Della Bush's Love Story

Della felt that she should do something.

After she came out of the medical wing, she went directly to the principal's office. She walked with her head sullen, trying to remember.

But all the memories were intertwined—some of which she wasn't even sure had happened this year.

So she was always worried about talking too much.It's not like she's turned into a "prophet".

She just wants to be an ordinary person.Ordinary.

That's enough.

Moreover, she is not sure whether her memory is all right now.Because she also watched a lot of doujinshi at that time...

So there are some things that she doesn't think are right—after all, there are real people in front of her now—she won't say them.

For now, she could only be sure that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors had problems.

...Although that post does not say so in memory.The original words were not this, but she remembered this.

She deduced over and over in her mind what she would say when she saw the principal, which made her a little unable to react when the door opened in front of her.

"Della, come in quickly." Principal Dumbledore lost his usual smile, but he was still kind. He sat behind the desk, a little tired, "You just came from the medical wing, right? How are you doing?"

Della blurted out, "People are mad. They don't want a professor like that. Neither do I."

But after she finished speaking, Headmaster Dumbledore was a little depressed, and she felt guilty again.

"Sit down," said Dumbledore, sighing. "I hope you all remain calm. We're going to be very busy this year."

Mr. Principal looks tired...

Della felt even more guilty.Although it has nothing to do with her, she will always feel guilty for the tiredness on the adult face.It used to be her parents, relatives and friends, doctors and nurses who took care of her.

She always felt it was her duty not to cause trouble for everyone.It would be bad if everyone worked harder because of her.

She always tries to do more, take care of herself, and do whatever she can.

She said quickly, "Mr. Principal, I have something to tell you."

"Say." Dumbledore cheered up and looked at Della.

"I think... I think the professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts always have problems." Della took a deep breath, "Maybe it's just me... I think too much, but I think they all have problems." she said emphatically.

She didn't dare look in Headmaster Dumbledore's face because it was completely baseless to her.She spoke quickly, for fear of being interrupted and stopped, but Principal Dumbledore did not stop her, and he heard the end quietly.Although he didn't seem to believe her words very much, at least he had listened to it.

She starts listing.

"From the first year, I mean Harry's first year. The first was Professor Quirrell, who was actually possessed by the Dark Lord; the second was Professor Lockhart, who, I heard from Fred, was a A complete liar, now he's at St. Mungo's, where I hear he's going to live forever; third year, Professor Lupine, and I'll say I like him a lot." Della reiterated this, so as not to be misunderstood that she was deliberately To say bad things about Professor Lupine, "but he also has a deep bond with Harry. Then there is now Professor Moody, who is also very, very attentive to Harry." She said, "I don't know who it is next year , maybe we'll have a new professor again, and he'll still have a deep bond with Harry or someone close to Harry."

Dumbledore clasped his hands together, propped his chin, and looked at the ceiling. The ceiling depicting the horoscope was slowly changing along with the sky.

Della's words brought him new thoughts.

"Thank you very much, Della." Dumbledore stood up, and Della stood up immediately. She knew it was time to leave. She didn't know how useful what she said, but after thinking it over and over, she sorted it out. the most authentic content.The most authentic thing that had been sorted out of her totally unreliable memory, stripped of everything that didn't make sense or fit.

She hopes it works.

Della leaves.

After the door closed, Alastor Moody came out through the small door on the other side.

Dumbledore ignored him.

Moody: "This girl is very good, very sharp, she is suitable to be an Auror, I know one..."

"Alastor," interrupted Dumbledore, "do you remember what you promised me?" Without waiting for Moody's answer, he said, "Calm, restraint. But I guess you forgot."

Moody was silent, but then he justified: "Potter needs training..." Before he finished speaking, Dumbledore interrupted him by hitting the table with a loud noise.

"Harry has me," said Dumbledore firmly, his eyes full of pressure, and he looked at Moody until he ducked his head, avoiding his gaze.

"I told you I needed you to keep an eye on the people around Harry, to notice any unusual movements around him," he said. "We agreed, didn't we?" he demanded.

Under such pressure, Moody couldn't help but feel for the magic wand on his sleeve.But he restrained himself.

Dumbledore had his wand in his hand as he glanced out of the corner of his eye.The old thing, the old guy, the old friend...he didn't want to taste the power of his wand.

Even the Dark Lord was afraid of him.

Moody had never doubted Dumbledore's power, even though he seemed to be over a hundred years old.

"Yes," Moody said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he added.

Just now, under the attack of Professor McGonagall and Snape, he didn't say a word of apology.

