.

"Probably...it feels weird to the touch."

Draco was unimpressed.Probably because he often secretly came into contact with his father's prohibited items with black magic at home, so subconsciously, he didn't feel scared because it said "human skin scroll", but was excited for a while.

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Soon, the two of them passed through a labyrinth-like corridor and came to the corner leading to the stairs.

As long as they go down the stairs, they can return to Slytherin's dormitory in a short time. At that time, they will still have a lot of time to rest in order to cope with the numerous courses and homework tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Harry seemed to have faintly felt a little sleepy, and couldn't help yawning, and his steps became a little lighter.

However, when the two of them came to the corner of the corridor, and they only needed to turn a corner to reach the stairs, a sudden voice made their footsteps come to an abrupt stop.

"alright, I got it."

The voice was low and hoarse and eerie, and in a trance, it gave Harry a somewhat familiar feeling.

The drowsiness that had just arisen suddenly dissipated completely because of this voice.

His raised foot was immediately suspended in mid-air, as if frozen, without any movement.

Turning his head subconsciously, he looked at Draco beside him.

At this moment, the wand in Draco's hand has been extinguished.The light that had enveloped the two of them quietly disappeared.

"who is it?"

Harry carefully leaned against the side wall, just like when he met Filch when he first came here, and then asked Draco in a low voice as much as possible.

Draco frowned slightly, he shook his head, didn't speak, but took a step carefully, arched his body, stuck out half of his head, and cast his gaze in the direction of the stairs.

All he could see was a blurry figure.

The man appeared to be wearing a loose robe.With his back to them again, he couldn't see any other details at all.

He didn't carry anything like a lamp in his hand, and he didn't use fluorescent flashing lighting like Draco did.

It was as if he was born able to adapt to such darkness, and he could see everything clearly just by the faint moonlight coming in through the glazed window.

The man just stood there without any movement, just occasionally talking to himself. Although his voice was very small, Draco could vaguely hear something similar to "OK", "If Would you like to answer, it looks like you are having some kind of conversation with someone.

However, he didn't see any other figures, the stairs were empty, only that person stood there... Besides, there wasn't even a ghost.

In the middle of the night, in the castle shrouded in darkness... a gloomy corridor, a figure standing here, muttered to himself in a deep and terrifying voice.

All of these combined together can be regarded as a qualified horror film with almost no need for other embellishments.

Even Draco, who could talk and laugh with Harry freely when he mentioned the human skin scroll, couldn't help but feel goosebumps rising all over his body, causing his already slightly wrinkled brows to curl into a pimple unconsciously.

Following Draco's example, Harry also bowed his body as hard as he could, poking his head out from behind the wall, and looked towards the strange figure.

He held his breath, his eyes widened, and he looked carefully through the thick lenses of his glasses... He even forgot to breathe for a while.

Not long after that, the figure moved.

He bent down, knelt down facing the empty staircase, and offered a big gift.Then he stood up again and walked along the stairs to the third floor.

It wasn't until the figure completely disappeared from the two people's sights accompanied by the uncomfortable sound of "creaking" from the old stairs, that Harry regained his composure and took a sharp breath. Lung, then turned his head to look at Draco.

"Who is that guy!?"

Harry's slightly trembling voice revealed the complexity and fear in his mood.

At first, I thought it was just a trip to the restricted area with Draco, it was not a big deal, at most being caught by Filch and punished together, it was not a big deal.

Anyway, I heard from Ron that his two twin brothers were invited to Filch's office almost every day because of such violations of discipline, and they are still alive and kicking, and even found opportunities to take revenge on Filch and do something Pranks and the like.

As a result, what he didn't expect was that just as the two of them had completed their mission and were about to return to the Slytherin lounge, they encountered such a sudden event that he would not have guessed even if he had to think hard .

Who is that cloaked figure? !Is he the professor we know?Or a certain student, or a guy who ran in from outside...

For a moment, countless conjectures flooded into Harry's head instantly, causing him to fall into chaos on the spot.However, in any case, the only thing that is certain is that no matter how you look at it, this guy is definitely not a good person... And what is he going to do at this time?
Just when Harry, who was extremely at a loss, couldn't help but look at the only reliable Draco beside him again, Draco narrowed his eyes, stared at the direction of the stairs and fell into deep thought...

It wasn't long before he finally opened his mouth to answer Harry's question.

"I don't know who he is, but..."

As he spoke, he straightened up, and pulled Harry to walk to where the figure was standing just now.

Facing the stairs, as long as they go down, they can go directly back to the Slytherin lounge, have a good sleep, and pretend that nothing happened.Wait until tomorrow night, continue to go to the library, looking for their original purpose, which is the so-called "spell"...

And if it goes up, no one will know what will happen...or in other words, no one will know what to face.

Draco's eyes were still bright, even when there was no light, Harry still felt that he could see the confident light in his eyes.

He brushed his hair back with his fingers... Although there was no support from hairspray, Draco still managed to keep his greasy hair back as he had during the day.

Just listen to him unhurriedly, continue to say
"But I know where he's going."

As he spoke, he raised his head, looked towards the stairs gradually sinking into the darkness of the third floor, and asked
"Harry... do you remember what's on the third floor?"

At this moment, Harry was very upset. Listening to Draco's words, he bit his lip and just wanted to shake his head subconsciously, but suddenly—he seemed to think of something, and suddenly stopped.

For a moment, he recalled what Dumbledore said after he stood in the center of the top seat in the auditorium when school first started, looking around at the young wizards.

[The corridor on the right side of the third floor is a forbidden area... If you don't want to die miserably, you'd better not go there! 】

"You mean, he's going down that corridor that Headmaster Dumbledore won't allow us to go through!?"

He raised his head, looked at Draco in disbelief, and almost shouted out the words in his mouth.

Draco laughed, nodding unsurprisingly.

"pretty close."

The hand that was holding the wand tightened tightly. At this moment, the stairs leading to the third floor seemed to have turned into a monster's tongue, and the darkness turned into a bloody mouth, capable of devouring everything that came close. ...

But the more this happened, the more obvious the smile on the corner of Draco's mouth became.

"How is it, Harry?"

He took a step forward, stood on the stairs leading to the third floor, raised his chin at Harry, and held out the hand that was not holding the wand.

His choice has been self-evident since then.

Harry looked at Draco, and there was a trace of hesitation in his eyes... But soon, that hesitation completely dissipated, courage rekindled in his chest, he nodded, and then took a step forward , and then took Draco's hand heavily.

"Walk!!"

(End of this chapter)