Della Bush's Love Story

"Do it again." Hermione put the No.30 seven apples on the corner of the table, and in the basin on the other side were 34 peeled apples.The other two are in the hands of Harry and Ron.

Della is practicing the peeling spell.

This spell is not evil at all, it is a housekeeping spell for peeling plants that need peeling, such as oranges, oranges, apples, and sometimes potatoes.

But the thinner the skin, the more difficult it is to peel off the skin, and the more the level of spell will be tested.

Not all spells work best in everyone's hands.

Della felt that using spells required a little "imagination".

When she discussed it with Hermione, Hermione said that she never needed imagination, she just needed to memorize spells, and simple spells could be done in one go.

...she was determined not to discuss her studies with Hermione again.

However, she does need imagination to help the spell work.Let her be "lighter" or "lighter."This way the spell would be more to her liking.

Hermione asked her to practice with an apple, because the skin of an apple was thin enough, but not as thin as a potato.

After passing through more than thirty apples, she was able to take off the apple skins completely. They were as thin as a cicada's wing and almost transparent.

Ron gnawed on the fourth apple, his eyes widened: "Amazing!"

Harry was eating the fourth too.

Hermione said angrily, "Will you still have dinner later?" The two boys nodded blankly: "Eat."

Della comforted Hermione: "A boy's stomach." She has an older brother and a younger brother, and she knows more about boys' appetites than Hermione, the only child.She told Hermione: "Fred could eat a big bowl of mashed potatoes the size of a salad bowl by himself." It was her first time cooking, trying to show off to her boyfriend, and ended up making too much , She forgot that the dosage when her mother taught her was for the whole family of six.

It turned out that Fred ate them all.

Ron gnawed on an apple core and said, "Actually, Fred took two doses of the Digestive Potion when he got home that day."

Della shrugged: "At least he didn't waste it."

Ron shivered and said to Harry, "Girl!"

Harry also felt sympathy.

Hermione saw that it was almost six o'clock, they should go to dinner, and tonight was the time for the last game.

"You go first. Ron, I remember you said that Lavender is waiting for you in the restaurant, you have an appointment!"

Ron was tired of being in love, and he said he needed to go to the toilet and ran away.

Hermione complained to Della only after he had gone: "I think he wants to break up with Lavender! He's been avoiding her lately!"

Harry defends friend: "No, he doesn't want to break up!"

But facing the knowing eyes of the two girls, he could only tilt his head and say, "He just... doesn't want to be entangled all the time. He feels tired."

Hermione wasn't being polite about Harry being her boyfriend, she said sternly: "He just wanted a love game! He wanted a girlfriend at the Yule Ball, that's why he took Lavender!" But he doesn't intend to stay with her forever! Now, the game is over, he wants to break up!"

Harry distinguished: "Ron's not that bad! He's just... well, he just hasn't had a relationship and is going to get married." He thought for a while and said, "His relationship is like a drink." Butterbeer sort of." Just a distraction in the right place at the right time.

Hermione said angrily, "Childish!"

Della whistled unprincipledly: "Playboy."

Probably only Ron's friends, Harry and Hermione, realized that he had long wanted to break up with Lavender and was just biding his time.Because in the eyes of others, they are still fighting fiercely.

They were seen hugging and kissing in the lounge every night.

Della's exams are next week, and she's been studying hard for five weeks, and she thinks it's okay to take a night out to relax.

Moreover, as time became more and more urgent, she remembered more and more content.

She jotted down what she could remember first.Although they were all intertwined, she couldn't tell which was ahead and which was behind.

Can't tell which is real and which is fake.

Especially now that what she was so sure about also seemed fake.

She remembered that Cedric Diggory had been killed by the Dark Lord in this match.She had already remembered that Harry and Cedric participated in the competition together, and Harry was the fourth warrior.

Strangely, now Harry wasn't a champion at all.

Will Cedric still be dead?

She dared not take the risk of betting that he would not die.She can't afford to gamble.

She also has no way to warn in advance - it is not a question of how to explain it, but a question of how to make people believe it.

Sorry, please don't participate in the competition, because you will die in this one.

