Della Bush's Love Story

Damn Monday.

Harry was discharged from the hospital today, and Hermione and Ron went to pick him up early in the morning.

Della served porridge at the dining table, and Fred sat down refreshed, "Here." He handed her the fried bacon in the distance.

She handed him a clean plate, and she knew it immediately, "Did you finish your homework?"

He gave a brisk whistle and began serving sausages, and the sight of half a dozen sausages piled on his plate, two fried eggs, two knots of corn on the cob, and a heap of French fries gave her stomach ache.

Boys' stomachs are really bottomless.

He also took two glasses, one for milk and one for orange juice.Then sit down and start eating.

And she was already full, so she took out the class schedule from her schoolbag to look at it.

"What's your class this morning?" He turned his head and asked.

"Divination class." She spread her hands.

I don't know who arranged the class schedule, but divination in the first period on Monday morning?All will fall asleep.

But it's a good class.Fred helped her a lot when she chose the class, and under his guidance, she chose divination.Because the homework in this class does not require reading, it only needs to test your imagination.The exam is also very simple, and it belongs to a class that has been passed.

How could she not choose it?

Fred always said that he could do his divination homework even if he slept with his eyes closed.This is not an exaggeration at all, even if your writing is unreasonable and unconstrained, you can get high marks for your homework.On the contrary, if you write reasonably and honestly, you will get a low score instead.

Hermione called the Divination professor an old liar.

...This is really unusually mean to her.I heard that in their first class, Divination professor Trelawney predicted that Harry would die unexpectedly.

Harry was terrified and Hermione was mad.

To comfort Hermione, Della showed her her old Divination homework, and after telling her what Divination was really like, she didn't look so angry.

I don't know if she explained it to Harry, and I hope Harry can feel relieved.

To be honest, Della kind of wanted Trelawney to give her a fortune-telling.Because she remembered that this professor was really a prophet.

Class is about to start, Della packs her schoolbag, gets up and kisses Fred goodbye, "By the way, the plush you gave me is gone, and I can't find it anywhere. How long is it... how long will it last? Will it be?" It would have been..." She was a little worried.

But Hermione said that Crookshanks doesn't eat velvet, "it hates furry things, it makes him cough non-stop."

So she worried about finding a squashed padded body under a shoebox or pile of books.

Fred sighed deeply.

She stood still and looked at him.

He cleared his throat and said to her, "Did I tell you? Puffy fluff reproduces itself?"

Della's eyes widened: "You didn't!" She suddenly felt uncomfortable, "You mean, where is it now... giving birth?"

Fred began to give her science with great interest, "It has two genitals, it will mate itself, and when it thinks the environment is right, it will give birth to young children. So it may be hiding under the bed or in the corner of the cabinet waiting to give birth. Yes Do you know where it gave birth?" "I don't want to know!"

"From the mouth, it vomits the babies out..."

The entire restaurant saw Della hit Fred with a bag full of books.

Fred was lying on the table and coughing on the plate. His brother George acted like he didn't see it. He chatted enthusiastically with Angelina who was sitting next to him. He also told Angelina not to worry: "My brother is very strong. He's like a cow. Hey, did I tell you..."

Della strode out of the dining room just in time to meet Hermione, Harry, and Ron returning from the hospital wing.

"Oh, how are you?" she asked Harry.

Harry twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's okay."

Della nodded, "It doesn't look good."

Hermione looked at Harry worriedly, and said to Della, "Let's talk later."

The divination class was as sleepy as ever.

Della had been talking to Katie, and the two of them didn't listen to what Professor Trelawney was saying above.So when she suddenly appeared at their table, both of them were a little flustered.

Trelawney: "Honey, what's in your teacup?" Katie held up her teacup and stammered, "I saw, I saw... I missed a ball..." She shrugged , "I'm a Quidditch player, you know, and it's serious if I miss a ball when we're playing." Trelawney turned to Della, "How about you, my dear?" Della said deeply Sipping the tea at the bottom of the teacup, he said, "I saw that Fred and I broke up."

There were several sniggering and puffing in the classroom.

Trelawney said to her sympathetically: "Don't be sad, at least you are prepared now."

Della nodded: "Yes, I can beat him up first."

In the evening, when she returned to the lounge, Della took out the homework from the divination class and planned to kill it first, it was very simple.

When she made her hair pink from a misguided spell, Fred was back, still in his Quidditch jersey.Then, the players climbed in through the door opening one by one.

They are all exhausted.

Seeing Fred, Hermione, who was sitting next to her, left with a book in her arms. She sat next to Harry. Harry didn't have a broom yet, so he couldn't go to training. He was very disappointed, and he looked out of place sitting on the sofa. Ron was playing chess with him and beat him to pieces.

