Della Bush's Love Story

Every time I go back to Hogwarts, I feel happy.

Della wondered who in the world wouldn't like it?

Walking through the spacious foyer and encountering a few ghosts has become a routine.

The ghost of Gryffindor, Nearly Headless Nick, greeted Della warmly when he saw Della: "Hi, Della, I heard you broke up again?"

He glanced at Fred, who had come in after Della, whispering to his twin brother George.

But he held Della's hand, and neither of them looked at the other, but no one doubted that they were not a young couple.

He shook his head and said to the fat monk beside him, "I knew they couldn't be separated."

The fat monk said to Della: "If you can reconcile until tomorrow, we can complete our bet."

Della shook off Fred's hand, "Okay, we're still breaking up."

After speaking, squeeze through the crowd and walk into the restaurant first.

Fred was dumped only to find that Della was gone, he looked up blankly: "What?" He looked around, Angelina rolled her eyes, pointed to the door of the restaurant, Fred threw down a sentence: "see you later , brother." He also squeezed through the crowd and chased in.

As soon as Della sat down, Neville told her in a low voice, "They're betting you."

Della whispered, too, "Like I don't know."

She already knew.

She thought they had long lost interest in the gamble.Della and Fred's first few breakups were the real attractive bets, and she distinctly remembered their last bet on how many times they could break up before graduation.

Some people swear that they will break up, and then they will never communicate with each other.

But there are also those who say that they will get married as soon as they graduate. This is true of Gryffindor couples, and no one can escape the curse of getting married after graduation-if they were lovers in school.

A girl from the other side—a senior—seems to want to ask her about Fred too, and she doesn't want to repeat the story about breaking up again, so she turns her head away, and Fred Ass sitting next to her, the girl turned her head back and said to the person next to her: "Look, I just said they won't break up."

"Damn it, I've already made a bet!"

"Hi." A timid greeting came close to her ear, he stretched out his hand, and put something in her palm rudely, "I said I'd give it to you."

A fluffy, moving, warm.

"What?" She lowered her head, and in her hand was a fluffy ball a little bigger than an orange. It was pink, and it was trembling slightly, as if it was afraid.

"Oh..." She let out a soft cry, and touched its fur lightly, it was so soft and warm!

"What's this?" She couldn't remember at all that they were breaking up or not having a breakup or anything.

She leaned toward him, and he leaned toward him, cheek to cheek.

"Polar fleece." Fred held out a finger to touch it.

"It's pink!" she exclaimed. "You dyed it?"

"We made a small change," he said, with a bit of fart pride, "but we wanted to make it in more colors, a little bit smaller, and it's still a little too big."

"Is it okay to give it to me?" she said with a smile.

This is their experimental product, or a successful experimental product at this stage, it must be very, very important.

He and George valued their experiments more than their little brother Ron, who once tried to sneak into their room to see what the hell they were up to and got beaten up by Fred and George .

He said that if Ron dared to peek at their experiment again and tell his mother, he would hang Ron's underwear on the Gryffindor tower.

This lightened the freckles on Ron's face with fright.

"Of course." Fred shrugged, he was a little bit reluctant, and he could see it in his eyes, but he still looked into her eyes and said, "Here you are. It's a bit noisy, don't worry about it." Feed it, you can put it in the closet, it will eat spiders and other small bugs."

He talked for a long time about how to raise this improved version of this kind of magical little animal that is between harmful and beneficial.

And she looked at his eyes and lips that kept moving, and moved them up slightly.

It's a mess, everyone is talking, and no one will notice.

His eyes seemed to be attracted by her, and he also lowered his head——

"Welcome everyone back to Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall's voice suddenly amplified several times and echoed in the dining room, "Please be quiet, we are about to start sorting. Everyone sit down, I don't want to call names."

But her eyes were already on Della and Fred.

They had to sit up straight and turn their heads away from each other.

People on both sides of the long table looked at them and laughed.

Della tucked the velvet into the robe, and it made the velvet very happy when it came to the dark place. It bounced in her robe, and she held it tightly. It felt like it had no weight, just a ball of lightness. fluff.

The sorting has begun.

Everyone's attraction was quickly attracted.It is also customary to guess which college a freshman will enter every year.

Professor McGonagall began to call their names, and the freshmen below were nervous and excited.

She saw Dick.

"Back then, we all thought you would be a Hufflepuff." Fred leaned into her ear again and said, "I still remember you being scared silly by me on the train."

Her feet moved menacingly on top of his.

Fred was not stepped on, but he also felt the piercing pain. He carefully moved his toes away from under Della's feet.

One name after another was called, and one jerky child after another stepped onto the high stool.

Fred began to feel bored. He rattled the taffy in his pocket, took out one, and asked Neville next to him in a friendly way, "Would you like one?" Find his and step on it hard!

"Ow!!"

