Della Bush's Love Story

Umbridge lay in the hospital wing for a day before waking up, and when she awoke, Headmaster Dumbledore happened to be beside her, reassuring her that she was not seriously injured.

Umbridge screamed, "I'm under attack! It's... it's an attack on the Ministry! It's an attack on the Minister! I'm a High Inquisitor sent by the Minister..." She felt sick all over. !Her back was hurting, her head was hurting too, and it wasn't just an accident like Principal Dumbledore said!

"Who attacked me? There must be a murderer! I'm going to send the Aurors! I'm going to throw the murderer into Azkaban!" Umbridge screamed.

Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped them, "We didn't find the murderer. This is a magic castle, it has existed for 1000 years, until now, even I am often amazed by its magic. It is very likely It's a wind blowing through the window..."

"Wind?!" Umbridge screamed. "You mean, a wind came from nowhere and knocked me down?" Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at her sincerely. "That's a corridor , it happened that the wind was very strong that day..."

"I will never accept this explanation! I will never let this matter go easily! You just wait! I will report to the Minister immediately!" Umbridge didn't want to stay here for even a second, she struggled to get down He got off the hospital bed, pushed Madam Pomfrey away, and returned to her office angrily.

Madam Pomfrey took the medicine and said to Dumbledore, "She hasn't taken the medicine yet, so her head won't stop hurting!" Dumbledore was deeply regretful, "I think, if her head still hurts, She may come back to you, and then please pour her another cup of medicine."

Madam Pomfrey said: "That's what I do, don't worry, headmaster. If she comes back again, I'll give her medicine."

Dumbledore said gently, "Thank you, Poppy." He said, "Oh, and I'm going to remind the students that our Senior Inquisitor has been released from the hospital, she seems unharmed and in good spirits .”

Della, the "hero", is being celebrated in Gryffindor Tower.

"I've wanted to hit her!" Fred held up his butterbeer. "Why didn't you tell me? This kind of thing should be left to boys."

Hermione, Angelina, Katie, and Ginny all made noises.Evidently none of them agreed with what he said.

"No, you can't do it!" Della said firmly. "If you do anything to Umbridge... I'll break up with you!" She picked a relatively serious threat.

Fred was at a loss: "...Are we talking about that pink toad?" He looked around, apparently the people around him were as puzzled as he was, "I thought you were talking about Dick or Hana ?”

Della shook her head. "I wouldn't break up with you if you hit Dick."

Dick, who was sitting opposite, made an unhappy beep, but he didn't speak, he felt that his sister and her friend were discussing something cool and big!He wants to participate and doesn't want to be kicked out right now.So tonight he is the most obedient and well-behaved brother.

"If it's Hana...I'll make you bald until Hana forgives you." Della thought about it carefully, and felt that this treatment was just right.

Fred put down his beer, "So, you won't break up with me because I hit your brother and sister, but because I'm going to shoot a pink toad - I have to say, I haven't done it yet, just have this Thoughts, and you're the one who did it first—you're breaking up with me?" He pulled Della's face toward him. "Explain, Honey, you have more secrets than I can get. Why did I hit the pink one?" The consequences are more serious for a dirty toad?"

Hermione also interjected. She leaned forward and stared at Della: "Although I don't approve of your attack on the senior investigator of the Ministry of Magic, seriously, why did you do it?" She pointed at Della, " Don't say you just do it when you see her, we have known each other for five years, I mean, you have never been an impulsive person." She looked around and said, "If Ron did this today, That's normal. But if it's you, it's not normal at all."

Ron couldn't help but said, "I didn't know I was so brave in your eyes?" He was a little proud?

Fred glared at him. "Forget it, Hermione means your head never thinks that much. It's not that you're brave. You have nothing to do with being brave."

Della also found that today she could not expect her friends and lovers to let her go with a few words.

But she couldn't tell them either.

She lowered her head and started stuffing biscuits into her mouth.

This uncooperative attitude is of course very irritating.At least Hermione was angry, and she turned red and white with anger, watching Della both angry and sad.

"I thought, I thought we were at least friends! If you need help, or advice, we can at least help! I can help! I mean...I think I'm pretty credible! And you don't believe me? "She obviously couldn't accept not being trusted by Della.

Seeing this scene, Fred said, "Maybe Haney is only willing to tell me one person?" He pulled Della up, picked up the plate of biscuits she was eating non-stop, and took her hand out of the circle of friends , changed a place.

They stepped out of the crowd and chose a quiet and small place to sit down.

Fred returned the biscuit to her: "Here. I'll get you another drink."

He served her a butterbeer.

Della continued to fill her mouth.

Fred watched her stuff handfuls of biscuits into her mouth and said, "Listen, I won't ask any more. You can eat slowly."

Della stopped, her mouth was still full of biscuits, and she chewed on them. These milk-flavored alphabet biscuits are so delicious.

Fred handed her the butterbeer: "Here."

She took it and took a big sip, feeling that her mouth was not so dry.She had never tried stuffing so many biscuits in one breath before, and she didn't expect it to be so delicious.

Fred saw that she was still eating the biscuits, but with a relaxed expression on his face, "Delicious?"

"Very delicious." Della fed him a handful, "Try filling your mouth and chewing together."

Fred's mouth was much bigger than hers, and he could fit more biscuits into it.The two finished a plate in an instant.

Fred chewed and nodded while spraying biscuit crumbs: "Indeed, it tastes better this way. I'll go get another plate." He came back with another plate, followed by George, who came because he was worried , but saw that both Fred and her had their mouths stuffed with biscuits, and they couldn't speak, and a new plate was brought over and stuffed into their mouths so desperately.

He suddenly realized: "Which one of you can eat more cookies in one sitting?"

With her mouth occupied, Della couldn't explain that they were not competing in such a boring match.But Fred had already nodded. "That's right!" he said, spraying biscuit crumbs.

With an expression of "brother, this game is very good, you deserve to be my brother!", he nodded and went back to tell everyone.

Soon, the game of "who can eat the most biscuits in one sitting" spread quickly in the Gryffindor common room.Although there were no prizes, everyone still enthusiastically invested in it.

When Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall came in, there were biscuits and biscuit crumbs falling on all the tables and sofas, and there were stacks of silver plates everywhere. It seemed that the elves at Hogwarts took the whole kitchen The biscuits are delivered.The air is filled with the sweet aroma of biscuits.

"Oh!" Dumbledore happily picked up a biscuit finger from the silver plate next to it, took a bite, and happily said to Professor McGonagall: "It seems that everyone is hungry."

With a dark face, Professor McGonagall rejected the biscuits offered by Dumbledore.She scanned the messy sofas and carpets, the flesh on her cheeks swelled and danced.

until a student sees them.

Neville spat out a mouthful of biscuit crumbs, coughed and shouted to inform everyone: "Principal Dumbledore! Professor McGonagall!"

All the students in the common room turned their heads.

"puff--"

"Cough! Cough-cough-cough!"

"Water...give me water..."