Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

But this kind of memory didn't last too long... because soon, they passed through the dense raindrops and entered Hogwarts.

The motorcycle dove vertically from mid-air, then landed steadily on the ground.

"Ugh..."

Hagrid braced the motorcycle with his foot, but didn't get off immediately.

He took off his goggles, shook his damp hair, and then turned to look at Charlie behind him.

Seeing that the other party was still calm, not to mention his clothes, even his hairstyle wasn't messy at all, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and casually asked with some surprise,

"What is that, Freshness Charm?"

"Something like that..." Charlie nodded, not hiding it from Hagrid, and replied simply,

"It's a spell I came up with myself before... it's similar to a combination of the Freshness Charm and the Shield Charm, it doesn't have any defensive effect, but it can add a simple layer of magic around the body to avoid getting dirty."

"Sounds practical."

Hagrid skillfully kicked down the motorcycle's stand and then praised without concealment,

"What's it called?" Hagrid thought for a moment, then asked,

"I call it Dust Repelling..."

After the motorcycle stopped, Charlie raised his leg, stepped down from it, and continued talking to Hagrid.

"What, are you interested?"

Hagrid also got off the motorcycle, and while leading Charlie towards the Great Hall, he nodded honestly and began to explain,

"I recently got some, uh..."

"...little things!" he continued,

"A bunch of lovely little things, but they're just too annoying. Sometimes they spit a kind of green goo at you... you know, that stuff is very hard to clean, I have to be careful, careful, and careful every time I change the hay in their nests. Because if you accidentally get it on you, that piece of clothing can never be washed clean again."

Speaking of this, Hagrid, who was leading Charlie in front, couldn't help but slow down and looked at Charlie beside him, his eyes full of expectation,

"Do you think that Dust Repelling Charm could help me?"

"It shouldn't be a problem..." Listening to Hagrid's words, Charlie couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He smiled, but couldn't help but wonder what exactly that "little cutie" Hagrid was talking about was.

"This spell isn't very difficult... it's even simpler than the Shield Charm. Just find me a piece of paper later, and I can write it down for you."

Hearing Charlie's words, Hagrid couldn't help but open his mouth, as if wanting to tell him... that the Shield Charm wasn't a very simple spell either.

But before he could say more, at a corner not far away, a familiar female voice, mixed with a bit of joy, suddenly entered their ears.

"Is that you, Charlie?"

The two looked in the direction of the sound, and saw Professor McGonagall walking slowly from not far away.

"Professor McGonagall!"

A look of surprise appeared on Charlie's face, and looking at McGonagall walking over, he hurriedly rushed forward a few steps, reaching her first.

"Look at you, my best student ever..."

Professor McGonagall looked at the student in front of her who was already in his thirties, and for a moment, a bit of pity couldn't help but appear on her usually serious face. The corners of her mouth raised a bit of a smile of appreciation for the younger generation... she reached out her hand and gently patted his shoulder, just like she had done more than a decade ago.

"How's your Transfiguration?" Professor McGonagall continued to ask, "I hope that after so many years, you haven't neglected practicing it because of something else."

Listening to Professor McGonagall's voice, and recalling her earnest teachings during his student days, his heart couldn't help but warm, and he said,

"Don't worry, Professor. I have never forgotten your teachings... I have even remembered every word you told me in my notebook."

Speaking of the notebook, Charlie's eyes lit up, and thinking of something, a smile couldn't help but rise on the corner of his mouth.

"Professor... this year's freshmen might have a child who can surprise you."

"Surprise... me?" McGonagall raised her eyebrows, seemingly surprised by Charlie's words. Looking at Charlie's affirmative face in front of her, a hint of curiosity couldn't help but rise in her heart.

So, following Charlie's words, she continued to ask,

"Who is he?"

"My nephew!" Charlie happily raised his head slightly, like a parent showing off their excellent child, his originally upright chest was now even more confident. "Draco Malfoy."

Hearing this name, McGonagall couldn't help but frown slightly.

"From the Malfoy family?"

"Trust me, Professor." Seeming to have anticipated McGonagall's reaction when she heard this name, Charlie nodded seriously.

"He is a different Malfoy... a Malfoy who still has infinite possibilities and hasn't been completely shaped..."

"Alright..."

Listening to Charlie's words, McGonagall still had doubts in her heart, but she chose to believe him for the time being. She nodded and continued,

"But you know, I never give students special treatment."

"Of course!" Charlie quickly nodded and continued,

"No special treatment is needed!" Saying that, Charlie deliberately emphasized the word "treatment".

"Because he is very talented, so I think that if he learns the most basic courses like other young wizards, I'm afraid it will be of no help to him..."

Hearing this, McGonagall suddenly felt interested, and so she continued to ask,

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"Give him more homework - assign him more difficult tasks, and let him experience the feeling I had when I took my NEWTs (Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests) as much as possible!"

"You..."

McGonagall's expression finally couldn't hold back, she looked at Charlie suspiciously and couldn't help but ask, "Charlie, tell me honestly, do you have something unpleasant with the Malfoy family?"

Charlie shook his head and was about to explain something to Professor McGonagall when suddenly, Hagrid, who had been perfectly ignored by the two like an air background board, finally couldn't help but interrupt their conversation.

"Ahem..." He coughed briefly twice, first looked at Charlie, and then turned his gaze to McGonagall,

"No offense to interrupt your conversation, Professor McGonagall... but the time for the Opening Feast is almost up..."

Saying that, he tentatively pointed in the direction of the Hogwarts Great Hall and asked softly,

"Should we... go over first?"