Della Bush's Love Story

Della figured it out.

She used to be in another world, and this world was a book to her at that time; but now that she is in this world, the previous world was also an invisible and intangible space for her.

Others have only one world, but she has two.Although she has two worlds, she can only live in one.

To the people of this world, she is indeed a "prophet".She knew what their fate was supposed to look like.

Fortunately, fate is not doomed.

Recalling the way Cedric walked out of the maze with the trophy last night, she was full of confidence!

"Would you like to tell me, Della?" Dumbledore asked softly.

Della nodded, but she had some concerns that needed to be addressed first.

"I don't know which of the things I remember are real and which are not," she said, wringing her fingers.

Dumbledore's eyes lit up, he waved his hand, and a chair slid lightly behind him, he sat down, and asked softly: "Della, let me ask you, do you know what's going to happen every once in a while?" ? Or do you already know how everything happened?" Della said cautiously: "I...for me, this is like a story that has already been written." Yes, this expression is the clearest!

Dumbledore gave a soft oh, and he asked softly: "So, so far, is it the same as you remember?"

Della shook her head. "I'm not sure if I remember wrong."

Dumbledore immediately asked, "What is the most different so far?" Della: "Harry should be in this Triwizard Tournament. He should be the fourth warrior, and then he and Cedric Lifted the trophy in the maze, and Cedric was killed by the Dark Lord, and..."

She was interrupted.

Dumbledore looked eager for the first time: "Where was he killed?"

Della stuck in her shell, and it took a long time before she said: "...It may be the Dark Lord's stronghold. I don't remember this."

Dumbledore didn't press, "Go on. Where's Harry? You came to remind me last night that Cedric will be killed in the maze. Where's Harry? Is he safe?"

Della nodded: "He escaped back. Then the Dark Lord was resurrected."

All the portraits on the wall let out an exclamation in unison.The movement was so loud, Della was frightened and turned around to see all the portraits staring at her!

She had goosebumps all over her body.

Dumbledore shouted to the portraits, "Quiet! Gentlemen and ladies! I need you to be quiet!"

He poured Della a cup of hot tea for her to hold.

It's June, but her hands are icy cold.

"Thank you." Holding the hot tea cup, she felt much better.

Dumbledore pressed her shoulder and said gently: "Della, you did a good job. You told me something very important. You may not know it, but you have helped a lot!" Della was pleasantly surprised: "Really? ?You believe me?"

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Of course I believe you, Della. What do you remember about the Dark Lord's resurrection? Anything."

Della bit her lip and said, "...he came back from the cauldron." Before Dumbledore could speak, she added, "I know that sounds stupid, and I don't know if it is, Maybe I'm remembering wrong again."

Dumbledore did not disbelieve her, he nodded seriously: "Crucible. I know who I should ask for advice. Do you remember many things wrong? What are they?"

"Oh." Della bit her lip and said, "I remember...Ron should be a couple with Hermione, and Harry should have a crush on Cho. But now, the lovers of the three of them are all wrong."

Dumbledore smiled happily for the first time since she came in, and he blinked: "Don't worry, Love is a mischievous little boy."

Dumbledore asked her, "Ron's rat, you came to me knowing there was something wrong with it, right? Do you remember what it was?"

Della nodded, "He's a man turned into a mouse."

Dumbledore nodded. "That's true. Do you remember anything else?"

Della blurted out, "All the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors have problems."

Dumbledore nodded solemnly: "I will be more cautious. So, what about the others? After the Dark Lord is resurrected?"

Della wrung her fingers and began to pale.

Dumbledore took the teacup from her hand before she spilled it.He took her hand. "Della, you can trust me. You can tell me anything and I will trust you."

But Della still didn't dare to raise her head. She lowered her head and looked at her hand. Dumbledore's hand was covered with age spots, warm and dry, and he held hers weakly.

Her voice trembled: "Harry's godfather died in the Ministry of Magic when he was in fifth year. The Ministry of Magic fell to the Dark Lord."

She didn't give Dumbledore time to interject, and went on.

She took a deep breath: "Harry's sixth grade...you, were killed by Professor Snape and fell off the tower."

She could feel that Dumbledore was getting more serious.But he still didn't interrupt her, and his hand kept holding her tenderly, and patted her lightly, as if telling her not to be nervous.

"Seventh grade, Harry ran away. And Hermione, Ron. They went to find the Dark Lord's clone. The Dark Lord's men entered Hogwarts, and Professor Snape became the headmaster."

"Then Harry came back, and everyone rebelled against the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord's army surrounded Hogwarts, and everyone rebelled together. The Slytherins left."