But he knew he couldn't fool around with Dumbledore.

Dumbledore: "We've got a lot going on this year. The Ministry of Magic can't believe it anymore, you know what happened at the Quidditch World Cup, and the Minister insists on holding the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts. I'm sure someone pushed him behind his back to make this decision."

Moody spat: "That fellow Fudge..."

Dumbledore nodded, and followed his words: "Fudge is an idiot, everyone knows that. So everyone tries to use him, and they always succeed."

"You are my old friend, and I trust you very much. Even if everyone doesn't trust you now, I will always trust you." Dumbledore said, "I entrust you with the important task of protecting Harry. Use your experience , your gaze, help me protect him. In the coming year."

Moody gradually calmed down in his words.Yes, that's what he came here for.

"I was wrong," he said sincerely.

Dumbledore nodded, "I hope you really realize what is most important. Don't bother with Slytherin again. Don't let me hear about you being complained by students or professors. Can it be done? I can Trust you again?" He stood up and faced Moody: "If you can't, please tell me now."

Moody said firmly, "Of course I can! I can't leave now! You can't drive me away!"

Dumbledore came out from behind the table and firmly shook Moody's hand, "Old man, then don't betray my trust!"

Moody nodded solemnly.

Before he left, he suddenly remembered the Gryffindor who ran in just now.

"That girl, I remember . . . she's the Bush kid. She's a lot sharper than his dad," Moody said. "That's a funny thing she said. Do you believe her?"

Dumbledore nodded: "This is indeed a direction I haven't thought about. Since Harry entered school, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts has always had too much contact with him. Whether it is indirect or direct. From this perspective, I really have to be more cautious in choosing professors for the next three years.”

He looks at Moody.

Moody was a little offended and said, "Do you think I'm going to reveal your secret?" Dumbledore nodded apologetically, and before he left, told him: "Don't go to Della."

Moody really hesitated this time, "I think she feels good, maybe she can be a good Auror."

Dumbledore looked at him, but said nothing.

Moody shrugged in disappointment, "Well, I'll listen to you."

Hermione lived in the medical wing for two days. She was injured by a spell. To avoid accidents, even if the injury was cured, she could only observe in the medical wing.

Harry, who was not injured at all, said he was knocked out for a while when he was hit, but was not injured.

The other students were cured quickly and were discharged from the hospital one after another.After they were discharged from the hospital, there was more discussion at school about this incident.Everyone's hostility to Professor Moody has also deepened.

As a result, Fred's confidence in skipping sugar has also increased.

"With a few more professors like Moody, we'll never have to worry about selling our sugar," he said to Della.

Della shook her head: "Don't be joking. For a person like him, if someone finds out that someone is using skipping candy, it might be more dangerous."

George was sitting next to them, and each of them had a bowl of mummified foxes in their hands, which they caught and prepared by themselves.It is said that this thing is a very important ingredient in their invention.

Della was going to never touch it once she found out where it was being used.

George said, "I think he's a lot more honest now."

Professor Moody did feel better this week.Of course, he was still just as "violent" in class.But he no longer demonstrated spells to the students, but used the puppet used in Auror practice, which can dodge, and used it to demonstrate spells. Every time the puppet would scream, bleed, vomit, and beg for mercy very vividly.

It takes a lot of nerves to take his class.

Della couldn't take it anymore, and every class she stared at the clothes of the students in the front row, desperately refusing to look at the podium.She also prepared earplugs, not wanting to hear the puppet's screams.

Even if you know it's a fake, it's unbearable.

But his "violence" also attracted some people.

Besides the students who were really drawn to his violence, there were others.

Like Hermione.She hated Professor Moody very, very much.But she was so clever that she learned every spell Moody taught, no matter how evil.

Even if she wanted to vomit, she could cast spells completely and correctly, and she could also write perfect homework.

Another professor Moody's believer, very unexpected.

It's Neville.

Neville had never had such a passion for learning outbursts.And he's so... stupid.So he spent more energy to study.

Hermione often gave him guidance.

"Everyone has their own story," she said to Della, seeming very emotional.

She wanted Harry to study too.After all, the future he has to face is more cruel than anyone else.

Harry was persuaded by her to learn the spells from her too.

Della, also studying.

The first time she managed to blast an apple into a mashed apple with the Burst Charm, she was so startled that she almost lost her grip on her wand.

Fred said, "Haney, you don't have to learn that. I'll protect you like a knight protects a princess."

Della: "The knight, the princess can also hold the sword and go to the battlefield with the knight."

protect her knight.