Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

"Woof woof woof!"

Inside the house, Fang started barking wildly.

Seemingly sensing a dangerous aura, he was now putting on a look as if facing a formidable enemy.

His eyes were as clear as could be, staring intently at the direction of the explosion in the Forbidden Forest, showing none of his earlier laziness.

His broad back was arched high, and his gray-black fur bristled.

He barked while occasionally turning his head to look at Hagrid beside him, for reasons unknown.

"What happened!?"

"Is it Quirrell!?"

"We should go and see!"

At the same time, Draco, Harry, and Hermione immediately reacted.

The three exchanged glances tacitly, then simultaneously drew their wands from under their robes, their eyes gleaming, and began to stride towards the door, eager to investigate the situation.

"Hey! Wait, what are you going to do!?"

However, before they could take a few steps, Hagrid, with a serious expression, hurriedly blocked their path.

He stood like a high wall, separating them from the door, preventing them from advancing even half a step.

Even though he hadn't yet figured out what had happened… seeing Fang's unusual reaction and the captivating green light outside the window, Hagrid knew that the Forbidden Forest would definitely not be peaceful tonight.

And he, as the gamekeeper of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, although not a professor, had to fulfill his responsibilities and could not just watch a group of young wizards go to such a dangerous place.

"You can't go."

Standing in front of the door, Hagrid raised his thick, long finger and pointed at them earnestly, then frowned and instructed them word by word.

"Now! I'll go see what happened.

You stay in the house.

We'll talk about everything when I get back!"

With that, he turned around and gripped the pink, cheap little parasol hanging on the door.

"Rustle"… That was the sound of the plastic umbrella surface rubbing against the wand hidden inside.

His huge hand pressed against the wooden door, and Hagrid pushed it open with force.

The biting cold wind, mixed with fine snow or rain, swept into the house, causing Hagrid to squint.

The flames burning in the fireplace also flickered, visibly shrinking in size.

The originally warm and harmonious little wooden house was instantly tinged with a faint chill.

"Fang!"

Calling out to the Neapolitan Mastiff who was still barking wildly, Hagrid waved his hand, signaling.

Immediately, as if understanding his master's intention, Fang's eyes flashed with a human-like light.

He nodded, and without any hesitation, he stepped hard on the ground, transforming into a black lightning bolt, deftly passing through the four of them.

Then, before anyone could react, he appeared beside Hagrid, loyally following his footsteps.

"Alright…"

Finally, before leaving, Hagrid looked at the four eager young wizards and said after a moment of hesitation,

"Inside the house, if you're cold, add firewood, if you're thirsty, drink hot tea… If you're hungry, you can eat my candies."

As he spoke, Hagrid paused, then continued softly,

"Don't worry, I won't be long before I come back, and then I'll personally send you back to the castle… and I won't tell Filch and the others."

"Hagrid…"

As the student with the best relationship with this honest half-giant, Harry naturally couldn't help but worry about him… He subconsciously clenched his fist and pressed it against his chest.

Looking at Hagrid who was about to leave, he took a step forward and called out softly.

However, this time Hagrid didn't respond to him, only leaving behind a smile that was no different from usual, before heavily closing the wooden door with a "bang."

As the door was closed tightly by Hagrid, the cold wind that had been blowing in abruptly stopped, and the cottage became quiet.

The flames in the fireplace rose, gradually restoring the warmth to the surroundings…

… … …

"We can't let Hagrid go alone!"

Inside Hagrid's hut, Harry's small face was full of worry.

While muttering, he kicked the closed wooden door heavily twice, still unwilling to give up.

However, unfortunately, this did nothing.

To prevent the others from encountering any danger, Hagrid had specially cast a layer of confinement magic on the door when he left.

Although he hadn't completely graduated from Hogwarts, his skill in casting spells, whether from the early academy system or the later self-taught methods, was undoubtedly much stronger than that of ordinary wizards.

The confinement he cast was naturally impossible for four first-year students to easily break…

"Hagrid can't possibly be a match for Quirrell!

If he really encounters him, then, then…"

Harry couldn't go on.

In his mind, a terrifying scene seemed to have emerged, making his already anxious heart even more uneasy.

"We'll go through the window!"

Suddenly, Draco blurted out.

Then, under the collective gaze of Harry, Ron, and Hermione, he quickly walked to the window, moved Hagrid's chair from the side, stepped onto the windowsill, then pushed open the window, smiling and waving to the others, signaling.

Harry's eyes lit up immediately.

Without the slightest hesitation, he trotted to Draco's side, grabbed Draco's outstretched hand, and pulled sharply, flipping out first and landing outside.

Immediately, Hermione also hurriedly ran over.

Using the same method, she grabbed Draco's hand, then took advantage of the momentum to climb over the windowsill, and landed safely with Harry's help.

"Ron, what are you doing? Hurry up!"

Then, Draco looked at Ron, who was squatting next to the table stuffing candy into his mouth.

Instantly, the veins on his forehead bulged, faintly revealing the shape of a "well" character, and he roared at him,

"Ugh! I'm coming…"

Hearing Draco's voice, Ron replied vaguely, while quickly standing up.

After taking a reluctant look at the remaining candy on the ground, he grabbed Draco's hand with his bulging mouth, and was thrown directly out of the hut by him…

Finally, Draco closed the opened window again, then jumped down from above, landing gracefully.

Patting the dust off his body, he took a deep breath and looked towards the distant mountains and forests.

"Let's go!"

