Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 200 A Light Wheel 2000
Throughout the morning, Honeydukes' guests never stopped. Every time a group of customers returned home with bags of candy in their hands, another wave of customers hurried in.

After they came in, what they said was pretty much the same, it was always the same sentence, "Is there any violet candy for Smelling Wind?!"

In this way, until around noon, seeing that the packs of candies that filled the shelves just yesterday were all bought and replaced with sparkling silver Sickles and Gold Galleons, the turbulent crowd finally subsided Get down, give Ambrosio and Mrs. Froome a brief respite...

"It's unbelievable... We sold more candies this morning than we usually put together in two or three days!!!"

Behind the Honeydukes counter, Mrs. Froome looked a little tired, but couldn't hide the excitement and joy in her voice.

She slowly opened the money drawer behind the counter, and saw coins laying neatly inside, scattered and stacked closely, shining with dazzling light, filling up the space that was not small. It's full.

Even just looking at it at a glance, it can't help but cheer up, and completely leave all the exhaustion behind...

"This is the most wonderful Christmas ever!"

Mrs. Froome sighed, took a deep breath, then raised her head and looked at her husband who was standing at the door, as if she wanted to get the other party's approval.

However, Ambrosio didn't speak, just looked at the far away guests by himself, not knowing what he was thinking.

Sweat trickled down his forehead.The turbid breath exhaled from the mouth also turned into a white mist in the cold air until it gradually disappeared...

Suddenly, Ambrosio seemed to have made some decision. He slowly retracted his gaze, took a deep breath, turned his head away, and focused his gaze on the ad that was placed just yesterday and marked with the pattern of smelling violets. On the new shelves of the brand--

Now the shelves that should have been full of candies have all run out, and there are only a few bags of violet candies that have not yet been sold, lying on them pitifully.

He frowned, walked to the shelf without saying a word, raised his hand and picked up a bag of candies on it.

After ten seconds of serious eyes, Ambrosio tore open the package, took out a crystal clear candy, and gently put it into his mouth with some complicated mood.

The moment Sniffing Violet Candy touched the tip of his tongue, he closed his eyes.

Silently feeling the layers of sweetness in the mouth writhing and jumping on the taste buds, dancing continuously, and finally rushing straight from the nasal cavity to the brain with an inexplicable air, although the expression on the face is still the same as before. But the turbulent waves in his heart made him hold the candy wrapping bag tightly.

After a long time, when the candy completely melted in his mouth, Ambrosio finally opened his eyes.

There was a bit of frustration and sadness in his eyes that couldn't be concealed, and he seemed to understand something in the sobriety of the aftertaste of violet sugar...

Ambrosio handed the bag of candy to Mrs. Froome behind the counter, and then showed a slightly bitter smile under the surprised gaze of the other party.

Shaking his head slowly, he said

"He has reached an unattainable height...no one in the world can make it to the point...at least I will never be able to make a work like this candy."

After all, like a defeated rooster, he walked towards the inside of Honey Duke...

Mrs. Froome watched her husband open the door to the bedroom, and after entering, he closed it hard again, but did not stop him.

Gently stroking the coins in the drawer that were about to overflow, the smile on his face did not dissipate.

In her opinion, this may not be a bad thing for Ambrosio.

After all, although it is cruel to accept the reality, after the cruelty, there is no courage to face the future.

It's easier than always competing with Charlie Black secretly in my heart like before.

Besides, people never know...

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Hogwarts
As the crisp and cheerful bell rang the first ray of morning light, in the Slytherin dormitory, Harry slowly opened his sleepy eyes with a comfortable face.

With the end of the accident in the Forbidden Forest that night, everything seemed to be drawn to a conspicuous end, making his study life back on track.

With no more thrilling adventures and terrifying enemies, all that's left is a good time with friends.

Although it is a little plain, but in Harry's view, it is also very cherished...

After sitting up from the bed, Harry subconsciously turned his head and looked to the side, where Draco's bed was.

Originally, according to past habits, when Harry woke up, Draco should be sitting on the bed, holding the notebook that Mr. Black gave him, reading with relish.

But this time, it wasn't like that.

At this moment, there was no one on Draco's bed, even the quilt had been neatly folded and was quietly placed on the head of the bed.

It was only then that Harry suddenly realized that Draco had been taken home by his parents yesterday to spend the holiday together.

Thinking of this, Harry couldn't help but feel a bit of loss and envy in his heart... The loss was because he couldn't spend his first Christmas at Hogwarts with his best friend.

And envy, because now he is with his parents, enjoying the warmth brought by the family.

Even so, Harry quickly adjusted his mood. He shook his head, put on the glasses on the bedside, put on his clothes, and regained his usual bright smile on his face, ready to welcome the The beginning of this new day.

At this moment, suddenly, the door of the dormitory opened, and a tall, indifferent boy walked in.

He raised his head, looked at Harry who was getting dressed, nodded slightly, and greeted him politely.

"Morning, Harry."

This is his roommate who lives in the same dormitory, Theodore Knott.

