Della Bush's Love Story

"Oh, they're coming!"

"My school uniform is old! I should have made a new school uniform if I knew it!"

"Look at my hair, is it all right?"

Today's Hogwarts is particularly lively.There were still two hours before dinner, and everyone was assembled in front of the castle courtyard, waiting for their guests.

Ron asked Harry quietly: "Did you notice that girls are very strange."

Harry nodded, looked for Hermione among the girls, and followed him to see her, standing with Della, both of whom had their hair braided, looking very pretty.

Hermione kept touching her braid, it was on the right side, because Della said that her left side of the face was more beautiful and delicate, so she wanted to show the left side of her face.

Before today, she never thought that combing her hair was such a troublesome thing.

It actually has something to do with which side of her face looks good.

However, she did read from the book that everyone's two sides of the face are not completely symmetrical, so it is normal for the left side and the right side to look different.After looking in the mirror all morning, she also began to feel that her face looked better from the left side, with a more refined and straight nose, and a better curve of her lips and chin.

And her messy hair looks really good when it's braided because the braids will be so full.

She looked at Della again, "Why did you put your hair up?"

Della whispered, "Because I have a pretty neck, don't you think?" Her neck was the next thing on her body after her legs that she was so proud of.

But usually she doesn't always wear her hair up - it's too troublesome.

The boys may not notice it, but the girls in Hogwarts are all on guard.They made a lot of preparations to avoid being compared by foreign girls.

Professor McGonagall - she was a woman too - she found out.She obviously didn't like the girls' gestures, and she also asked Parvati to remove the bow in her hair, which was really too big.

When her eyes swept over, the girls all avoided them carefully, for fear that she would find out that they were all wearing makeup. What if she asked them to go back and wash their faces? !

Della wished she could turn her head like an owl to the back where Professor McGonagall couldn't see, and stroked her forehead as if she had a headache.Because she wears eyeshadow, blush, and magic mascara!Everything else is fine, only this tube of magic mascara from Cinderella is too exaggerated!After swiping it on, her lashes grew another three inches!

Of course, it made her eyes more attractive.So she was reluctant to wash it off.

She could feel Professor McGonagall's gaze lingering behind her for a long time, and she was so nervous that she was sweating!

In the end, though, Professor McGonagall didn't say anything.

Probably because their guests have already arrived.

"They're coming! They're coming!"

"My God!"

"Look at the sky!!"

A flying horse house flew down from the sky.

It was really as big as a house, so tall, and it was driven by a white flying horse with wings like a princess's mount, which was terrifyingly big.

Della said to Hermione: "If Professor Hagrid can bring this kind of horse to his class, I think it will be very popular!" Hermione: "No, don't. They must be very dangerous. Look at their hooves. My lunch plates are all big."

Della: "Dangerous!" That's exciting!

Hermione glanced at her and muttered, "Gryffindor!"

Della did not show weakness: "You too."

The door of the carriage opened, and Principal Dumbledore stepped forward to greet him, and he led a... very, very tall woman out of the carriage.

Della: "Oh, God...she's taller than Professor Hagrid!" Principal Dumbledore only came up to her waist!

There are many students around who exclaim like her, they can see what the guests look like without tiptoeing.

Hermione's quick science introduction - she didn't know what book she read - "She is Madame Maxime, a very famous lady, and she is the principal of Beauxbatons. It is said that she is very powerful."

Ron muttered beside her, "We can all see that."

Hermione shot him a glare. "She's a very respectable lady."

Harry smiled silently and said nothing.

Fred had squeezed in beside her at some point.

She said to Fred, "Don't you think, Harry is actually very cunning?" He never got too involved in his friends' disputes, and both Hermione and Ron felt that he was on their side.

Fred nodded. "Ron's the dumbest one." It made him sad that his little brother was the least smart of his friends.

Behind the tall and amazing Madame Maxime came out of the carriage a group of young French witches in silk wizard robes.

They were all beautiful, and although they were shivering in the cold English wind, it did not detract from their beauty.

The one at the head is even more stunningly beautiful!

It's like she's glowing!From her long hair as beautiful as moonlight, to her flawless white skin, her bright eyes, delicate lips like flowers, even her robes look more flowing than others.

Della looked at her and became dumb.She forgot to speak for a while, and when she recovered, she found that everyone around her was the same.

She took a quick look at Fred, and when she saw that his eyes were fixed on the beautiful witch, she stomped on his foot!

"Oh!" Fred backed away reflexively, hugged one foot, and without thinking, he begged Della for mercy: "Haney, it hurts."

Then he came to his senses: "What did I do?" He recalled that he was looking at those witches from France just now, and immediately admitted his mistake: "Haney, you misunderstood, in my eyes they are just like French snails."

The students around laughed.

Professor McGonagall came over: "Students, get out of the way and let our guests pass. Thank you, Mr. Weasley, and you will be eating French snails on the table in a while."

Fred hopped away, "Professor, that's a surprise!"

