Della Bush's Love Story

It was a Quidditch game on Saturday, but from breakfast in the morning, the ceiling was a storm.

The outside is not much better than the restaurant.

Della felt that the weather should stop the game.But Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, went back and forth to see if it was still raining.

"We have been training for a long time! We will definitely win this time!" he said.

He wasn't the only fanatic on the entire Quidditch team.Even Fred thought a little rain was perfectly fine, and so did Harry.

Katie shrugged and put on a hat: "This is Quidditch."

Neither she nor Angelina flinched.

"They're crazy." Della said to Hermione, suddenly smelling the fragrance on her scarf, strange, after using this perfume on someone else, she couldn't smell Fred's sweater anymore, now it smells like parchment And the smell of the book is also very good.Tell her it smells like Hermione.

"It smells so good," she said.

Hermione blushed a bit, and nodded: "I also think it smells good. You know, I used to be interested in these..." She waved her hand, "I'm not interested, and now I admit that they are still useful." She smelled After smelling her scarf, she smiled and said, "It makes me feel good."

Luckily, he and Ron could sit next to Hermione now, but Ron still refused to sit next to Hermione, so Harry had to sit between the two friends.

He sniffed Hermione: "It smells good."

Hermione blushed even more, but she remained calm.

Della said, "What smell do you smell?" Harry was at a loss, "Parchment and books, and dragon's blood ink... the desk, the smell of the library."

Della said: "That's what I smelled too. This magic perfume seems to show its own fragrance on the human body."

Fred had already finished eating, and when he got up, he heard this sentence, lowered his head and sniffed Della's head: "Really? Then you smell like..." His face flushed, "It smells good."

Della looked at him strangely, and smelled it on herself. She smelled like ordinary oranges and flowers.Sweet and sour.

Looking at Fred, she wondered what he smelled.

She asked Hermione to smell, "What do you smell?"

Hermione sniffed it and said, "It smells like orange candy, sweet and sour, I almost drool when I smell it."

Obviously normal.

She chased Fred and asked him to tell him what he smelled. After all, it was magic perfume. Could it be that he smelled... a bad smell?

From his expression, she inevitably had other associations.

She chased him all the way to the outside of the castle. He looked at the people around him, pulled her into a corner and said, "It's the smell of orange candy, the smell I tasted when I kissed you."

Della blushed instantly.

Fred thought the perfume was a good idea, and said he wanted to buy a bottle too. He wondered what it could smell, and he asked curiously if it smelled like orange candy when she bought it?She blushed and shook her head, "No, I asked about your taste when I bought it."

Fred was suddenly curious, and he chased after her and asked what his smell was.

But she just refused to tell him, and kept asking when he joined his teammates.

Della climbed up into the stands, and the seats were all wet, and she stood in front of the railing.Surrounded by Gryffindors, across from Hufflepuff.

Hermione appeared out of nowhere: "You can worry about it later."

Della was taken aback: "When did you follow?" When she followed Fred out of the dining room, Hermione was still eating breakfast, her books were still spread out on the dining table, and her things were not cleared away.But now she has climbed up. "I thought you would be a little later." Hermione was not very interested in the competition, she thought she would wait until halfway through, when it was the most exciting time.

Hermione's hands were empty, and she seemed to have gone back to the dormitory to put down her schoolbag—has she grown scud?

Hermione shook her head and stuffed a small flag into her hand: "Here, take this and cheer." She made a lot and distributed it to the surrounding Gryffindors.The Hufflepuffs on the opposite side were very annoyed when they found out. After chattering for a while, they all took off their scarves and started waving.

When Della saw the players coming in and flying over one by one, she forgot about everything and started yelling for cheer.

When Fred flew over, he flew to her side and blew kisses on her purposely, and then flew to the position under Wood's stare.

Game start.

Della had no interest in Quidditch. She just watched Fred, cheering every shot he made, screaming at every dangerous turn, applauding every successful hit.

Then George flew to her side and said, "You know, I did the successful kill just now."

He noticed that Della seemed concerned that she couldn't tell the twins apart.But neither their parents nor brothers could tell them apart, so it was funny how Della minded.

Sure enough, Della's face changed drastically. George was about to laugh when a Quaffle hit by his brother flew towards him. He turned around and knocked the ball away. Della suddenly stared at his hand.

George looked back, and she said, "You don't hold the stick the way Fred does."

George: "Huh?" Della laughed. "It wasn't you, it was Fred. I was right."