Della looked up at Dumbledore.

He seemed lost in thought.He felt her gaze, smiled at her, and patted her hand lightly.

She continued on.

"Professor Snape was actually a good man. He was undercover. He was killed by the Dark Lord's snake. Then the Dark Lord told everyone to hand over Harry or kill everyone. Harry came out and was killed by the Dark Lord. Then he comes back to life, and he kills the Dark Lord. When the Dark Lord is dead, we win."

Della finished.After she finished speaking, she realized that the room was too quiet.It seemed as if the air was no longer moving.

She could hear the pendulum swinging slowly in the corner.

Over there, a large glass-covered brass machine of unknown origin was making a "boob" sound.

The phoenix on the perch chirped softly.

Dumbledore said: "We won." He sighed with relief and satisfaction as if he had heard a story with a good ending.

"Win." Della nodded dryly.

Dumbledore looked at her with a smile, as if whispering, he lowered his head and asked her: "Then do you remember when Harry and the others went looking for the Dark Lord's clone, did they find it? Where are they all?"

Della is now stuttering.She skipped so much content just now because she doesn't remember most of them.

"I... don't remember very clearly." She apologized first.

Dumbledore didn't mind at all: "It's okay, just say what you remember."

Della started counting: "Harry's godfather has one. He doesn't seem to know."

Dumbledore's expression at this time, no one suspected that he was distracted, he was obviously concentrating on writing down every word she said.

This made her even more nervous.

"Gringotts has one, and Harry and the others came out on dragons in the end."

"Someone from the Ministry of Magic has one. She's so bad, she was a professor at Hogwarts! She drove Fred and George away!" she said angrily.

Dumbledore squinted his blue eyes: "A Ministry of Magic official who was a professor at Hogwarts..."

"Any more?" he asked.

Della: "There is one in Hogwarts. Harry and the others burned down a big warehouse."

Dumbledore nodded: "The clone is in the warehouse?"

Della nodded: "Yes...should...right?"

"Any more?" Dumbledore asked.

He felt that today was the happiest day in his life than Christmas.He only needs to keep asking this sentence, and he can get many gifts.

Della: "Harry has one on his head." She gestured to her forehead, "Hiding in his scar."

Dumbledore nodded, "Very important."

"Any more?" Dumbledore blinked his blue eyes.

Della: "The one in the cave is fake. After you drank the poison, you became very weak and became seriously ill. Can you not go?" Dumbledore looked at her with a twinkle in his eyes and said with a smile: "I think I'll still go. But now that I've been warned, I can leave the poison alone, or take the antidote."

Della was a little discouraged.

"Della, you know, it's not that I don't believe you. I just need to make sure." Dumbledore said to her sincerely, then got up, and took out a delicate tin box from the back of the books in the bookcase. After opening, it contained very beautiful chocolate!handmade!All beautiful flowers!

"Come on, try it."

Dumbledore picked up one and handed it to Della, and then ate one himself, his cheeks puffed up, "This is the birthday present I received this year, and I have been reluctant to eat it."

Della had never had such delicious chocolate.

She would put on fifty pounds for it!

"Is there any more?" Dumbledore asked again after they ate a few chocolates and drank tea.

Della licked her fingers, and suddenly remembered another: "You are cursed, on a ring."

Dumbledore: "The ring is a double."

Della nodded.

Dumbledore gave the rest of the chocolate to Della, as if saying to himself: "You know what? Some things I already know, I just need to confirm; some are just a few steps away from the end ...you gave me the confidence to know that I was on the right track."

"Let me ask one last question," said Dumbledore. "Do you remember any of us who died?"

Della's face finally turned pale.

"We can avoid it. Cedric is still alive, and we can keep more people alive." Dumbledore said firmly.

yes.Isn't that what she wants?

Della's voice became very soft, as if she didn't want to disturb anyone, maybe God.Don't let anyone hear the name she said at this time.

"A lot of people died."

"Professor Moody, was killed by the Dark Lord."

"Professor Bubbaji, was captured by the Dark Lord and swallowed by his snake." Della swallowed her parched throat.

She never remembered the names of the people who passed by in the book, but when she went to Hogwarts to study, she couldn't help thinking of the female professor of Muggle studies who was swallowed by the big snake at the beginning of the seventh book ——That scene was really scary.

Then she would never be able to forget the professor's name.When choosing courses, she... didn't choose her courses either.

She even deliberately avoided her when she passed the professors sitting above in the cafeteria.

But she can still clearly remember the appearance of Professor Bubaji.A face that always smiles at the students, gentle and round, with messy hair and big curls, she always shows her teeth when she smiles.

