Della Bush's Love Story

It's almost Christmas, and no one at school has ever looked forward to Christmas so much.

"I'm going home," Della told Fred. "I don't want to be in school this year."

Fred nodded. "We're all going back. No one in seventh grade has signed the detention list, and no one wants to see that pink toad at Christmas."

Della asked Hermione, Harry and Ron, and both Hermione and Ron planned to go back, but Harry was a little hesitant: "Sirius suggested that I stay at Hogwarts."

Ron yelled, "Why?"

Harry shook his head. "That's what he said. He said he probably wouldn't go back at Christmas, and he wouldn't be safe leaving me alone at the Blacks. And you know, I wouldn't be welcome back at the Dursleys." Christmas."

Ron said, "Then you go to my house. Mum will be happy." He said to Hermione, "You come too, and you can bring your parents."

Hermione shook her head apologetically at her boyfriend, "No, Christmas is a time for our family to reunite, and we're all going to my aunt's."

Harry smiled at her and said, "It's all right, I'll be fine at Ron's."

Ron promises: "Mum will make tons of cakes, every day since the day I got home!"

At night, all three of them were scrambling to do their potions homework.

Della asked Fred, "Do you know what's going on?"

Fred shook his head and gave her a biscuit, "It's from my mother." He called to Ron, "Ron, do you want some?" Ron got up from the small table, came over and took a few to share. To Hermione and Harry.

George: "Why are you so active? Sudden interest in potions?"

Hermione glared at Harry and Ron angrily, but said nothing.

Neville explained for them: "Professor Snape is very difficult to talk today. He seems to have not slept well for several nights. The dark circles under his eyes are very severe. He is going crazy. Harry and Ron were talking while making potions, and he Then they got angry, and then Hermione helped them make potions, and Snape assigned extra homework for them, and asked them to hand it over to his desk before class tomorrow morning, otherwise fifty points would be deducted from each of them. "

Della immediately asked, "Is it difficult?"

Hermione didn't raise her head, and wrote like a fly, "It's not difficult. It's just that there are too many things to write. Professor Snape asked us to recount the characteristics of South American plants, and he asked us to write more than [-] kinds."

Ron said worriedly: "There are more than twenty kinds! But there are only seven kinds in the textbook!"

Harry pushed the book in front of him. These were selected by Hermione, because the three of them couldn't write exactly the same, so they were very likely to be called back by Professor Snape, so they had to find out nearly sixty kinds of books. South American magic plants will do.

"Wow," Della said sympathetically, "that's awful."

They didn't finish writing until one o'clock in the morning. After going to bed in a hurry, they rushed to the cellar with their homework early the next morning.

When the three of them returned to the restaurant, they saw Umbridge taking roll call.

"Della Bush, 89 points." Umbridge shook her head, she always intentionally squeezed her voice thin, imitating the voice of a little girl, very harsh, "Lovely girl, stand up for everyone to see. You're the one with the highest score so far."

There was silence throughout the restaurant.

Harry and the others sat down quietly, and Hermione asked the people around her in a low voice, "What's going on?"

Della had already stood up, she raised her head and glared angrily at Umbridge above.

Parvati whispered, "Umbridge graded us all, and she sent us all to her after class to get the grade sheet, and now she's reading the names of... the worst students."

Hermione asked warily, "She graded us... what grade?"

Parvati: "It is to judge whether we are a good student. She judges us from many aspects, our grades, homework, the professor's impression of us... But the most terrible thing is if I sue us, or say that we Neville also scored very high in front of Della, he has more than sixty points."

"Sixty-five points," said Dean Thomas. "I guess the next high score would be the Weasley twins. They have so many violations of school rules that Filch has."

"Fred Weasley, George Weasley." Umbridge looked down tenderly. "Lovely boys, stand up and let everyone see who has scored 140 points."

Fred and George stood up proudly and said, "Both of us have 140 points?"

"It's not fair, the last time I stuck the colored double-sided tape on the escalator on the third floor, didn't you give me an extra point?"

Umbridge's smug look disappeared, she stared at them grimly, and said loudly: "Oh? It seems that someone turned himself in, so George Weasley, I can add it to you now, you have other violations Do you want to confess?"

George shrugged: "Of course I have, and I'm not George Weasley, I'm Fred. But why should I tell you? You pink toad."

"He's right, I'm George," Fred said in coordination with his twin brother.

Umbridge was as angry as a frog, her chest heaving. "Say that again? What did you call me?"

Fred and George looked at each other and shouted at her together, "You disgusting pink toad!"

Umbridge drew his wand!

However, the next moment, the wand in her hand was knocked into the air.

Della stood up, visible to all, with a wand in her hand.

Umbridge was both angry and very excited: "Aha! Now everyone saw it! You attacked me! You pulled out your wand at the Ministry of Magic senior investigator! I want you to get out of here !!"

The door of the restaurant opened suddenly, and Dumbledore walked in. He strode forward, smiling, and politely said to the stunned students and Umbridge above, "No."