Della Bush's Love Story

Dumbledore opened the flagon and took a sip of the steaming bean soup.

He sat on a tree stump, surrounded by forests that shaded the sky and sun.Strangely, all the trees around him withered.

But he saw that there were already fresh shoots on the trunk.

These thousand-year-old Nans have strong vitality, and they will recover.

A footstep approached, it was Sirius Black.

He shrugged his nose, sniffing around.

There was another figure behind him, and the footsteps of this figure were too soft to be heard.

"You can't change your dog's habits, can you?" said Remus Lupine.

Sirius bared his teeth at his good friend and let out a groan.

Dumbledore on the stump smiled and said, "Perhaps you could turn into a dog and hunt a rabbit."

Sirius touched his head in embarrassment, and said, "Professor, we have already checked. There are only traces of black magic around here."

Seeing the withered trees in front of him, Lupine still sighed, "It once tried its magic here..."

Dumbledore said with a smile: "Voldemort is a man who only believes in himself. He was very weak at the time, so even his cronies couldn't believe it. He stayed away from the crowd and didn't dare to be discovered by anyone. The only place, he can feel at ease."

He stood up, walked to the ancient tree in front of him, stroked the withered black and white, lifeless trunk, and there was a small branch next to his finger, with a green smell emerging from it.

"The power of black magic is gradually disappearing. After a hundred years, these trees will come back to life."

"Just like he left wizards," said Dumbledore firmly.

"There is nothing we need to worry about here." Dumbledore gave an order, and the three wizards instantly Apparated.

It is raining continuously in the UK in late autumn.

Hogwarts Castle is already burning in the fireplace.

Snape was reading when he suddenly heard a voice in the fireplace!He immediately hid himself, wand in hand, and did not come out until everyone in the fireplace was out.

Dumbledore, Sirius, and Lupine were still clammy, and their boots were soaked.

Dumbledore spotted Snape first: "We're back."

Snape held up his wand, "Welcome."

Sirius saw him pull out his wand reflexively, and Lupine gave him a push: "Put it away, Sirius." He said kindly to Snape, "Nice to meet you, Severer Si, can I have a cup of hot tea? We're freezing."

Snape sneered, "Of course, I am very happy to have afternoon tea with Mrs. Yin and Mrs. Wan, would you like to try the cookies I made myself?"

"You..." Sirius was about to pull out his wand again, but was held firmly by Lupine.

Dumbledore had already put down his luggage and took off his coat, "Sirius, Remus, you can go back first."

Lupine grabbed Sirius and said, "Okay, Professor, please come back to us if you need anything. Goodbye, Severus, and you too." Then he dragged Sirius into the fireplace again.

The flames rose and fell, and the hearth became warm again.

Snape put away his wand and asked Dumbledore, "So, have you found it?"

Dumbledore nodded: "I found it, but he left nothing behind."

Snape asked nervously, "Is this good news or bad news?"

Dumbledore: "Good news, I guess, he's completely gone. I've spent a year and haven't found anything. I don't think there's anything in this world that I haven't found yet."

Snape breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the chair.

Dumbledore came over, grabbed his arm, rolled up his sleeves, but there was nothing on his pale, strong forearm.

"The mark didn't reappear?" asked Dumbledore.

Snape shook his head: "It hasn't appeared since it disappeared."

After the hot tea was served, Dumbledore also sat down, and he slowly told Snape where he had been.

"He hid in those places, but he left nothing evil behind," said Dumbledore. "I guess his strength wasn't strong enough for him to cut himself open again." He paused, then said, "We found That's all, and we've wiped out all his evil counterparts. We did get rid of him."

Snape held the hot tea, still worried: "Can we rest assured?"

Dumbledore shook his head, "I think so."

"Can't we ask him to prophesy again?" Snape asked.

Dumbledore: "Before I left this time, I went to him and asked about the rest of the prophecy. That's all he told me."

Snape laughed unwillingly: "Yes! Yes! About who gave birth! I can't wait to find out!"

Dumbledore looked at him sternly. "Don't complain. And wouldn't it be nice to know? Children will grow up and new children will come to Hogwarts."

Snape muttered "Weasley, Potter", clearly disapproving.

They analyzed all the clues, repeated verification and scrutiny, and the results they got were all pleasing.

Dumbledore didn't get up to leave until the sky turned white.

"Where do you live now? How can I find you?" Snape asked, standing up. "You can stay here!"

Dumbledore shook his head: "Now you are the headmaster. And I've been here too long. I'm not complaining, but I want to see my old friend." He smiled and opened his arms to Snape, Hugged him, "My child, my loyal friend, we will see you again soon." He let him go and said with a wink, "Maybe at the next wedding."

