Della Bush's Love Story

"Thank you for your patronage!" George sent a guest away kindly and tenderly, and when he turned his head and saw Fred came back, he asked angrily, "My dear brother, have a good date? Pity your twin brother until now Didn't even eat lunch - I! Already! Standing here for four hours!!"

Fred pushed him away: "Then you go to eat now."

George took off his staff wizard hat and squeezed through the crowd to eat a sandwich in the warehouse behind. He sat on a box of playing cards, biting a sandwich and thinking about it, then squeezed back.

Fred was silently bagging.

"My dear brother, what did you guys talk about?" George asked curiously as he stood by and pretended not to be too curious.

"Bill and his pen pal and Hermione's fireplace," said Fred deadpan.

George held back his laughter, blushing, and asked in a deep voice, "Uh...other than this?"

"The Daily Prophet."

"Uh... Anything else? Like what delicious lunch did you have?"

"Lunch was spaghetti bolognese and Della said the broccoli was undercooked."

"puff--"

"Look at this!" Della put the newspaper on the table, surrounded by small children running around, and a giant McDonald's clown outside.

They agreed to go to the McDonald's outside Diagon Alley, and since they came in, Ron's eyesight was not enough.

"How long has it been since you read a newspaper?" She took a bite of her Big Mac.

"Not too long," said Hermione, frowning, pulling the paper over. "I didn't read today's one."

Harry: "I haven't watched it in two months, since he started advocating turning people into caged animals with labels and origins."

Ron, with his "I never bother myself" smug: "I never read the newspaper."

His two best friends in life looked at him and shook their heads.

After Hermione quickly read all the reports in the newspaper, Harry tried to take it over to read, but was slapped, so he had to continue to wait for Hermione to read it carefully again.

When Hermione looked it over again and realized that she hadn't missed any information, she looked up. Harry and Ron were already concentrating and waiting for her to make a summary.

Della thought she understood it, but she needed someone to explain it to her so that she could understand it better.Now she just knows that Principal Dumbledore seems to have persuaded the Minister of Magic, and the Ministry of Magic may not engage in any more wizard classification activities.

There should be no sorting activities in this world other than rubbish.

Beauty products are an exception.

"How should I say it?" Hermione looked at the newspaper, and concluded in a tangled way: "Principal Dumbledore has gone to the Ministry of Magic, and the Minister has... changed his attitude, but I think he is shirking responsibility! He said that everything is Umbridge did it! He's innocent!"

Ron: "The pink toad?"

Harry asserted: "He's lying!"

Ministry of Magic.

Office of the Minister.

Fudge sat on the sofa with his head in his arms, and murmured, "They don't believe... Albus! You have to testify for me!" He rushed to Dumbledore, pushed Kingsley away, and said eagerly: "Albus! Old man, you have to testify for me! You come and tell everyone that I am really innocent! I didn't do anything!"

A middle-aged man who stood by the wall with his hands behind his back and was admiring the paintings turned around, his hair and beard were like a lion.

"Connelly, you're shameless," he sneered, "you drove Albus out of Hogwarts, he saved you, brought you back, and now you're begging him to save you again Once, but I forgot to say sorry and... thank you first."

Fudge shouted angrily, "Rufus!"

Dumbledore interjected: "Gentlemen. Minister, please sit down and I'll talk to you later. Rufus, I didn't ask you to come here to talk nonsense!"

Rufus Scrimgeour raised his hand. "I'm sorry. I've been waiting for you to see me some time."

After Dumbledore nodded to Kingsley, he said to him, "Now, come here."