...In the end, she could only find a way to steal a portion of the water of life and death from Fred, mix it in a drink, hand it to Cedric before he entered the maze, and watch him drink it with her own eyes.

Then she sat in the stands and watched the warriors enter the maze on the lawn one by one.

"Look! Mademoiselle Delacour meets the Sphinx!"

"Krum hit a snail!"

"Where's Cedric?"

"Where did Cedric go?"

Della clenched her hands and stood up from her seat. There were many people like her, and most of them couldn't see the maze below clearly, even if they sat on the high stands.

Soon, the professors on the periphery of the maze sent out signal flares one after another.

The French witch Fleur Delacour was carried out, and she fainted.

The second to be carried out was Cedric, who also fainted.

The girls at Hogwarts burst into tears.

Della felt guilty, but she told herself that it was the right thing to do, that it would save his life.

— though it still made her uncomfortable.

It's like she could have thought of a better way, but she couldn't do it because of her lack of ability, which made this supposedly pleasant thing less perfect and flawed.

become irritating.

She clasped her hands and sat down again.

"Hey! Look! Why is Cedric sitting up?"

"He's back again!"

Della stood up abruptly!Eyes wide open!Can't believe what she saw!

a professor!

Professor Moody, he waved his wand at Cedric and he sat up shaking his head, said something, and he went back into the maze.

Apparently it was impossible for Della to feed him another potion.

Is this fate?

But he is not dead yet!

Della came down from the stands and looked around, trying to find Headmaster Dumbledore.

Somehow, she had full confidence in Headmaster Dumbledore.As if he could accept the unthinkable.He also wants to believe her.

Hope he can trust her again.

She found him.He's in the stands.

She walked past many people and sat down beside him.Professor Flitwick had made room for her - she hadn't seen him just now.

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

"Oh, Della. Do you want a savory bean?" Dumbledore smiled and handed her the savory bean in his hand, asking her to be polite and try it. "Sit down and watch the game with us. "

Professor McGonagall stared at her seriously and dissatisfied, "Miss Bush, you should be in your seat instead of running around."

"I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall." Della smiled dryly, and continued to whisper in Principal Dumbledore's ear, "We must call Cedric out immediately, or he will die inside!"

Dumbledore was not intimidated by her words, even though she felt that it was scary to say it.

"Who will hurt him?" He asked softly, looking at her with beautiful blue eyes.

Dark Lord.

She makes mouth types.

Dumbledore continued to ask her gently: "Why do you think so, Della. Who told you?"

Della couldn't answer.

But she could tell that Headmaster Dumbledore wasn't going to help her this time.She stood up.

"Della, don't worry." Dumbledore took her hand and told her to sit down forcefully yet gently, "We'll continue to watch the game and everything will be fine. There are professors protecting the warriors."

"But..." Della still couldn't rest assured, even if Dumbledore promised it.

She wanted to leave, but Dumbledore asked her to stay in the stands and not go around the Maze.

She didn't listen.

She slipped down anyway.

When she slipped down the stands to approach the maze, she found Fred following her!

"How did you follow?" she asked angrily.

Fred was taken aback: "...well, you've never been so angry. I just saw you alone."

"I'm fine, you go back." She said, "Go back quickly."

Fred felt strange: "What are you going to do? I can help."

"No, I don't need your help. Go," she said.

She tried to shake him off, but after a while she found that Fred was still following him.

Fred had thought Della was just out for a walk, but he didn't think so now.

"I worry about you." Fredella took her hand, "I worry about you."

"I'm fine." Della suddenly heard a burst of cheers.

She shook off Fred's hand and ran to the center of the cheers. After two steps, she stopped in shock.

Cedric walked out of the maze holding the trophy.

He won.

"He's not dead," Della murmured.

Fred caught up and saw Della laughing happily: "Are you so happy? Are you not angry?"

"Yes!" Della laughed and jumped on him: "That's great!"

Cedric is not dead!

——Although I don't know what went wrong!

But one thing was beginning to become clearer to her.

The world she was in now was real and alive.

Not a book written on paper.

Everyone's life or death is not predestined!