Although he is from the same Holy 28 family as Draco, he is not a high-profile guy and likes to be alone, even with people in the same dormitory, it is difficult to become friends with him.

In daily communication, only polite greetings are left...

At the very beginning, Harry also tried to take the initiative to establish a friendly relationship with him, but it was not very successful.

Theodore Nott's politeness and unfamiliarity are like an ice wall, blocking all his goodwill from the outside.Like a lone wolf, he lives alone in a world that only belongs to him, and no outsiders are allowed to step in.

You know, even in Slytherin with a not very good reputation, a guy like him who has no friends is definitely an outlier.

"You too, Theodore."

Harry also nodded in response, and then greeted him casually as usual.
"Not bad today, right?"

"good."

Theodore replied briefly, and then he didn't say anything else, but walked straight to his bed.

"correct……"

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, stopped in his footsteps, turned his head, and spoke to Harry.

"what?"

Harry looked at him in surprise, and the movement of his hands in putting on his clothes also paused immediately.

After all, according to the past practice, after finishing these two sentences, it is probably their entire communication for a day.

Even talking to him like this is a novelty for Harry.

"They're opening Christmas presents in the common room...I just saw yours."

Theodore pointed to the direction outside the dormitory door and said.

"real!?"

Harry's eyes flickered suddenly, and the smile on his face became uncontrollably exuberant.

You know, this is probably the first time he has officially received a Christmas present.

In the past, when he was at the Dursleys, what Uncle Vernon would give him was fifty pence coins or a pair of smelly socks, or even toothpicks...

"I'm going to have a look now!!"

While talking, the excited Harry put on his clothes quickly, then stepped on his slippers, and rushed out of the dormitory like flying, and ran into the common room.

Sure enough, in the noisy and bustling Slytherin lounge at this moment, Harry saw his own Hedwig at a glance, standing on a stack of stacked presents and flapping his wings.

Seeing Harry appear, he opened his mouth and called out a few times, as if to remind the other party that he was here.

"Good boy……"

Regardless of the coolness and frost that had not dissipated from Hedwig's body, Harry hugged it into his arms, pampered its snow-white head, and took out a handful of feed that he had prepared with him, and put it in his arms. After he settled down, he couldn't wait to look at the gift prepared for him.

First of all, the first gift that came into view was wrapped in layers of newspapers. Although it had become crumpled due to the bumps of the road, it was not difficult to see that on it, black carbon Write the words "Merry Christmas, Mr. Potter!" with plain pen.

Almost without thinking, when Harry saw the crooked handwriting, he instantly realized who sent it.

Sure enough, when he opened the outer package, the contents inside confirmed Harry's conjecture.

After all, no one but Dobby would give him an outfit that looked exactly like it did for his birthday - and it still wouldn't fit that well.

The second one was sent by Draco...

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In this way, he unwrapped them one by one, and soon, the high pile of presents decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although most of the gifts received were small magical objects, not worth much, but they were very interesting, at least Harry was very satisfied.

Soon, not long after, there were only two unopened presents left on the ground.

Harry set his eyes on the biggest of them all.

"Is this... a broomstick?"

Looking at the long shape tightly wrapped in colored paper and ribbons, Harry's heart skipped a beat.

Quickly brought it in front of his eyes, and immediately, he saw Charlie Black's name on the label between the ribbons.

The handwriting signed with a fountain pen has a unique elegance, which is beautiful yet unrestrained and hard, just like his character, which is so complicated that people can't figure it out.

"Mr. Black gave it to me?!"

The heart that was originally mentioned was beating even harder.The little face immediately flushed a little from excitement, and he asked himself in surprise
"How did Mr. Black know that I've always wanted a broomstick...did Draco tell him?"

For Charlie Black to send a gift, Harry actually expected it.

However, from his point of view, for a little wizard like himself, who has only met once or twice, he would be overjoyed if Mr. Black sent some candy casually.

But he never thought that the other party bought a broomstick just for himself! ?

At this point in his thoughts, he could no longer restrain the joy in his heart, and he couldn't wait to reach out and open the package above.

When the ribbon and colored paper were torn apart, a beautifully shaped broom with perfect curvature appeared in front of everyone.

Whether it is the handle part made of mahogany or the long and neat end twigs, it seems to remind Harry all the time that the broom is of superior quality.

And on its top, where the golden light is faintly shining, the "Nimura: 2000" logo engraved on it clearly shows the identity of this broomstick!

"Harry received a Nimbus 2000!!!"

Beside him, a young Slytherin wizard had just casually glanced at him.But when he saw the thing in Harry's hand, his eyes widened immediately and he couldn't look away.

And following his exclamation, suddenly, as if a certain mechanism had been set off, more little wizards gathered their gazes.

"Is that the new broom?"

"It's new this year!"

"God, I really want to..."

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Hearing the envious whispers in his ear, Harry swallowed.There was an unreal illusion, and he subconsciously clenched the shiny handle in his hand a little more.

"My God... If Ron knew, he would be crazy with envy."

Shaking his head, looking at the Nimbus 2000 in his hands, Harry couldn't help but sigh.

(End of this chapter)