Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 152 Uncle's Letter
"Ding dong..."

"Ding dong..."

"Ding dong..."

The low and long chime of the bell resounded through the entire Hogwarts campus as time gradually approached noon.

It spread like ripples from the dark corridor to the classroom, and finally passed into the ears of Professor Binns.

Professor Binns paused for a moment, and his voice stopped abruptly.

He slowly raised his head, looked down at the students under the podium, the expression on his face eased a bit, the stiffness in the lecture, and even the tone of his voice was rare, and he said so.

"It's time, I should leave get out of class."

After finishing speaking, regardless of other things, he closed the thick lesson plan that was as transparent as his body with a "Peng", and then clamped it under his armpit.

Immediately afterwards, under Hermione's rather regretful gaze, it slowly floated upwards, passed through the ceiling of the classroom so easily, and went nowhere.

"Ah~~"

And at this moment, Ron, who had slept beautifully for nearly a class, also woke up.

He squinted his eyes happily, his expression unabashedly revealing a sense of satisfaction.

It can be seen that with the help of Professor Binns' "lullaby", Ron had the best sleep in recent days.

The atmosphere is quiet, the temperature is suitable, and the warm sun shines on the back and between the ends of the hair, which is warm and has an indescribable comfort.

To be honest, it was the first time for him to experience the fun of history of magic class... If possible, he wouldn't mind Professor Binns spending an extra ten minutes, so that he could draw a perfect end to this sleep.

"You know? I heard that Professor Binns and Nearly Headless Nick always like to party in a secluded room on the third floor... If you can find their party room at midnight and join them, Nick I will give you a lot of violet sugar as a gift."

Stretched for a long time, so that the bones of the whole body came back to the right position with a soft "click", Ron turned his head to look at Hermione, and said suddenly

Hermione's state at this time was as if she had watched a story cut off at the most critical point, so she couldn't be in a good mood.

Facing Ron who came to provoke her at this time, while packing up his pen and the notes he had just taken, he frowned and gave him a hard look, then asked

"Where did you hear the gossip?"

"Fred told me."

Ron straightened up and replied naturally.

Although the Weasley twins, who are older brothers, have played tricks on him no matter at home or at Hogwarts, Ron still regards them as an important channel for obtaining interesting news, and he firmly believes in what they say suspect.

Even now, recalling the two anecdotes about the horse monster and the Sorting Hat that Fred and George told him at the beginning of school, he still maintains a firm belief.

And because of this strange persistence, he and Draco fought each other five or six times.

"........."

Seeming to think that Ron was completely hopeless, Hermione stopped talking.After just rolling his eyes, he continued to pack his things on his own...

"whispering sound……"

On the other side of Ron, Draco, who also heard the conversation between the two, couldn't help ticking the corner of his mouth, and then made a voice that was obviously tinged with contempt and ridicule.

It sounded like a signal to declare war.

Immediately, Ron frowned, turned his upper body violently, glared at the other party, and put on a posture that he was about to pounce on him if he disagreed with him.

"What are you talking about, Draco!"

"Nothing, just admiring your innocence."

Draco shook his head, with a smile still on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't say much. He just replied casually while packing up his books and quills.

After all, he has now fully recognized the upper limit of Ron's IQ. From Draco's point of view, instead of wasting time arguing with this idiot on some meaningless things, it would be more meaningful to do other things.

So, ignoring Ron's reaction, he patted the sleeping Harry, waited to wake him up, and stood up from his seat.

"Humph!"

As if angry, Ron also took things into his arms indiscriminately, and stood up after tidying up casually.

After deliberately uttering a heavy muffled grunt, he flipped his head to the other side chicly, ignoring the annoying Draco.

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As the bell rang for the end of get out of class, all the little wizards who should wake up also woke up, and walked out slowly.

Harry squinted his eyes and adjusted his glasses, holding his things in a little confusion, and followed behind Draco.

Following the crowd rushing out the door, the four of them walked out of the classroom crowded together.

However, as soon as he arrived at the door of the classroom, a familiar figure suddenly caught Harry's attention, and the drowsiness he had just woken up instantly dissipated completely and turned into joy.

"Hagrid!!"

Freeing up a hand, Harry waved it happily, and waved to all the Hagrids who were standing in the corridor scanning the crowd, trying to find something.

"Ah, Harry!"

Hearing the voice of calling, Hagrid turned his head subconsciously. When he saw Harry, his eyes lit up immediately, and he took a few steps towards the direction of the four of them.

For a moment, the huge body squeezed through the noisy flow of people, and soon came to Harry's side.

"Hagrid, why are you here?"

Harry raised his head, looked at the familiar and friendly smile on that rough face, couldn't help showing a bit of brilliance, blinked curiously, and couldn't help asking
Hagrid smiled, and waited until he had greeted Hermione, Ron, and Draco before asking Harry's question.

"Actually, just came back from Charlie's factory..."

As soon as the words came out, before the words were finished, the eyes of three of the four little wizards lit up instantly.

There was only one Hermione, who couldn't figure it out, just frowning weirdly, and glanced at the expressions on the faces of the three partners. She really didn't understand why a factory made them so excited.

"Hmph... boy."

At this time, Ron didn't care about getting angry with Draco, he rushed out first, and came to Hagrid, holding the hem of the opponent's clothes with both hands.His eyes were serious, and his mouth was like a machine gun, asking non-stop.