… … … … … … … … … … … … …

Deep in the Forbidden Forest, the unicorns who had originally been leisurely resting here had all fled into the distance in a panic.

The perched birds scattered and fled, along with those figures hidden in the darkness, all disappeared, clearing a vast battlefield for Charlie and Quirrell.

"Avada Kedavra! (Avada Kedavra!)"

In the deep darkness, accompanied by a roar, a ghostly green light bloomed again.

Powerful magic gathered, emitting a daunting power, and crashed towards a giant tree not far away.

"Boom!!" With a sound, the powerful impact caused the trunk of the entire tree to tremble.

A deep pit, emitting grayish-white smoke, was clearly left on its body, and from there, it began to spread outwards, gradually eroding the tree's vitality.

"Haha, that's right!"

The strong wind passed through the dense forest, causing Charlie's windbreaker to rustle.

He elegantly held his wand, leaped down from the tree branch, with an excited smile on his face, but without the slightest intention of showing mercy.

With a wave of his wrist, a red light shot out from the wand, heading straight towards the location where the Avada Kedavra curse had just been cast, without any deviation.

"Boom!"

Quirrell dived to the side, almost brushing past Charlie's magic, narrowly dodging the attack.

He tumbled awkwardly on the ground and hurriedly found a tree as cover, hoping to resist Charlie's next move...

"Mr. Black, please, stop!!"

Behind the tree, leaning against the sturdy branches, Quirrell's chest heaved violently, as he frantically inhaled the fresh air, and trembled as he tried to explain to Charlie.

"This...this is a misunderstanding."

His Adam's apple trembled uncontrollably, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the sweat on his forehead had long since been dried by the cold wind.

Now, in Quirrell's heart, besides regret and fear, no other thoughts could arise.

The man standing not far from him...he simply could not be called a human!

In Quirrell's eyes, Charlie Black at this moment was simply a human-shaped "Hungarian Horntail"!

Terrifying, dangerous, powerful, and irritable...If Quirrell was only frightened by his magic when they first met, then at this time, he would be willing to bestow all the words representing disaster upon this man...

Even though he was mentally prepared and knew what kind of powerful enemy he was facing, this kind of strength still far exceeded his imagination, causing Quirrell to completely lose his composure, and he could only run away desperately under Charlie's attacks, like a mouse being teased by a cat, chasing after the possibility of survival in the other's game.

Moreover, this was under the premise that Charlie could not use his most proficient series of fire magic attacks in the Forbidden Forest!

"Do you believe that yourself when you say that?"

Charlie was not in a hurry to continue the attack.

He reached out and straightened his collar, and tugged at the wrinkles of the shirt under his windbreaker.

Only then did he slowly question in a lazy voice that was no different from usual.

"Quirrell...I just want to teach your master what rules are.

Wizards in this magical world must abide by the rules in everything they do...Just like now, you are in my rules, because I am stronger than you, so I can arbitrarily set the rules I want.

You can run, you can counterattack, you can do anything in this Forbidden Forest.

As long as you can escape back to Hogwarts, then I will write off the matter of you hurting my nephew.

Of course, if you want to use Apparition, it means that you have broken my rules...Then I will continue the game with you outside the rules, understand?"

"Actually, I..."

Quirrell struggled and wanted to say something, but unexpectedly, before he could speak, another red light suddenly flashed past him, brushing against the corner of his clothes that he had accidentally revealed, and blasted straight into the ground not far away, leaving a not shallow pit.

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't have much time! Run, or die...choose quickly!" Charlie's voice no longer had the laziness it had just now, replaced by a kind of ruthless coldness...

Mud and gravel burst and scattered, Quirrell's face was splashed and hurt...There was no way, seeing that Charlie didn't have the slightest intention of making peace, he could only bite the bullet and continue to run away with his head in his hands.

"Give me your body!!"

Just as he was panicking and planning to continue running away, Voldemort, who had been silent for a long time in his mind, as if he had disappeared, spoke again.

"M...Master!?"

Quirrell's movements stagnated, and he exclaimed subconsciously.

However, another magic shot from behind pulled him back to reality again, and he took bigger steps, desperately trying to win this game according to the "rules" set by Charlie.

But, in fact, the cruel reality is that no matter how hard he tries, victory will never favor him in the slightest.

His fate was already doomed the moment he stepped into this Forbidden Forest.

The victor can only be Charlie...because he is both the rule-maker and the participant.

And the reason why Charlie went to so much trouble to play with Quirrell like this was nothing more than to give Tom Marvolo Riddle, who was attached to his body, that is, Voldemort, a profound lesson...

"Do you want to live!?"

Voldemort roared, causing the sound to echo constantly in Quirrell's mind.

"I do!"

The cold wind blew past his ears, cutting them painfully, but Quirrell didn't dare to stop for even a moment, he could only run with all his strength, running and nodding frantically in response to Voldemort's voice in his head.

"Then hand over your body to me temporarily! Only in this way can we escape from the hands of that despicable villain, Black!"

Voldemort continued to bewitch, like a demon who was trying to steal human souls.

However, compared to the composure and elegance of the demons in ordinary stories, he was obviously much more embarrassed...

"But..." Quirrell was still a little hesitant, after all, the reason in his mind told him that if he really believed what Voldemort said so easily, then something bad would definitely happen...

"No buts!"

As a result, before he could finish his question, he was roared back again.

"If you still want to be my Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, do as I say!"

Finally, after some struggle, Quirrell still chose to believe Voldemort's words.

"Alright...alright."

He nodded, then took a deep breath, and continued to ask:

"Then, my master, what should I do?"