Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 59 He's Harry Potter!
Facing Ron's unabashed envy, just when Harry was about to say something...

A voice from the door of the train compartment directly inserted into the conversation between the two.

"I just heard my uncle's name being mentioned..."

The sudden sound forced Harry and Ron, who were still chatting, to subconsciously stop what they were about to say, and Qiqi looked towards the door of the box.

Immediately afterwards, Harry also quickly saw the owner of the voice...

A boy with blond hair appeared in front of Harry.

His eyes were slightly squinted, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and when he entered, he also looked at the two people in the box with an arrogant look.

Holding a very strange big book in his hand, he just blocked the door of the box in such a grandiose manner.

Suddenly, the boy seemed to have noticed something, and the eyes that were still scanning the two of them regained their focus, and they all focused on Ron who was opposite him.

"The one from the Weasleys?"

Draco's lips trembled, although subconsciously wanted to say something to ridicule, but fortunately, he tried his best to control it, holding back for a long time, did he miss the sentence in his mind?

"Poor relation of the Malfoy family" said it.

After all, he just heard someone say: "You actually know Charlie Black!?"

Although I don't know if it is true or not, even if there is a slight possibility that one of the two guys sitting here knows his uncle, he will try his best to maintain his good image.

Absolutely not because of such a trivial matter, let the perfect image I established in front of my uncle show flaws...

You know, even though he can't control his mouth, he also understands in his heart that being too venomous is not an extremely aristocratic behavior.

"Malfoy!?"

On the other side, when he saw the person coming, Ron also seemed to be stimulated by something. With a "thump", like a cat whose hair has exploded, he jumped up from his seat, looking at Germany vigilantly. Laco, it seems that the next second is about to have a big fight.

Harry sat on the spot, looked left and right at the two people who stood up and were at war with swords, and he was a little confused before he could figure out what was going on.

"Why are you here!?" Ron didn't talk to him too much, and asked directly
Draco listened to his words, his brows that were originally frowning relaxed a lot, and his eyes became weird, as if he was looking at a not-so-intelligent idiot.

He turned around, glanced at the other peers who ran behind him, and said nothing.

And at this moment, Goyle and Clark, who were originally following behind him, finally caught up with Draco. Like two door gods, they stood behind Draco, blocking the narrow corridor. It must be tight and tight, and there is no way to get through.

Seeing the two big guys rushing over, Ron, who was still aggressive, couldn't help but took two steps back. He subconsciously glanced at Harry at the side, feeling more and more lacking in confidence.

"So... can you answer my question?"

Draco raised his chin lightly, his tone remained unchanged, and continued to ask Ron
"what is the problem?"

Although he was not very confident, Ron's attitude was still blunt.

"I just heard my uncle's name..."

Draco repeated what he had said when he first came in.

Only this time, while he was talking, his eyes slowly shifted to Harry.

"No one here knows your uncle!"

Ron said dryly,

However, in the face of Ron's scolding, Draco at the moment ignored it.

His gaze was still on Harry, from top to bottom, carefully sizing up the boy in front of him, and finally fell on the box he was holding in his hand.

Harry was a little terrified by his gaze, and also felt a little discomfort of being offended. When he was about to say something, Draco spoke first.

"My uncle is Charlie Black."

As soon as these words came out, the whole box fell into silence.

Ron, who was about to continue yelling something, froze in place, and even Harry, who was about to speak just now, turned into a dazed expression by the way.

But then, he reacted, looking at Draco in front of him, his eyes flickered with disbelief.

"So you're Mr. Black's...nephew?"

"That's right." Draco heard Harry's words, subconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, enjoying the other's gaze, his face still proud.

"So... who are you?"

Perhaps because of the good mood, and the fact that the other party might know his uncle, Draco was not too presumptuous, but rarely used honorifics to others.

While speaking, he even stretched out his right hand.

The light in Harry's eyes obviously brightened, he also stood up, showed a bright smile at Draco, reached out and held Draco's hand.

And the dissatisfaction when the other party barged in and looked at him wantonly just now disappeared completely with the two hands clasped together.

"Hello! My name is Harry Potter,..."

Having said that, Harry paused, as if hesitating how to introduce his relationship with Mr. Black to Draco.

Finally, after a quick turn in his mind, he finally revealed an appropriate identity.

"Mr. Black helped me once—he's my friend!"

However, after Harry's words blurted out, Draco hadn't said anything yet, but Goyle and Clark behind them were the first to respond.

Hearing two muffled "plops" from behind.

Draco frowned and turned his head to look, only to see that the two guys had subconsciously let go of the luggage they were holding in their hands, and stared at Harry in the box dumbfounded, with undisguised shock in their eyes.

"He he he..."

Goyle's thick jaw trembled with his stuttering voice.

In the end it was Clark who added what he wanted to say.

"He's the... Harry Potter who killed You-Know-Who!!!"

"Yeah! He's Harry Potter!"

Ron, who was ignored by the side, was very happy to see this scene, and quickly jumped out again, provocatively saying to Draco
"He is the Harry Potter who killed the mysterious man, much better than your uncle!"

"Weasley!!"

"Ron!!"

However, when he said this sentence, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

Because it wasn't just Draco who turned his head and glared at him.

Even Harry hastened to call him.

　To be honest... Actually, I made a plan yesterday.

　　It is to set the update date until [-]:[-] tomorrow night.

　　I originally wanted to talk about it when it was posted at [-]:[-] today.

　　As a result, there were too many old buddies who urged me, so I sent it out first.

　　Say yes - starting tomorrow, it will be released on time at [-] o'clock every night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)