There was a sharp scream from the Gryffindor table, which made everyone who was attracted by the sorting look over.

Fred stood on one foot at the table.

His twin brother George was two people away, hugging his stomach and laughing hard.

The professor and principal above also looked over.

Professor McGonagall: "Thank you for voicing us, Mr. Weasley."

Fred gasped, then reacted, and clapped his hands: "Very, very good, very good." While clapping, he looked around.

Everyone laughed, and someone gave Fred a thumbs up.

Della bowed her head and smiled, and sometimes she really, really loved Fred for that.

"Please sit down now, Mr. Weasley." Professor McGonagall said, "Please do not disturb us any further in the next branch."

"Of course, Professor, never again." Fred sat down quickly.

Then he glared at Della angrily. Neville realized that a big battle might break out here, so he ducked to the side nervously.

Della whispered: "You can invent a small mechanism so that people can taste the feeling of being stepped on toes when they are punished."

Fred's eyes lit up, and he quickly thought of a few little spells.This dilutes his anger a lot, and when he thinks about needing to be angry again, he is no longer angry.

"You know, you can't always deal with me like this." He said to Della aggrieved, "You stepped too hard just now."

Della: "You can't play your pranks now!"

Fred said seriously: "It is because it is more effective now."

"That can't be Neville either! He's so timid, you should find someone who is brave."

Fred shook his head, "You girls always protect the weak like mothers. But I think Neville needs this, you know, pranks can quickly bring people closer together, that's what it does. Neville just needs more A few times, and he's going to be popular right away."

Della: "No! He's only terrified of school! Afraid of normal interactions among classmates! You'll make him a laughing stock, a party favorite, and everyone's too keen to make fun of him without caring if he can handle it. "

The people around watched the couple quarrel again with familiarity.

They were about to attract Professor McGonagall's attention.

Angelina said, "Della! Your brother is sorted!"

"What?" Della came back to her senses suddenly, and saw Dick walking towards Gryffindor, "I knew..." Before she could smile, Dick ran past her, stuck out his tongue and spit at her, and ran Sit at the end of the long table.

Della: "..." If she wasn't in the sorting school, she would definitely catch this kid and teach him to put his tongue in his mouth obediently.

Fred showed her a taffy: "Do you think your brother likes candy?" "..."

She looked at Toffee. "I think he likes it."

After sorting the courtyards, the long table was filled with food.While eating, a piece of news began to circulate on the long table, accompanied by a copy of the Daily Prophet.

"So, you can't deny that small things like this are useful once in a while." Fred proudly took out the toffee, put it in a small bowl, and stuffed all the mints in the bowl into the velvet In his mouth, the Purong began to emit a mint sweetness. Its body was like a stomach bag, and it began to wriggle slowly, and the sound of hard candy grains being chewed could be heard.

"I admit that it is very suitable for revenge, and to add atmosphere to the banquet, and it is not bad to use in punishment games." She said, holding the pu velvet to see, "Will it grow again?"

"No," said Fred, "it's that big."

He carefully hid the crystal bowl of toffee behind the platter.

She glared at him, but the people around - Angelina and Neville both felt that the candy was not right - so if anyone was curious, no one actually took it.

Fred was a little disappointed.

"You can eat one yourself first, maybe someone will like the effect." She suggested that he come first.

Fred shook his head. "George and I took turns doing the experiment, but we need more samples." He glanced at her.

She immediately said: "If you dare to trick me into eating it, I will really break up with you, and I will do what I say."

Fred sighed in disappointment.

At this time, a newspaper clipping was passed, and Fred threw it away after looking at it.

"Wait, what is it? I haven't seen it yet." She bent down to pick it up, but he stopped her and said, "No, Dad told us that he is a fugitive. But it's nothing, and he will be caught soon."

"The fugitive..." Della took a deep breath, not very happy.

She had never been able to come up with an idea to solve one of Fred's great problems, the timing of his death.That meant she needed to kill Voldemort first.

...it was a little too hard for her.

She had thought about writing to Principal Dumbledore, but Muggle postmen didn't come where she lived, and she didn't know how to address Principal Dumbledore by Muggle postman.

Writing with an owl would work too, but she... can't remember where all the Horcruxes are.The only thing she remembered was the locket. After all, this clue had written a whole book, and it was a false clue in the end, so she was very impressed.She skipped all the other content about finding the Horcrux.She was only interested in Harry Potter and Hermione's romance - yes, until the end of Book [-], she was convinced that Harry and Hermione would end up as a couple, especially after they escaped together. After Ern fell behind again, she thought it would be Harry and Hermione in the end!

...and in the end, well, she was a little disappointed.

So, she really doesn't remember how Harry managed to defeat the Dark Lord.

She looked at Fred, the boy with the twinkle in his eyes, and though he made her angry, he didn't mean to--that was the most annoying thing.

She will do her best to help him.Even if they really broke up in the future.