Della took only one look and was attracted by a scrape on Fred's face, "Did you fall?" Fred hissed and shook his head, "No, it was too dark, I almost bumped into Wood Together. Then he let us come back." They had been flying in the sky before, even if they couldn't see anything, they continued to train.

For the sake of Wood being so sad after losing the last round, no one complained.

This year is Wood's last year, and the players all hope that he can graduate as he wishes, otherwise Wood would be too pitiful.

He looked at the homework in front of her and said with a smile, "I'll get mine and show it."

It is a little pleasure for them to look at each other's card class homework.

He quickly took a shower, and she had already written until Thursday. She was flipping through "Monsters' Monster Book" to find inspiration. After all, how could so many accidents happen in school?She can only keep encountering various monsters.

The two changed to a loveseat sofa and sat down, and he moved over a small square table to put homework on, and the two of them put their books under their feet.

He put his homework in front of her, put his arms around her and said, "Look, how do I write?" Compared with her inspirations of all kinds of monsters, his inspirations are more imaginative, such as being caught by a car that fell from the sky Muggle car crashed to death, which is very strange.

"When are you taking me in this Muggle car?" she breathed at him.

He, visible to the naked eye, suddenly changed from a human to a beast.Not exaggerating, her breathing became thicker suddenly, her face turned red, her eyes straightened, and she was about to press her down.

She was so scared that she quickly pushed him back!

She looked around hurriedly, as if no one had noticed.

He also sat up straight, deliberately not looking at her side.

She put away her homework and was in no mood to write.

"What's wrong with you lately?" she asked.

This is so weird.They used to eat the same chocolate bar when they played games before, and they never saw him so easily teased.

Fred wiped his face vigorously, as if trying to restore it to its original shape.He took a few deep breaths and took out another piece of parchment from his schoolbag, "Okay, I'll tell you."

She leaned over and saw that this was their latest test schedule.One of the lines was circled with heavy red pen.

She read: "Fantastic...love...potion?!"

She glared at him, "Are you making a love potion?"

Fred raised his hand. "Hey, you'll learn it too. Advanced Potions for sixth year."

"You're in fifth grade," she pointed out.

Fred, "We're...a little bit ahead."

Inspired by her fragrance, Fred and George wanted to create a modified version of Lovelixir, a weaker version that could be used as a little prank.They're tweaking the formula.

"I've been smelling this smell recently, and sometimes I feel like I'm going crazy." He covered his face and looked at her through his fingers.

"Why?" She wondered.

Fred smiled. This smile...is illegal!

Her heart beat violently.

"Your scent is everywhere, I can smell the scent from your hair, clothes, hands, and mouth." He swallowed, and Della sat back involuntarily, and she began to feel that this The sofa is too small.

"I can still feel the touch of your hair, your face is slippery..." He opened one hand, grasping something, "And..." He wrinkled his face, gritted his teeth, and clenched his hands into fists, Looking up at her, he smiled wryly: "That's it. You're driving me crazy."

"It's the potion that's driving you mad," she pointed out.At this moment, she was surprisingly calm - had to calm down, one of them had to stay awake - "You smell too much love potion, I think it messed with your brain. You don't do this lately Now, do something else."

"Yeah, we can do something else." He crumpled up the parchment and stuffed it into his bag.

Della felt that it was too dangerous to sit here again, so she took the book and ran to find Hermione, squeezed into the middle of the Iron Triangle.

"So, what are you talking about?" she asked cheerily.

Ron muttered something like "None of your business".But he dared not say it out loud.

Hermione said, "Oh..." She looked at Ron and Harry, Ron didn't look up, but Harry nodded in agreement, and she said to Della, "It's Hagrid."

"Hagrid?" Della couldn't remember which house this classmate belonged to.

Hermione: "Professor Hagrid."

"Oh." Della remembered! "What's up with him?"

Hermione: "He had a hippogriff that hurt Malfoy, and they might have to kill it. We're helping him prepare for the hearing and trying to save that poor magical animal."

Della nodded blankly, "Of course, this is a good thing. So, do you need my help?"

"Uh..." Hermione looked at the books in her hand, and pushed her two: "Here are all the cases about hippogriffs over the years, we are looking for help, maybe you can help .”

- to read!

Della could only bite the bullet and go on, "Okay, I'll read them."

Harry and Ron had them too, two each.Hermione had the most in front of her.Della had just realized that she had at least twenty books in front of her. "How can you read so many?" Hermione shrugged. "I have enough time." She opened another book.

Della muttered, "If you have a boyfriend like Fred, you don't have time."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, both giggling, but they dared not let Hermione see.

Hermione rolled her eyes at her with feigned anger.

Della grimaced apologetically, opened the book resignedly, and saw that on the opposite sofa, George was chatting with Angelina. They talked together every day these days.

George must have made a lot of love potions too...

Oh……