Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

“Ron!”

“Ron!”

With a sigh, Harry, lugging his luggage and birdcage, began walking and calling out Ron's name, his eyes constantly scanning, searching for the other boy's figure. Google search reading

Suddenly, while scanning the crowd, Harry seemed to notice something. His gaze stopped on a bright, golden head of hair—unmistakably golden hair paired with shiny hair gel. Even now, he was still the most eye-catching person in the crowd.

Harry perked up. Although he hadn't found Ron, meeting another acquaintance made him feel a lot more at ease.

What's more, he clearly remembered what the boy named Draco had said to him in the train compartment.

“My uncle is Charlie Black.”

Because of Mr. Charlie, he didn't have a bad first impression of this seemingly arrogant boy. Even when the other party offered to let Ron off the hook, his goodwill had subtly increased.

Now that he saw him again, Harry's eyes lit up. Without any hesitation, he led Hedwig towards the other boy's location.

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At this moment, Draco's expression was calm, as if he had long forgotten the unpleasantness he had encountered on the train.

He was still holding his notebook, handing all the remaining luggage to Goyle and Crabbe, who were standing not far away. ░ ▒ ▓ █ ► ─ ═ ═ ─ ◄ █ ▓ ▒ ░

Draco closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His hands gripped the sides of the huge notebook, holding it close to his chest, as if he were sensing something in the dark.

Then he exhaled a breath of stale air, opened his eyes again, and his expression instantly brightened. He murmured in a voice that only he could hear.

“Uncle did the same thing back then… took his first step towards Hogwarts on this platform.”

As he spoke, he took a solemn step forward. After completing this action, which seemed to have some symbolic meaning, he continued.

“I feel like I'm echoing my uncle from back then… It's as if, after nineteen years, it's happening again…”

“Hey, Draco!”

However, before he could finish echoing, a voice, filled with undisguised joy, suddenly interrupted him from behind.

“Tch…”

Draco's brow furrowed deeply. He subconsciously turned his head towards the direction of the sound, opening his mouth to reprimand.

However, before the words could come out, after seeing the approaching figure, his furrowed brow changed. He opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't make a sound, slowly closing it again.

“He knows Uncle… He knows Uncle… He knows Uncle…” In his mind, Draco repeated over and over again. ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦

However, the subtle changes in Draco's expression were not noticed by Harry. He was still cheerful, and upon seeing that the other boy had noticed him, he raised the hand holding Hedwig's cage high in the air, waving excitedly.

“Coo! Coo-coo—”

The cage shook, and Hedwig, who was originally resting peacefully, was caught off guard and almost fell off the perch.

She hurriedly opened her eyes, spread her wings, and fluttered a few times before regaining her balance.

Then, looking at Harry, she let out a few dissatisfied chirps.

Unfortunately, her voice was so small that it couldn't attract any attention in such a noisy environment.

So, after chirping a few times, seeing that there was no effect, Hedwig angrily buried her little head in the feathers on her chest, seemingly sulking to herself.

“Ha… Harry Potter.”

Looking at Harry, who was running straight towards him, Draco's eyes twitched. He forced a smile and called out Harry's name.

“It's okay, you can just call me Harry!”

Harry didn't notice anything wrong. He naturally stopped in front of Draco, smiling and striking up a conversation.

“It's such a coincidence—it was a bit crowded just now, very chaotic, and Ron and I got separated.”

As he spoke, Harry didn't forget to turn his head again, looking around, trying to find Ron's traces. But unfortunately, he still couldn't find him.

Frowning with some annoyance, Harry sighed, turned back, and looked at Draco, asking the same question.

“What about you? Did you and your two friends get separated too?”

“Friends?” Hearing Harry's words, Draco was first stunned, then reacted and looked towards the bushes next to the platform.

At this moment, Goyle and Crabbe were over there, squatting down, sticking their butts up in the air, rummaging around, not knowing what they were doing.

“Are you talking about Goyle and Crabbe?” Draco turned his head and sized up Harry with a strange look in his eyes.

“…Is there a problem?”

Harry looked at Draco, who was inexplicably sizing him up again, and asked subconsciously.

“They're not my friends.” The corners of Draco's mouth curled up, and a hint of contempt could be seen in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

“They're just my cronies.”

“Cronies…” Harry repeated the word, inexplicably thinking of his cousin Dudley at home.

He used to always bring a group of children who were just as bad as him, causing trouble everywhere. Being bullied by them from time to time was also commonplace.

As for now… Harry could only wish him not to be too sad.

“Uh…” Harry scratched his somewhat messy hair, speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say because of Draco's words.

But fortunately, he immediately thought of something, and his eyes lit up.

“Right! Mr. Charlie gave me a box of candy for my birthday—would you like to have some?”

As he spoke, he eagerly put down what he was holding and reached into his pocket to take out the candy he had originally planned to eat himself.

“Hmph…”

Listening to Harry's words, Draco's originally forced smile gradually became natural. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, with seven parts showing off and three parts disdain.

“Ah… if you're talking about candy or something, I think I'll pass.”

Draco raised his chin slightly, looking down at the other boy with a condescending gaze, and continued.

“You probably don't know… my uncle stayed at my house for seven days before school started—he brought me a lot of candy. Whether it's limited editions or anything else from his factory, I've already eaten them all. As for you—”

However, this time, his words were cut short again.

Because Harry had already taken out the candy, generously displaying it in front of him.

The candy was very beautiful, crystal clear, and with a faint purple color.

But that wasn't the key. The key was… it didn't seem like Uncle had any of this kind of candy among the ones he gave him.