Della Bush's Love Story

After the wedding, Fred will go to work.Della is on vacation, which makes her every day very leisurely, and she has a lot of time to visit and play with friends.

Boyfriend is too busy, she will pass the time by herself.What a thoughtful girlfriend she is!

"I can't make up my mind," she said to Hermione. "I mean, I haven't learned enough. The magic there is different from Hogwarts. I saw a lot of strange spells there."

Are you going to Ifrmani next year?This is a problem.

Hermione was mesmerized!

"Oh! I read from your letter that they study a lot of magic from other countries, don't they?" Hermione said. "I think it's because America is an immigrant country."

Della nodded: "Yes, there are many wizards from other countries. Ilphmoni will study German spells, British spells, French spells, Egyptian spells...they have many spells from the traditions of these countries. A new spell that has evolved!"

She demonstrated a few right away.

For example, clear water is like a spring, and the spell learned at Hogwarts is that a stream of clear water will emerge from the head of the wand.

She knocked on the cup in front of her and read: "Clear water is like a spring!"

Hermione listened carefully: "The spell is different..."

Della nodded and said, "The adjectives are different."

At this time, the empty cup began to gurgle water upwards, like a small spring at the bottom of the cup, and the water level gradually increased.

Hermione sighed: "It's really enviable!"

Ron was more interested in Indian witchcraft.

"They still study witchcraft?" he asked. "How do they use it?"

Della: "Witchcraft has many manifestations, the most typical one is..." She took out a small bag of dry leaves from her bag, and set them alight on the ground in front of them.

Faint smoke rose.

Hermione covered her nose: "Oh, this smell..."

Della sighed, "Yes, it's not very good." She explained, "The wizards of the tribe use this smoke for divination, foretelling the future, healing diseases and cursing enemies."

Ron asked curiously, "How much have you learned?"

Della rolled her eyes and sighed, "I would say that divination and prophecy with smoke is like crystal balls and tea stains. I always find it unbelievable. And I think it's very suggestive."

Hermione nodded: "This smoke... yes, I believe it can be believed." Seeing that Ron was going to smell it, she immediately pulled him back: "Don't go there!"

Harry stared at Della: "Is this... marijuana?"

Della nodded, "They don't just use this. There are also certain hallucinogenic mushrooms and mushrooms."

Hermione was very interested in everything about Ifrmone, if she hadn't received a letter from Cambridge, she would really want to go to America!

Because Della said: "Actually, Ifrmani doesn't reject international students. They are very willing to accept excellent people. I remember that you got all A in the advanced wizard level exam? I think you have a high probability of passing."

It really made Hermione want Ifrmone even more.

Della would apparate to Fred's Magical Joke Shop to dine with him during meals, and then leave when he left for work.

Fred was starting to get more and more dissatisfied!

He said to George, "Maybe we need to hire more clerks!"

George ruthlessly dismissed his thoughts: "Don't dream! Even if you don't have to visit the store, you have to make products! Have you forgotten that many of our products are exclusive formulas? This can only be done by the two of us!"

He comforted Fred: "Relax, now Della has her own things to do, and she won't be mad at you for missing appointments, isn't that good?" Fred said painfully: "...But I want to meet her! I want to date!"

George patted him sympathetically, wanting to make him happy: "You guys eat together every day, don't you? Tell me, what did you talk about today?"

"...Indian witchcraft."

George cleared his throat, "So...how about yesterday?"

"...does the smoke in Indian witchcraft work the same for Muggles and wizards?"

George suppressed his laugh: "The day before yesterday."

"...Divination and prophecy are based on who can weave it well. Crystal balls are as unreliable as smoke."

George: "I'm sorry, bro."

He laughed wildly for 10 minutes.