"Hagrid, you delivered something to Mr. Charlie and came back!?
What does Mr. Charlie's factory look like?Oh my god, I can't believe you actually went in...

They said no one had ever been in it before. "

"Hey..." Hearing the envy and excitement in Ron's mouth, Hagrid straightened up, rubbed his nose with his huge fingers, and said proudly
"Probably because Charlie and I have a good relationship. So I didn't encounter any obstacles. As soon as I arrived at the door, Russell took me in... Oh, by the way, Russell is Charlie's personal elf."

"Then..." Ron was so excited that he was just about to ask something more, asking what Hagrid saw in the factory, and asking if Mr. Black's candy factory was really as rumored, even The bricks on the ground are made of candies...

At this moment, he already had a lot to say and wanted to ask Hagrid thoroughly.

However, as soon as he uttered a word, before he had time to organize his words and continue to ask, Draco beside him suddenly stretched out his hand, pressed it mercilessly on his head, and squeezed It was pushed aside, and at the same time, its body squeezed over, pushed away Ron's body, and came in front of Hagrid.

He didn't talk nonsense, and directly asked the question he was most concerned about.

"Uncle... Uncle, has he read my letter?"

As soon as these words came out, Draco felt his heart beating a little more violently.

He stared wide-eyed, staring intently at Hagrid's expression, clenched his fists unconsciously, pursed his lips, and waited excitedly for a reply.

Hagrid didn't have anything to do with Draco, he nodded briskly, and answered the other party's questions immediately.

"Looked."

Seeing that Draco's face was faintly flushed with excitement and bloodshot, he hastily added another sentence.

"I happened to be in his office when Charlie looked at it. He seemed very happy, and he wrote a reply letter, asking me to bring it back and give it to you."

After speaking, Hagrid reached into the pocket of the cloak, took out a letter, and handed it to Draco.

Draco's small mouth opened slightly, and the pupils of those bright eyes trembled faintly.

"This... This is my uncle's reply letter?!"

He stretched out his hand, and slowly took the letter Hagrid handed over.

Looking carefully at the envelope, the shield-shaped Black family crest branded with a skull as the top, a sword-holding hand and three crows arranged downwards...

Draco suddenly felt that for such a long time, he had worked hard to achieve excellence in every subject and to impress every teacher, for this moment.

Now that this letter is in my hands, it proves that all the efforts are correct, and the achievements I have made have been rewarded as they should be.

He slowly raised his arms and lifted the letter into the air, staring at it for about a minute.

"I'm going to tell my dad..."

After a long time, Draco murmured
"What happened to Draco?!"

Hermione watched his behavior, and a strange look gradually appeared in her eyes.Turning his head, he lowered his voice to Ron, and asked in disbelief
"It's just a letter...why is it that Draco is...like petrified?"

"A letter?"

Withdrawing his envious eyes from the letter, Ron turned his head to look at Hermione, looked him up and down, and then rolled his eyes greatly.

"That has the family crest of the Black family printed on it!"

After finishing speaking, Ron blinked, turned his head again, glanced at Draco who was holding the letter, smacked his lips with a bit of envy and hatred, and continued.

"The family crest has a very important symbolic meaning among pure-blooded nobles... Although we, the Weasley family, don't really care much about it, the other 27 families regard it as a sacred symbol. After sending it to The crest of one's own family is imprinted on other people's letters. One is to be the first to express its origin to everyone who sees the letter, and the other is to recognize and respect the recipient.

Now, Draco has received a letter from Mr. Black with the family crest. In a sense, it can also be said that he is treating Draco in an almost equal way to show his approval. "

While speaking, Ron pouted his mouth, and the resentment in his eyes became stronger.

Suddenly, he asked abruptly

"Hermione... Do you think that if I study hard from now on, will Mr. Black send me a letter like this at Christmas... After all, I am still his by blood." ... grandson?"

"It's so strange..." Hermione ignored him, and automatically omitted that sentence.He muttered something to himself.

"Okay... If that's the case, my mission is also complete."

Hagrid saw that everyone's attention was on the letter, and he couldn't care about anything else for a while, so he shrugged and said

"I still have something to do, I have to go back first... If you have anything to ask me, you are welcome to visit my hut when you have time. Oh, by the way, remember to tell me in advance, I will prepare freshly baked rock skin cakes for you."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hands with everyone, and walked down the corridor amidst everyone's farewell.

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"Hurry up! Draco, you should take it apart and see what Mr. Black told you."

On the way to the dining hall, Ron's enthusiasm for Mr. Black's letter still persisted, and he squeezed to Draco's side for an unprecedented time, urging him one after another.

"what are you saying?!"

Draco elbowed Ron, who was swarming beside him, outward, while refusing to say
"Such an important letter, of course you have to find a suitable opportunity to read it again! How could you open it so casually on the way to dinner?!"

And two steps behind the two, Harry and Hermione, who were also clueless, looked at the two of them as if they were watching the excitement.

"So when are you going to open him, Draco?"

Harry thought for a moment, interjected and asked
"However, we have to wait until we go to the library!"

Draco's eyes were shining, and for a moment he couldn't care less about holding his notebook and looking at it non-stop.He didn't need to think about it, he knew that all his mind was on that letter at the moment.

"So... that's weird enough."

Hermione curled her lips, and soon lost interest, turning her head to focus elsewhere.

(End of this chapter)