Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 201 Go Play With My Baby Car
For a little wizard who is only in his teens, the lethality that a handful of Nimbus 2000 can cause cannot be underestimated.

In barely half a minute, the atmosphere in the already bustling Slytherin lounge went up to a new level.

The eyes of the students who knew or didn't know were shining, and they all rushed towards Harry's direction like stars and moons, hoping to have a chance to reach out and touch this legendary "advanced" broom"……

Even Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch school team, couldn't help coming over to join in the fun, looking at the brand-new broom with burning eyes, and then sincerely praised Harry
"Nice broom . . . Potter."

Reluctantly, Harry, who had become the center of attention for a while, had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​continuing to unwrap the last gift here.

While dealing with the crowd with a forced smile, he picked up other things, led Hedwig to break through the crowd, and fled back to his dormitory in embarrassment.

"Peng!"

When the door of the dormitory was closed tightly and the noise disappeared, Harry couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, with some distress, he took the robe on his body and carefully wiped the Nimbus 2000 that had a few finger prints on it.

He glanced at Theodore not far away, who was lying on the bed at the moment, flipping through an unknown magazine, quietly enjoying his time alone, ignoring who it was that re-entered at this moment .just like before...

Harry withdrew his gaze and walked back to his bed without saying anything.

After tidying up the Nimbus 2000 and other gadgets, he looked at the only unopened gift left in his hand.

"what is this?"

Frowning, Harry took advantage of the situation and sat on the bed. After looking at it carefully, he muttered to himself thoughtfully.

The gift was tightly wrapped, and there was no writing on it, not even a name.From the feel and weight in his hand, Harry could guess that it was probably a folded piece of clothing.

After hesitating for a moment, he skillfully took it apart.

However, after Harry peeled off the wrapping paper layer by layer, the scene before him completely surprised him.

Inside the wrapping paper, there was nothing...or at least nothing in front of Harry's eyes.

And when he felt the slight weight, and subconsciously stretched out his hand slowly to rub it tentatively, he could obviously feel an extremely smooth cloth passing across his fingertips.

It can be easily picked up by him, but it can't be seen at all...

Harry blinked vigorously, as if there was some kind of confusion between vision and touch, or a great joke, which made him feel a little baffled.

After a long time, Harry slowly lifted the folded "invisible clothes" and covered his hand. The next second, the hand disappeared from his eyes .

"Gudong..."

Harry swallowed, and couldn't help but think of the spell that Draco had cast on him.

"Is this also a type of illusion spell?"

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"Breaking through the blizzard, we sat on the sled..."

"Run across the fields, we laugh and sing..."

In the factory, the roar of the machines that should have sounded has disappeared today, replaced by joyful and high-pitched singing.

The Christmas holiday is ushered in, and every elf is extraordinarily happy in the snowflakes.

They swapped out their long-standing work clothes for new clothes.

Under Russell's command, they held hands one by one and formed a big circle under the Christmas tree, singing holiday tunes loudly.

The loud and clear singing floated in the air and spread far and wide to every corner of the factory.

Even Charlie and Aberforth, who were exercising their muscles and bones in a remote open space in the corner, could clearly hear them.

Aberforth's skin was slightly red after a battle.The sturdy arms were exposed in the air, and there was no trace of coldness, but a faint heat was released outward.

First he habitually flicked the white smoke slowly emerging from the tip of the wand, then he put down his tugged sleeves, looked up into the distance, and couldn't help but complain
"Oh my god... aren't these guys tired? They've been singing all morning..."

"Elves love this song."

Charlie replied with a smile. While speaking, he unhurriedly reached out and recalled the woolen robe hanging in the distance. After putting it on his body, he turned over the wand in his hand.

In an instant, the ground and trees that had been potholed due to the fierce battle were restored again, and became the same as before.

With a snap of his fingers, two cups of hot cocoa that had been prepared appeared in front of his eyes out of thin air.

Charlie gently picked up one of the cups and pushed the other towards Aberforth.

After taking a sip lightly, he exhaled a long breath, and then continued unhurriedly

"Since I sang it to them once at Christmas dinner five years ago, they've stuck it in their heads and sang it every Christmas... for hours."

After all, Charlie shrugged his shoulders and put on an expression of "you just need to get used to it, it doesn't matter", which made Aberforth's teeth ache.

"Humph……"

Aberforth rolled his eyes fiercely, and after inserting his wand back into the pocket inside the cloak, he let out a heavy groan.

"I can't stand this crappy song... What Christmas is about, and about the guy called Jesus, it's so outrageous in my opinion... If they want to sing so much, why can't they sing more about Merlin?"

He turned around and walked into the distance without looking back.

"What are you going to do?"

Charlie asked
"Go play with my baby car!!"

He replied without turning his head, his thick white long hair rustled under the wind, as if blending with the falling snowflakes.

He walked towards the distance along the already blurred path until the figure disappeared.

Ever since Charlie gave him a brand-new modified car, Aberforth has devoted all his energy to it.

In one day, except for the training and rest with Charlie, he spent almost all his energy on the new car, driving it out of the factory from time to time for an exciting hurricane on the roads of Cheshire journey of……

"Well, I wish you a good time."

He didn't stop the other party until Aberforth's figure completely disappeared from sight, and he didn't stay where he was. In the blink of an eye, he left and returned to his office.

(End of this chapter)