Della Bush's Love Story

Hana was, of course, a new Hufflepuff, and when she sat down at Hufflepuff's long table, she was quick to strike up a conversation with the person next to her.

Della craned her neck to watch, and only then was she relieved.

There was a long piece of parchment in front of Fred. They got the investment and rented the store, but their goods were far from enough.

“I wanted the store to be very, very full! People had to tiptoe through sideways, and right in the middle was a huge circular display of our most famous products!”

"But we don't have the most prestigious product right now," he told Della.

"I can't put the canary biscuit front and center, it's our most popular product right now, but it's not shocking enough! A row of biscuits? No! No!" The parchment in front of him was filled with writing , almost like another Hermione.

"We all thought that the quick-acting skipping candy would be our star product! It reminds people of the Weasley brothers when they see it! But it's not shocking enough."

"It shall strike like a Firebolt!"

Della came up with an idea for them: "You can put Harry's photo at the top and place it in the middle, the savior must be shocking enough."

Harry sat opposite and had to look up: "I hear you, can I refuse? I don't want my picture to be so big."

But Fred's eyes brightened obviously: "This is a good idea!"

George explained to Harry: "Never mind. Whenever Della says it, Fred always agrees."

Fred: "You can be our promotional ambassador! We can ask you to take some advertising photos!" Now George also thinks this is a good idea.

Harry was about to refuse, but Ron said, "Yes! Let them give you a VIP card! We can get a discount when we go to them to buy things in the future!"

Fred and George's performance at Harry's birthday party not only won them investment, but also countless customers.While on the Hogwarts Express, they received new orders.The twins took the opportunity to promote, and those who book now can enjoy a [-]% discount on the opening!

Moreover, they have launched a VIP card service, which can be discounted by [-]%.

Ron wanted one, but Fred wouldn't give it to him.

He felt that Della must have a card with the highest discount.

Harry began to hesitate. The twins' prank products were indeed very interesting, and he was very interested in a few of them.

Ron whispered to him, "That canary biscuit, and the quick skip candies, and the bait bombs, they're all very popular! I saw a seventh-year boy find Fred in the hallway and he wanted everything." Ordered a hundred! I must say, they really have a knack for it!"

But his brother obviously didn't intend to give him a few copies for nothing just because he was their younger brother.

"Even Mom would have to pay for it." Fred grimaced at him, "but if she'll make another big pudding cake covered in chocolate syrup I'll give it to her for nothing."

Ron gasped and said, "Mommy wouldn't want your . . . stuff!" and ran off before Fred could hit him.

"I want to buy some. But if you have a VIP card, then we can buy more!" Ron's words worked, and Harry finally agreed to shoot a commercial for Fred and George. Creevey.He is a Gryffindor, Muggle born, likes to play with the camera, he has a huge camera hanging around his neck every day, the most pictures he takes are of Harry, he is a fan of Harry.

When Colin heard that he was going to take a photo of Harry, he agreed immediately.

"We need to find a quiet place," Fred said. "Listen, I think the tenth floor is a good place."

George said: "We can also go outside, to the Quidditch pitch, and Harry can put on the Quidditch uniform. Then we can have two sets!"

Fred: "Three sets! Harry can also take a set in Muggle clothes! A school uniform, a Quidditch team uniform, and a Muggle suit!"

They talked passionately at the dinner table.

The next morning, the new schedule was issued.

Fred and George were both in seventh year, and their timetable said they were due to take their Advanced Wizarding Level exams in May.

"We don't have time to read this right now." Fred blew lightly on the notification sheet, stuffed it happily into his schoolbag, and made up his mind to ignore it.

"Wait." Della took the paper out of her bag and spread it out in front of Fred.

"Honey, I don't need it," said Fred sweetly.

"No, you do," Della said seriously, "I don't want a boyfriend who got ten O's (excellent) on his Advanced Wizarding Levels, but I don't want a boyfriend who got ten T's (terrible) - No matter how much money you make." Fred suddenly showed a shocked expression, and everyone at the long table laughed, and Ron whistled happily, obviously glad that Fred was going to be unlucky.

"Are you Hermione?" Fred said.

Harry looked up. "Hey, I don't think I'll get ten T's."

Hermione patted him sheepishly.

Fred begged Della, "Don't do this to me, Honey."

Della was unmoved, but she softened her voice: "Haney, don't give up so quickly. I believe in you. You do your homework seriously and never miss a class..."

"Actually, it's still missing. I never took a history of magic and divination seriously." Fred interjected in a low voice.

"As long as you take the test, you will definitely get a...a middle grade. Not bad, not bad, at least..." Della scanned the entire restaurant, and finally she found a suitable reference: "It won't be better than Marcus is worse." Marcus Delint, captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, was in his third year of repeating a grade, and he had been in seventh grade for three years.

Fred turned to look at Marcus, suddenly full of confidence in himself: "I've always suspected that he has troll blood." He shrugged, "Well, I don't think I will do too badly in the test."

George quickly said to Della: "Della, your request doesn't include me, right?"

Della shook her head.

George exaggeratedly rejoiced: "Great!"

Angelina walked over quickly. She walked among them and placed a piece of parchment in front of George, Fred, Katie, and Harry.