Della came to him and supported him. She hadn't stepped on it much just now—maybe it was a moment of anger?

"If you're still in pain, I'll go to the medical wing and get you some medicine," she said apologetically.

"No!" Fred replied quickly, "Haney, it's not that I'm being careless, but any medicine you bring from the medical wing is surprisingly bad." He once drank the cold that Della brought for him. It was the worst medicine he had ever taken. He felt that his cold was simply frightened away by the bad medicine. As long as he thought about drinking it again, his cold would not be bad.

The beautiful French witches caused a commotion. When they stood under the corridor, there was nothing around them. No one dared to stand beside them, but everyone was looking at them.

Behold the chief of them, her name is Fleur Delacour.

"She's beautiful," said Della, looking at Fred.

"Who?" Fred pretended to be ignorant, and glanced at the group of bird-like elf French witches, unmoved, "Haney, my feet are still throbbing and hurting."

George secretly laughed behind him, Fred looked back at him, and George turned to Angelina and said, "I guess they can't play Quidditch as well as you."

Angelina also looked happy, saying, "Oh, I'm not that good at the game either. Maybe some of them are good at it."

George gave Fred a proud look, "Look at it, brother."

Fred hit him.

Then, Durmstrang's big ship emerged from the big lake in the Forbidden Forest like a ghost.

Everyone turned to the back of the castle to meet the second guest.

Durmstrang's big ship seems to be a ghost ship. It is dilapidated and black all over. The black muzzle looks like the side eyes of an Egyptian man-eating beetle. There are hundreds of them in three rows.

Della didn't go to the lake, she saw Principal Dumbledore and several other professors, especially Professor Moody, running to meet Durmstrang's people.

She felt that although Principal Dumbledore was old, he ran quite fast.And Professor Moody... there is no one less suited to greet guests.

But when Telmstrong's men followed the headmaster, Della suddenly rushed forward!

Fred followed blankly.

"What's wrong?" Hermione also pulled Harry to follow.

"Della, did you see..." Hermione saw it just as she was about to ask.Beside her, Ron looked out of breath: "Krum!! It's that Krum!!"

Fred tried to hold Della back, but he couldn't, because Della was blocked in front of her, so he pushed forward bravely again.

"My God!" Della said to Hermione, clutching her sleeve nervously, "Did you see it? Did you see it?" "Yes, yes." Hermione wanted her to calm down, see Look at Fred.Oh, his face is so ugly.

"It's Viktor Krum!!" Della grabbed her neck, as if she couldn't breathe, "Do I look okay? How do I look?"

Hermione glanced at Fred apologetically, and grabbed Della: "It's good. I mean, calm down, you just met an idol, a star, and because you just watched his game, you are a little excited ..."

"Krum is more than a star! He's great!" Della felt so excited that she couldn't find the right words to describe her first crush: "Very, very wise! Very... ...Oh! He's coming!"

In fact, Durmstrang's men were a dozen feet away from them, and they followed Headmaster Dumbledore to the dining room together.

Della followed immediately.

Hermione just followed her closely, she didn't dare to call Fred, she just wanted to see if Harry could help.

But Ron was as excited as Della, and Harry was following Ron.

Hermione sighed helplessly, and turned to look for Katie or Angelina, but neither of them were there.

She had to find a way to remind Della herself.

There was still a little time before dinner, and the dining room was already full, and Beauxbaton sat at the long Ravenclaw table, which really made the Gryffindor girls feel lucky.

"Their wizard robes are so beautiful..."

"sparkling with light……"

"Looks like silk..."

"I really want to be alone..."

And Durmstrang sat at the Slytherin table.

Della: "It must be because Slytherin has the least number of people!" Otherwise, they would have chosen the long table of Gryffindor. The long table of Gryffindor is in the middle, and it is most convenient to enter through the door.

Fred stared at a stain on the table as if he wanted to burn it with his eyes.

Hermione on the opposite side kept trying to kick Della, making her turn her head back, and she kept looking at Durmstrang behind her.

After a while, Fred said, "Hermione, you've been kicking me."

"Oh, sorry," Hermione said quickly, before turning her attention to herself.

Ron was discussing with Harry how to get Krum's autograph.

Harry didn't contradict his friend, but told him regretfully that he hadn't taken off his schoolbag, so he had no pen or paper.

Della was asking Fred, "Did you bring a quill?" Fred forced a smile, "No, Honey, do you want to do your homework?"

Della ignored his joke and turned to Katie next to her, "Have you brought your quill?"

Katie shook her head: "No. But Lavender said maybe you can use lipstick?"

Della is like a treasure: "It makes sense! I also brought a lipstick!"

She took it out and said to Katie: "You say, can we go to Krum to ask for his autograph now? Will he sign my robe? I will treasure it for a lifetime!"

George pressed Fred's hand holding the wand, "Calm down, brother." He glanced at Viktor Krum's figure, that strong body, thick arms, and his neck was thicker than others , sincerely said: "You can't beat him."