Author: Muduoduomu

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Chapter 3. The way to ask forgiveness to girlfriend

It's always a mess before school started.

The Bush family had three children going to Hogwarts this year.

The eldest son Hans, was in Hufflepuff; the eldest daughter Della, was the only Gryffindor in the Bush family; the second son Dick, just received an owl letter last week, and his family was keen to guess which house he would belong to.

The living room and dining room were filled with the stuff they needed to bring to school, such as books, school robes, cauldrons, scales, etc. —Some of them were as new as when they were bought.

On sofa, there lay three stacks of books.

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"Gryffindor, of course, Gryffindor." Hans said, "he's not like a Hufflepuff. He's too troublesome."

"I agree with you," said Lucy. She gazed at her little son in the way she judging a pumpkin was perfect or not, "he really looks like a Gryffindor."

As the father of the family, the symbol of authority, Jack, a patrimonial Hufflepuff, was recalling whether there was any Gryffindor in his family tree. "I remember, one of my aunts married a Gryffindor…"

Lucy: "but it has nothing to do with you, honey. The child of your aunt is not Bush. I think it's all blame to Della."

All of them looked at their eldest daughter, eldest sister and eldest sister.

She was the first Gryffindor in the family, then Dick, who was born behind her, also looked like Gryffindor.

"Don't worry, mom." Della mollified her worried mother, "Gryffindor are easy to get along with. They're informal, they won't complain even Dick hasn't change socks for a month."

"God…" Lucy held her heart. She felt more worried.

After supper, Della and Lucy cleaned the table together. Lucy said, "honey, don't help me, go and pick your luggage. The living room is full."

Della had to come out, and saw Jack sitting with Hannah in his arms on the sofa in full of stuff. The wizard radio in front of him was singing. Actually, after listening for a long time, she conceded the music was brilliant and the lyrics were very interesting.

In the package of the living room, Della found her new books, new school robes, new parchment, new ink and new quills. Jack saw her arms full of things and said: "I'll take them for you. What about your brothers? They should also come and pick these things up."

"I don't know, but I don't think you have to worry about it," Della replied, "they won't clean up until the morning of departure."

"It's better to have a girl, neat." Jack sighed.

Della was ashamed to agree with him.

Her room was at the end of the corridor. There were her room, Hans's and Dick's upstairs. Hannah was too young, still lived with Jack and Lucy. When she was ready to Hogwarts, there would be another room for her.

Jack took the stuff to the door of her room, while Della held the door from him. "Dad, here we are. I can take them by myself."

Jack understood the shyness of the girl. He put the things on the floor. "Ok, here you are, my lovely little princess."

Della raised her face to get a kiss on her cheek. When Jack went down, she pushed the door. The light went on with a bang, illuminated the room clearly.

She kicked in the new books on the ground, glanced at the table and bed where there were no space, then put all the stuff on the ground.

Let's packing.

Firstly, she needed to drag the suitcase out of the bed. This one was bought in the summer of the first year to Hogwarts. It's very large and beautiful. It's bronze leather, and said to be dragon-hide from the seller, but it must be fake. Dragon-hide should be more expensive. On the top, it's decorated with copper nails, belts, as well as dragon's tooth shaped clasps. It was specially chose by her, which looked like a treasure chest of pirates!

It's nothing bad except a little heavy.

She pulled it out from under the bed, opened it, and found that there were books and notes from last year, unused ink and quills, as well as a hair clip she thought had been left in school, which was used to clip her unruly curls, effectively making her hair carefully combed.

She took out the ink bottle first, surprised to find it didn't dry nor spill. Quills also looked new. It has not been written many times, and didn't ink much on the tip of the pen. The feather was still white. It can completely pretend to be a new pen.

She put those two things next to the newly bought ink and quills, then planned to take them back to school together.

She picked up the hair clip, turned over the corners of the suitcase, and make sure that they were all found. Then she put them in the old sock with only one left. This pair of socks were lovely, but the other one can not be found. After washing, she thought it was a pity to throw it away. Now it's good to temporarily keep the hair clip, in this way she's not afraid to lose it.

she took out the old books, threw the useless ones on the ground, and put back the ones she needed.

After that, she put the new textbook and stationery in. The opening of the ink bottle was wrapped by magic tape to avoid leakage. The quills were also put into the pen bag.

Then come to her notebook. She bought a new one this time to take notes at school. It was a lovely one.

Finished above, she put in the fruit gummy, Chocolate Frogs and Bettie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, which were the most important spiritual food after she went to school! Although Hogwarts had a great cafeteria, there was no snack except at the table. She's in fourth grade this year and started from last year she can go to Hogsmeade on weekends, but it's still far from now. Besides, it depended to her pin money when she got there.