George held the parchment and said to Angelina who had already left, "Haney, good morning!" Angelina turned her head and nodded curtly at him.

Fred picked up the parchment: "What is this—" After seeing the chart on it, he shouted to Angelina: "This is not true!"

Angelina solemnly said to everyone staring at the parchment: "This is our training plan. It starts this afternoon."

Harry's parchment was circulated among Ron and Hermione, both of whom disputed the markings on it.

Ron's eyes widened: "They will train until 08:30 at night!"

Hermione put down the parchment. "Training starts at six o'clock in the morning on Saturday and Sunday." She shook her head.

Angelina seriously warned everyone: "You need to put in all your efforts! Squeeze every ounce of your energy! We must win this year's Academy Cup!!"

Everyone looked at each other.

Fred: "You seem to have given us time to sleep? How touching!"

George stomped on him and gave him a warning look.

Angelina ignored him: "We wasted last year! This year, we can't miss the opportunity!"

In the end, everyone had to agree with the training plan.In other words, no one is willing to provoke Angelina. She is the new Quidditch captain, and she needs to be respected by the team members. She is also a tall and fit woman, and men are willing to show a little gentlemanly demeanor at this time.At the same time, she is also very strong.

George warned his twin brother: "You don't want to try her fist."

Fred stared at him meaningfully: "It seems that someone has tried it."

George whispered to him, "After last year's Yule Ball..." He clutched his left side, "I almost thought I needed to see Madam Pomfrey."

Fred: "Oh..."

After a lively breakfast, the students went to the classroom one after another.

Della and Katie are sitting in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, which is different this year from last year.

"It's different every year," said a boy next to him.

"Because we have a new professor every year." A friend around him said.

Della took out the textbook from her schoolbag, a very thin one with silver patterns on the black back cover, the title of the book was "Whispers from the Abyss".

She flipped through the textbook again and said to Katie, "I can't figure out how he's going to teach a class like that."

Katie shrugged. "Me too. It's such a weird book."

After they bought the new book this year, of course they immediately flipped through the new book. This thin book with few pages made them feel relieved at first.But after Hermione saw it, they became worried again.

Della: "Is he going to tell us poetry?"

This book is not only thin, but also full of small poems, which are written in a strange and unreasonable manner.She couldn't understand anything.The strangest thing was that Hermione couldn't read it either.

"There are a lot of metaphors here, so many!" Hermione frowned and said, "I don't even know what books to read to know what the names of people and places in these metaphors mean!"

Ron immediately put the book aside, "Then I don't have to waste time!"

Hermione glared at him, and Harry said, "Aren't those people's names so strange?"

Hermione shook her head: "No. I guess the people or gods they refer to are not unfamiliar, but the poet who wrote the poems in order to avoid being found out what he was writing, and gave these names another nickname. Like... …The Dark Lord was called youkonwwho. In the days of these authors, there must have been some names that could not be mentioned."

When Sirius appeared, the Gryffindors applauded him, while the Slytherins were rather indifferent.

Sirius didn't care, and he didn't hide his bias - he sided directly with Gryffindor and winked at Della.

Instead of taking the book, he picked up the "Whispers from the Abyss" from a Gryffindor boy's desk, turned it over with disgust on his face, held it up and said to everyone: "This is the book I wrote when I was a child." I still have one at home, but forgive me, I really don't want to see it again. I have been forced to read this book since I was a child. I can recite everything in it, so I don't want to read it. Need to hold it and give you a lecture. I think this book is just right for you. It's short, not too dangerous, and informative enough. There's plenty of history and legend in it, and it explains Where things come from, why, and, if you want to learn a spell from it, it just gives some direction."

As he spoke, everyone started flipping through the books in front of them.

But no one, including Della, could see "historical stories and legends, the origin and cause of things, and spells" from it.

The Slytherins whispered to each other, but they became much more obedient in the rest of the class.

After Hermione also took this class, of course she immediately plunged into the library, borrowed a bag full of books, and read them non-stop every day.

Fred and the others had to train every day, Della could only see him at breakfast and in the lounge after dinner, and he was too tired to speak every time.

"We're going to have our first match soon," Fred said expectantly at the breakfast table. "Angelina said she would give us two days off before the match! Two days! We don't have to practice!"

George was sleeping next to him, and Fred pushed him up, urging him to eat at least two sandwiches, "Hurry up! You can sleep in the classroom!"

Della took over from him: naming items, pricing them, and perfecting the catalog.

She held the thick parchment and sat next to Hermione.

Hermione glanced up. "Sometimes I really think you and Fred are made for each other." She saw Della writing long product names, and the row was full of hair products.

"Really?" Della didn't even look up. She was trying her best to give each product a name that people liked and at the same time let people distinguish them from each other.

"Are their shops ready now?" Hermione asked.

"Not yet." Della shook her head. "They don't have enough merchandise. The assortment is uneven. People go into a store and of course expect to see all the merchandise they want to see in it. Fred says they're a prank shop." , then there should be all the prank toys in the store, not only the new products they invented, but also the mature products that have appeared on the market, they should not miss it."

Hermione: "I saw hair oil, hair dye, softener, lipstick, perfume, nail polish, rouge, eyebrow pencil, mascara..." Della understood her meaning and smiled.

Hermione raised her eyebrows, "It must be influenced by someone, right?"