Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 58 What sound? !

"Oh...the candy factory."

Ron replied with a clear "Oh".

But in the next second, he seemed to suddenly realize something, and the mouth that was chewing like a squirrel stopped abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes were fixed on Harry once again.

"Wait...his name is Charlie Black?"

"Yes, Mr. Black."

"He... opened a candy factory??"

Having said that, Ron's tone seemed to be a little uncontrollable, and his lips couldn't help trembling.

"Uh... yes."

Harry was a little terrified by Ron's stern eyes, and while shrinking back without leaving a trace, he continued to nod in response.
"He's the Charlie Black who runs the candy factory!?!?"

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"Be careful, Goyle! You'd better lift my suitcase a little higher. Its contents are far more valuable than your luggage!"

In the corridor of the train, Draco was still holding the huge notebook that Charlie gave him, carefully studying every word.

Hearing the faint collision sound coming from behind, he just paused his steps and uttered a casual rebuke, but from the beginning to the end, he never took his eyes off the notebook.

"Sorry...Draco!"

Behind him, Gore wiped the faint sweat from his face, tried his best to obey the order, lifted the suitcase in his hand high, and finally carried it on his shoulders.

He looked at the boy in front of him who was so delicate even in his back, and couldn't help asking.

"Actually...Draco, do you really think reading on the train is a good idea?"

And behind Gore, Clark, who was also dragging a pile of luggage, hurriedly poked his head out, echoing sincerely.
"Yes, yes! My dad told me that reading all the time will break your eyes!"

"Yeah... It's because you believed what your father said, so your eyes are fine, but your brain is broken."

Draco turned his head and rolled his eyes at the two of them.

After making a casual sarcasm, he turned his gaze back to the book and continued walking forward.

Only Goyle and Clark were left with big eyes and small eyes, with a bit of bewilderment in their expressions.

After being stunned for a while, both of them could only sigh and helplessly continue to keep up with the luggage.

They really don't know what happened to Draco. He was a normal horse when they met at the entrance dinner, but today he suddenly seems to be a different person. He has been holding the big book since he met them. I can't stop reading books.

Isn't it just a book? ?Even if the two of them tried their best, they still couldn't figure out what was the difference between them.

Goyle and Clark also sneaked a few glances up while Draco was not paying attention, but the dense symbols and words almost carried some kind of lethality, even if they just glanced at it, they were dizzy and directly persuaded retreat.

To be honest, if it weren't for the usual poisonous tongue and disgusting white eyes, they would really think that Draco beside them was not themselves at all.

"I'm about to enter Hogwarts! You won't understand the sense of urgency in me!"

Draco frowned slightly, and while continuing to read the book, he said to Goyle and Clark behind him

"Like my uncle! When he entered Hogwarts to study, he was already proficient in twenty spells! I must keep up with his pace to become a great figure like him in the future!"

"No... no way, Draco!? You have to learn twenty spells before you get to Hogwarts??"

Goyle and Clark were stunned for a moment. The way they looked at Draco at this moment had become like looking at a monster.

"how is this possible……"

Fortunately, Draco's answer made them feel relieved.

"I admit that although I am very talented, compared with my uncle, I am obviously not qualified."

While speaking, Draco took a deep breath, and his eyes became more determined, as if he had been injected with an invisible force.

"So I have to work harder to keep up with him."

After speaking, the steps that went straight forward became more and more sonorous.

"It's... so weird."

Clark had a bitter face, distorted like a melon, glanced at Goyle, and whispered
"I still like the original Draco..."

Gore replied sullenly, and the expression on his face also became sad.

"I really hope he can change back as soon as possible..."

"When I got back from the dinner that night, my dad told me that Charlie Black is actually a rich freak... I really don't understand why Draco has to become like him?"

"Isn't his family rich enough?"

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.........

Just as the two were secretly biting their ears behind their backs, Draco in front suddenly seemed to notice something.

"Ok?"

Draco's footsteps stopped, his eyes moved away from the book, and he began to scan the boxes around him.

"Goyle! Clarke!"

Suddenly, he turned around abruptly and shouted at the two people who were dawdling behind him.

"In!! Draco!"

"What's up! Draco!"

The sudden voice almost scared the two fat men who were speaking ill of Charlie Black behind their backs and jumped to their feet.

He hurriedly pretended that nothing had happened, and hurriedly followed Draco in front of him with a few strides.

"Did you hear something just now?"

"Sound... sound?"

Gore tugged at his neckline with some guilt, his eyes drifted away unconsciously

"What... what sound."

Clark behind him also swallowed a mouthful of saliva, shrinking his neck carefully.

"Tsk..."

Seeing the two inexplicable expressions, Draco couldn't help frowning.But still didn't think much about it, just murmured in confusion
"Did I hear it wrong? I seem to have heard someone call my uncle's name..."

As soon as this remark came out, the two people who had been modest at first broke into a cold sweat, and hurriedly shook their heads in denial.

"No, no, we didn't hear Mr. Charlie's name."

"Maybe you heard it wrong... After all, there are so many people named Charlie."

Draco listened to the words of the two, and the frown that was originally frowned also eased a little.

After all, the train is not quiet at the moment. A group of children who are in the period of vigorous energy are gathered together, and it is difficult to really have a time when they are not noisy.

All kinds of noise, jokes, yelling and running sounds can be heard endlessly, filling the whole train.

Even Draco couldn't be sure if it was really what the two said, and he had heard it wrong.

"Okay, maybe I heard wrong..."

Just as Draco was talking, he turned his head back.

And Gore and Clark also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, a faint voice came out again.

"You actually know Charlie Black!?!?"

"wrong!"

Draco's relieved brow immediately furrowed again.This time, he was sure that he absolutely heard it!
(End of this chapter)