hp fat girl and george

The days after the start of school were as usual, the only thing that was a little bit wrong was that the professor of this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts seemed unusually reliable.

Dema, who has never taken a Defense Against the Dark Arts class since entering school, was deeply moved by this.At the same time, I pray that nothing will happen this semester.

...Although the biggest moth has escaped from Azkaban.

Delmar still spent most of her time in the library, because the presence of the dementors sounded the alarm in her heart, and she decided to practice the spell as soon as she could use her wand.

It was just the beginning of school, and there were very few people in the library. Dema liked this environment very much. He didn't even bother to go to the auditorium for dinner. He buried himself in books every day, waiting for snacks to fill his stomach at night.She happily decides.

Once again, George, who was not crowded in the cafeteria, frowned. He hurriedly stood up and packed a sandwich, an apple pie, and a glass of pumpkin juice, and quietly pulled Fred out of the corner to take out the Marauder's Map.

The little dot of D'Magreen stands out against a blank area of ​​the library.

After confirming the destination, George left.Fred had to roll his eyes behind him, and picked up the schoolbag he had left on the chair.

The sunlight from the library shone in in the afternoon, and the position of Dema was all golden yellow.In the rainy weather in the UK, Demar enjoys the feeling of the sun caressing her body.She sat up lazily and stretched.

As soon as he looked up, he happened to meet George's eyes.She quickly corrected her crooked sitting posture, and raised her hand to greet them both.

"Why are you two here?"

Delmar knew that the twins had their own secret base to develop new products, so she rarely saw them in the library.

lucky!She silently clenched her fist in her heart.

George came over and handed her the food in his hand.

"I heard from Angelina that you haven't eaten in time recently."

Dema held the hot and delicious food in the paper bag a little confusedly, and without thinking too much, he really felt a little hungry.

"Thank you, George." She was delighted to find her favorite apple pie in the package.

Fred on the opposite side raised his eyebrows and said doubtfully, "I wanted to ask last time. You seem to be able to tell us apart?"

Dema stuffed a mouthful of the sandwich and looked up at the two of them, then nodded.

twin:!

The twins were super surprised, after all, they were to such an extent that even Mrs. Weasley couldn't tell the difference.

"How do you tell?" Fred asked puzzled.

Dema smoothed the stuttering with pumpkin juice before speaking: "It's just... the feeling." In fact, the two of them have many subconscious little movements that are different. For example, George likes to touch his nose when he is nervous, while Fred She likes to pinch her ears... a lot, and although Demar can't remember every movement, she has paid too much attention to them throughout the past year, and she can tell George and Fred clearly just by feeling.

"... Awesome." The twins were dumbfounded.

Demar bowed her head and smiled sheepishly, and began to concentrate on solving her delayed lunch.

It was strange that the two of them didn't leave in a hurry after delivering the meal. George took a look at the book she had put aside.

"The Patronus Charm?"

Dema ate the apple pie contentedly and nodded, and said vaguely, "It's the spell used to deal with those dementors."

"Wow." The twins looked at the book she had taken notes together, and suddenly became interested in the Patronus Charm.Although they are all recovering well, the seemingly near-death encounter on the train a few days ago has left a deep shadow on several of them.

"The book says that the form of the Patronus Charm is different according to each person's experience. A well-practiced physical Patronus can drive away the dementors and possibly even eliminate them—although the possibility of eradication is very low. Dementors are Immortality in a sense..."

After eating, Dema slowly drank pumpkin juice while giving them some science.

"The secret of casting the Patronus Charm is happy memory, but it's too abstract and I don't quite understand it...I practiced it for a long time last year, but it didn't work. Call God to protect!" Dema waved her wand, and a ball appeared on the top of the wand Shapeless mist of silver.

The twins were very interested in this spell, and even Fred, who wanted to make new products before, sat comfortably and discussed with them how to use this spell.

—God knows why the three of them turned into an academic exchange venue when they got together.

They practiced for an entire afternoon, but there was still no progress. George and the others could at most emit silver mist, and Demar was also stuck at this step.Exhausted, they returned the books, walked out of the library, and headed straight for the auditorium.

Dema, who quickly took a big bite of the steak, regained his strength.

"What a difficult spell," Fred sighed.The three of them have been making magic props for a long time, and their grades in the spell class are much better than their peers, but they are still helpless with this spell.

Dema nodded, and the big golden curls that hadn't been combed carefully today curled up with her movements.

"It's a very advanced spell. We're only fifth graders, and we still have to practice it."

Delmar filled herself with another piece of apple pie, optimistically telling Fred not to worry.

George next to him was eating lamb chops while flipping through the notes on the Patronus Charm made by Dema.

"Derma," he called, pointing to a line in his notes. "What does this piece mean?"

The two of them were sitting next to each other, but Dema leaned over to see the words on the note clearly.A snow-white neck and profile appeared in George's sight.Demar brushed back her blond hair, which was in the way, and put it behind her ear.Smooth hair brushed George's arm holding the knife and fork.Her scent mingled particularly well with the scent of apple pie.

……Help.

George's eyes went dark, and he felt that the lamb chops he ate just now were burning his chest.

After reading the notes, Dema raised her head and was about to explain the text when she suddenly looked at George with a shocked face: "Merlin! You have a nosebleed George!"

George, who had red hair in a ball, covered his face, dragged his brother and ran out of the auditorium, and went straight to the medical wing.

He wanted to go too, but Dema, who didn't keep up with the two of them, stood there, blinking aggrievedly.

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