Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

Facing Ron's unconcealed envy, just as Harry was about to say something... a voice from the train compartment door directly interrupted their conversation.

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

The sudden voice made Harry and Ron, who were chatting, subconsciously stop what they were about to say and turn their gazes towards the compartment door.

And then, Harry quickly saw the owner of the voice...

A boy with golden hair appeared before Harry.

His eyes were slightly narrowed, his brow furrowed, and as he entered, he scanned the two occupants of the compartment with an arrogant gaze.

He held a very strange large book in his hand, blocking the compartment door with an air of entitlement.

Suddenly, the boy seemed to notice something, and his gaze, which had been sweeping over the two of them, refocused, all converging on Ron, who was opposite him.

"The Weasley kid?"

Draco's lips trembled, and although he subconsciously wanted to say something mocking, he managed to restrain himself, holding back for a long time, and ultimately didn't utter the words he was thinking: "The Malfoys' poor relative."

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

Although he didn't know if it was true or not, even if there was the slightest possibility that one of the two guys sitting here knew his uncle, he had to try his best to maintain his good image.

He absolutely couldn't let this little thing tarnish the perfect image he had built in front of his uncle...

You should know that although he couldn't control his mouth, he actually understood in his heart that being too venomous was not a particularly noble behavior.

"Malfoy!?"

On the other side, when Ron saw the newcomer, he seemed to be stimulated, and with a "whoosh," he jumped up from his seat like a cat with its fur on end, looking at Draco warily, as if he was about to start a full-blown fight in the next second.

Harry sat in place, looking left and right at the two who had stood up and were at each other's throats, feeling confused and not quite understanding what was going on.

"Why are you here!?" Ron didn't waste any words with him, directly questioning him.

Hearing his words, Draco's originally furrowed brow relaxed a lot, and his expression became strange, as if he was looking at a not-so-smart idiot.

He turned his head and glanced at the other peers running past behind him, everything was implied.

Just then, Goyle and Crabbe, who had been behind him, finally caught up with Draco, standing like two door gods behind Draco, filling the already narrow corridor tightly, leaving no space.

Looking at the two big guys who had caught up, Ron, who had been aggressive, couldn't help but take two steps back, and he subconsciously glanced at Harry beside him, feeling even less confident.

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

Draco raised his chin lightly, his tone unchanged, and continued to ask Ron.

"What question?"

Although he wasn't very confident, Ron's attitude was still stiff.

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

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

Only this time, as he spoke, his gaze slowly shifted to Harry.

"No one here knows your uncle!"

Ron retorted dryly.

However, facing Ron's retort, Draco didn't pay any attention to him at this moment.

His gaze remained on Harry, carefully examining the boy in front of him from top to bottom, finally landing on the box he was holding in his hands.

Harry felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, also feeling a bit offended, and was about to say something when Draco spoke first.

"My uncle is Charlie Black."

As soon as these words came out, the entire compartment fell silent.

Ron, who was about to continue scolding, froze in place, and even Harry, who had just wanted to speak, also became a blank expression.

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

"So you are Mr. Charlie's... nephew?"

"That's right." Hearing Harry's words, the corners of Draco's mouth unconsciously raised, enjoying the gaze from the other party, his face still arrogant.

"So... who are you?"

Perhaps because he was in a good mood, and because the other party might know his uncle, Draco was not too presumptuous, and rarely used honorifics to others.

As he spoke, he even extended his right hand.

Harry's eyes clearly lit up, he also stood up, gave Draco a bright smile, and reached out to shake the other's hand.

The dissatisfaction he had felt when the other party had barged in and scrutinized him was completely dissipated as the two hands clasped together.

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

Speaking here, Harry paused, seeming to hesitate how to introduce his relationship with Mr. Charlie to Draco.

Finally, after quickly turning in his brain, he finally came up with an appropriate identity.

"Mr. Charlie once helped me—he is my friend!"

However, after Harry's words came out, before Draco could say anything, Goyle and Crabbe behind him were the first to react.

Hearing two muffled "thumps" 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, staring blankly at Harry in the compartment, their eyes filled with undisguised shock.

"He he he..."

Goyle's thick chin trembled with his somewhat stuttering voice.

Finally, it was Crabbe who supplemented what he wanted to say.

"He is that... Harry Potter who defeated the Dark Lord! ! !"

"Yes! He is Harry Potter!"

Ron, who had been ignored on the side, was overjoyed to see this scene, and quickly jumped out again, taunting Draco triumphantly.

"He is Harry Potter who defeated the Dark Lord, much more powerful than your uncle!"

"Weasley! !"

"Ron! !"

However, after he said this, he couldn't help but regret it a little.

Because not only did Draco suddenly turn his head and glare at him.

Even Harry quickly called out to him.