"Harry's Hedwig, who was also killed to protect him."

"Professor Lupine and his wife, a female Auror, also died."

"...and Fred."

She finally couldn't help choking and shaking.Principal Dumbledore's hand clenched her for an instant.She found herself looking at him imploringly, as if he could give some guarantee that Fred would not die.

But he just looked at her sadly.As if he could understand her mood.

Della quickly calmed down.She knew from the beginning that Fred was going to die, and she fell in love with him too, and was with him every day.Sometimes she felt that thinking of Fred gave her courage.

"Della, you've done a very good job," said Dumbledore solemnly. "Very, very good. Surprised me. I can't ask you for more. You can now stand up and go back to your friends. Oh, and I might need you to do one more thing: Everything you said in this room today, please don't tell it to another person."

Della shook her head: "No. I won't tell anyone."

Dumbledore nodded: "I believe."

He took Della by the hand and walked her to the door, which he opened, when Della found that she was still holding Dumbledore's chocolate and wanted to give it back to him.

"Take it. For my sake, take it away. If it's still in this room, I won't be able to resist getting out of bed and eating it tonight." Dumbledore winked playfully, "With you enjoy it with friends."

Della felt a sense of emptiness as if she had been hollowed out.Is she really not dreaming?

Dumbledore gave her a little push. "Go back to the common room. Believe me, we've had enough revelations. Fate is on our side."

He closed the door, and the gentle smile on his face had completely disappeared.He turned around, and two people came out from the inner room.

Alastor Moody and Severus Snape.

Both held their wands, and immediately walked to the two furthest corners of the room as soon as they emerged.

"It makes me think you're trying to kill each other," said Dumbledore, sitting down, then getting up again, and walking to another bookcase, this time taking out wine and glasses from behind the books.

"I think we can celebrate," he said.

As soon as the golden wine was poured into the glass, ice flakes formed on the sides of the glass, making a crackling sound.

"Ice wine," Moody grunted, walked over to pick up a glass, and drank it in one gulp. "I almost killed your professor," he said, pointing at Snape.

Snape came slowly over to get the wine at this moment, and it was obvious that he was very vigilant, and he did not put down his wand.

"Yes. I want to thank Ms. Bush. If she proves my innocence 5 minutes later, I may die in it." He took the wine, paused, and drank it in one gulp.

Moody probably wanted to apologize, and he waved his hand: "Fate is fair. We all died in the end." He put his glass on the table forcefully, motioning for Dumbledore to pour him another glass.

Dumbledore only took a sip, trying to stay sober.He motioned to Moody to pour it himself, then turned to Snape and asked, "Can you think of any potion that can bring Voldemort back to life?"

Snape shuddered at the name.

"I need to go back and look it up. I only have a vague memory right now. I think I know which book it's in," he said.

Dumbledore nodded and stood up: "I just need to go out too."

Moody and Snape both looked at him.

"What do you want to do?" Moody leaned forward, "to find the Dark Lord's clone?"

Dumbledore nodded. "I've been working on one of these for a long time—it's actually called a Horcrux. But I'd say it's also fitting that Della calls it a double." He said, "I probably know where it is. I Was going to take Harry there, maybe next year or the year after. But I need to see it now. If Della is right, then..."

Moody immediately said, "You should take me! That little girl said a lot! She said you were drinking poison and being cursed!" Dumbledore nodded after thinking for a while, "Well, I really need A helper." He said to Snape, "Can I hand Harry over to you for a while?" Snape said maliciously, "I thought my loyalty had been confirmed by the prophet?"

Dumbledore ignored the little sarcasm, assuming Snape had agreed.

Moody thought of Della Bush, and he wondered: "Oh, this little girl... Should we take some protective measures for her?" Dumbledore shook his head: "No. Overprotection will expose her. She is not like Harry. She's unknown, that's the safest way."

He remembered Della's talk about the cockroach that always followed Harry.He said to Moody, "Before we leave, catch a cockroach."

Moody: "What?" Put the glass down, "I drank too much."

Snape understood. "Did Miss Bush mention a cockroach?"

Dumbledore nodded: "She said there was a cockroach that haunted Harry. Do you have any medicine?"

Snape nodded: "There are all kinds of medicine."

Dumbledore: "Get him or her. Live. We can see who that is."

Moody: "Is it dangerous?"

Dumbledore shook his head and smiled: "Probably not. Even Gryffindor can play tricks sometimes."

He thought Della was angry at the time, so she should just want her big friend to vent her anger for her.

Snape rolled his eyes, "I have a deep understanding."