Snape raised his eyebrows: "I don't think Potter or Weasley will send me an invitation to get married."

It turned out that just before Christmas, a wedding invitation was delivered to him by an owl.

Snape opened the invitation and beeped obnoxiously at the table.

"You look like a child." Professor McGonagall sat beside him eating the stew. She put down her spoon and looked over. "Oh, the wedding invitation, who is it?" Snape pushed the invitation over.

Professor McGonagall took it, and then laughed: "It's Della and Fred." She handed the invitation to the other professors.

Professor Sprout said with a smile: "Oh, this young couple! They are finally getting married!"

Professor Frivy puffed out his small chest and said, "Della invited me too! Severus! We can go together then!"

Snape sneered, "Who's getting married at Christmas?"

Everyone is looking at him.

Snape: "...well, I'll go. Send my blessing as a professor."

Professor McGonagall returned the invitation to him: "This is the first time you have received such an invitation as the principal, and you should be proud of it!" Her expression seemed to say that it would not be good enough if he was not proud.

Della returned to Bush's house in order to discuss the wedding.

Dick and Hannah were still at Hogwarts, and she felt that the Bush house seemed a lot more empty.

"Why do you want to have your wedding on Christmas?" Lucy's mother asked curiously, "Of course, I mean any time."

On Della's lap lay the wedding dress that Lucy wore when she got married. This wedding dress has been passed down for several generations, and the white lace has turned yellow.But it's still pretty.

"I want to wear a wedding dress when it snows." The wizard can make the snow warm, and she wants a wedding full of magic.

Moreover, she has attended three weddings held in summer, and she always felt that they were less interesting.

Just last week, she found the ring in Fred's drawer, and she said yes to his proposal.

Fred still thought it was a dream.

He kept saying, "There are no flowers, no family members, and I didn't kneel down, so you agreed?!"

Della wondered how hard he thought she would be to him!

She just thinks that getting married is actually not so unbelievable.

But everyone thought it was strange that she would accept the proposal!

She said to Hermione: "We have lived together for half a year. I thought we would have a lot of conflicts, and I was prepared." After all, they have never lived together, and people will expose themselves when they live together The downside, it won't always be as perfect as it was on a date.You may not remember to brush your teeth in the morning, you may not remember to change your clothes, you may not remember to brush your cup, and so on.

"But we haven't had any conflicts! Can you believe it? We haven't had a fight!" Della couldn't believe it was true.

Hermione said in surprise, "You used to fight a lot, but you haven't fought since you lived together?"

Della nodded: "Yes! I love him more and more, and I think... I can be with him for the rest of my life."

Fred didn't believe in his own luck either.He told George: "I was holding the laundry basket and she was looking for a sock that I had dropped... Then she saw the ring, it was in my drawer."

George interrupted: "You put your socks in the drawer again? Della isn't angry?"

Fred: "Yes. Why is she angry? Listen!"

George threw up his hands in surrender.

Fred continued to sink into the memory (sweet dream?): "I said it was for her, and she could take it if she wanted."

George: "And then she said she would? Still holding your stinky sock in one hand?" Fred: "Not my socks! Yes, she said yes! Can you believe it? She said yes I haven't sent her any flowers yet! She actually agreed!"

George: "Listen, I think..."

At this time, a clerk came in and said angrily: "Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley!! You said you were going to come in and move the goods!! Do you know how many customers are outside now?! We are going to be busy!!"

The cramped warehouse was full of crates, on which George and Fred sat with one foot on a box of crackling cards.

The two of them stood up quickly.

George picked up a box: "Okay, Miriam, let's go out right away."

Fred picked up one too: "Get out now."

The two quickly passed the busy and angry clerk, walked out of the warehouse, and outside was the sound of people and a crowded joke shop.

Fred whispered, "Look, brother, I'm afraid I'll have to take time off for the wedding day..."

George also whispered: "If I want to attend your wedding, then I need to ask for leave."

The two looked at each other.

There were already four shop assistants standing in front of the cash register, all of them were so tired that they could barely speak.

The other clerks in the store also looked exhausted.

An angry Miriam came out of the warehouse carrying two boxes, glared at them fiercely, and went to load the goods.He is fast, makes few mistakes, and is always patient and well-liked with his guests.

George: "Maybe..."

Fred: "We can..."

The two said in unison: "Is there a branch manager?"

The two stared at Miriam, tall, strong, young, responsible, a fine Gryffindor.

"The right candidate."