George laughed and flew away.Hermione asked Della, "Can you tell them apart now?" Della nodded.She couldn't tell the difference before, but she didn't know when she could tell the difference.Could it be that they've grown closer this term?They had seldom had so many hugs and kisses before, and Fred didn't like to put his arms around her, to be next to her, to touch her hair as much as he was now--he loved her more than ever, and it showed in whenever he , as long as you are in the same space with her, you must put one hand on her before you give up.

Della: "They smell different." It's amazing, but she really thinks she can tell George from Fred by their nose now.

Hermione chuckled, "Sounds like you're a dog."

Della smirked along with her.

The rain started to get heavier, and everyone was hiding under umbrellas. It was too difficult to watch the game in the storm, but it was obviously even more difficult for the players.They couldn't even open their eyes against the wind and rain.

Hermione became more and more anxious. She said, "I'll go down for a while." Without waiting for Della's answer, she pushed through the crowd and got off the stands.

The Gryffindor team called a timeout, and Della saw Hermione say a few words to Harry, take a look through his glasses, and do something with his wand, and the game started again.

When she squeezed back, she was soaked through.

Della said, "You're going to catch a cold."

Hermione couldn't wait to look at the arena, "It's okay."

But the rain got heavier and, to be honest, the players got blown around in the storm, and the game got a lot tougher, but the enthusiasm of the crowd just kept getting higher.

Della thinks that both Gryffindor and Hufflepuff players are very brave and worthy of admiration.Most of the people around thought the same thing as her, and everyone began to watch the game engrossed.

For the first time, Della found that Angelina's movements were as powerful as a man's, and Katie was so flexible that people couldn't see her movements clearly.

And Harry, he was like a swift, dexterously shuttled through the rain.He flies really well, very fast, not only with less movement, but he is visibly more agile than a Hufflepuff Seeker, and he can handle the broom better, and his broom seems to know him in his hands. With the same mind, whether to go up or down, left or right, backward or forward, fast or slow, all of them leave the Hufflepuff Seeker behind.

To put it bluntly, the Hufflepuff Seekers can only eat ashes after his ass.

When Wood saves the ball, he is absolutely desperate, and he is very cunning. He will deliberately show his flaws to let Hufflepuff shoot, and then suddenly jump out to hit the ball back. The proof is all within his grasp.Hufflepuff has only scored five goals so far, but they have attacked at least 30 times.A lot of times their angles weren't very good, even Della could see it, but Wood showed the opening, baited them to shoot, and then they did shoot, and then they were blocked.

In this way, Hufflepuff will not dare to shoot, they are afraid that it will be a trap again.They became cautious and even missed some good opportunities.

And finally there's Fred and George, they're almost like ghosts, she means, the hand they play most often is alternating, so the opponents on the opposite side are often played by them, and they run away when they see them swing, But the other usually just waits for them to run and hits them.

Fred said that he said that when a person is standing still, he doesn't know which direction he will run, and it is difficult to change direction when he is running, so they almost always hit with such attacks, and rarely miss.

"Unless they dropped their broomsticks," he said with a smirk.

In fact, they often knock people off the broom too.

Just now, before her very eyes, Fred and George had played it again.

Della kept her eyes on Fred, and when the brothers joined together to high-five after winning, she applauded them from the stands.

Hermione said anxiously: "I can't see Harry anymore!"

Della saw her looking up at the sky. It was indeed difficult to see a thin figure riding a broom amidst the heavy clouds.

Many people in the stands noticed that the Seeker was gone, and they all looked up to the sky, hoping to see him.

People started to get anxious.

Fred and they started flying up to him.

Then Della shivered.For some reason, I suddenly remembered the situation when she was lying on the hospital bed.

Cute animals and Hello Kitty are painted on the pink walls. She is curled up on a somewhat large hospital bed, with various chocolates, potato chips, and cookies beside her pillow.

She had to control her diet before, and she couldn't eat many things.Later she could eat, so my mother bought a lot for her.Later, my father said that my mother was giving birth to a baby, and after giving birth to a baby, she could be saved.

She said she didn't want the baby to save her, she wanted the baby to help her accompany her mother and father.

"Harry!" Hermione's shrill scream rang in her ears.

Della raised her head blankly, everything around her felt strange.

The crowd began to flock to one place.

She streamed down the stands, pushed through the crowd, and ran to the castle.

—For now, just for now, she wants to be alone for a while.