Finally, came to her new dress!

Her school robes were a little short. She was kind of embarrassed when she wore them last year, but considering to wear new ones at the beginning of school, she refused Lucy to buy her new robes at Christmas.

The previous robes were washed-out, while the new ones were so smooth and glossy. She put her school robe on her shoulder and turned around in front of the mirror, when the door was knocked.

"Who?" she asked. "It's me." It's Hans.

She threw the school robe on the bed and went to open the door, but tightly held it, went out with only a head space and tiptoed to prevent Hans from peeping into her room.

"What's up?" She asked warily, "all my pin money is used up. I can't lend you."

Hans rolled his eyes. "I'm not here to borrow money from you, I just want to ask you…" He whispered, "will you and Fred make up?" "No." Della replied firmly.

He let out a disappointed sound and asked again, "well, what should I say when they ask me?"

"You don't need to reply!" Della glared.

Hans too. He couldn't do it like that. When people asked him, he always answered. He just wanted to ask Della what she wanted him to reply then.

Della knew his brother well. She took a deep breath: "you can reply them you don't know."

Hans: "I… I don't know?" Would it work?

"Say you don't know, you don't know anything!" She said heavily, then slammed the door.

Hans didn't dare to knock the door anymore. Actually, he also wanted to ask if Della had any quills. He didn't know where did he put them since he can't find a single one now.

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Soon it came the day of departure, but Della couldn't find her new ten pairs of socks! She scrounged around on her bed, desk, but found nothing. She also went to sofa in the living room but found a new quill. She took it and went on looking around. She even asked the family if they saw a small paper bag, "It's my new socks inside." She didn't want to wear the old ones again. In the new semester, everything should be new.

Hans shook his head and said, "No. Do you have the 'One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi'? I can't find mine."

Della also shook her head. "No. My books have been packed for a long time. Does this quill belong to you?" "Yes, finally!" Hans was ecstatic to find it at last! "Where did you find it? I bought three, but none of them are found!"

Della: "on the sofa."

Then Hans went to find his quills on the sofa.

Jack had changed his clothes, but his favourite earthy yellow bow tie was gone. He turned it out in the laundry basket, it was crumpled. He was looking into the mirror and trying to pull it flat, when he saw Dick running up and down stairs, he asked, "Dick, have you packed your suitcase?"

Dick had rushed into the kitchen, left the voice behind, "Almost!"

Lucy made sandwiches for them, packed cookies and tucked them into the coat pockets of Della and Hans. "We're leaving. It's half past ten! Are you all ready?" "I'm ready." Della replied. "But I can't find my new socks. Mom, if you find them, could you send them to me?"

Lucy: "ok, honey."

"Mom, I have two books missing," Hans added, "if you see them anywhere, please send them to me as well."

Lucy: "of course, what books are they? You'd better write down the names, or I can't remember."

Then Hans went to the kitchen counter to write the titles of his books. He couldn't find a pen nor paper, so he wrote it on a jam bottle. "So that mom won't forget it."

"Good idea." Della approved.

At this time, Jack clutched Dick and his large suitcase and said, "you're going to be late — mind you, I won't let you put the broomstick in!"

Lucy: "Broomstick? Did you just want to take the broomstick? But you said you left your whistle in the broomstick cupboard!"

Obviously, it's not a whistle.

Lucy had no time to give her little son a talking-to: They were going to be late.

They lined up in front of the fireplace, dusted the Floo powder one by one, and flew to London Railway Station.

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London Railway Station was full of people every day and every moment. Everyone was hectic, and in a hurry, with heavy luggage to catch the train.

The Bush family pushed the cart, Lucy and Hannah followed. Dick was still complaining: He didn't bring the sandwich and biscuit Lucy made for them. He felt he had suffered a loss.

"You're going to give me something. We should all have it." He said to Della and Hans.

As Della raised her palm, he turned to pester Hans.

Hans shook his head, "no. If I give some to you, it's not enough for me. You can buy snacks on the train. I remember you have pin money."

In Lucy's arms, Hannah ask curiously, "are the snacks on the train delicious?"

"It's not bad," Della replied. "They have homemade Cauldron Cakes. It's very large and good tastes."

Hannah turned to Lucy: "I'd like the Cauldron Cake, too."

Lucy replied, "I'll cook it for you when I get home. I'll make a large one."

They walked across the Platform 9 and to the wizard railway station and saw the Hogwarts Express. There were more than one train a day. It's said that some trains can cross the ocean, but Della never took them. She hoped she could take the train cross the ocean one day.

Today, here were all Hogwarts students in school robes and their parents accompanying.

Dick saw boys around his age, some of them had toads on their hat. He remembered that he didn't have a pet. "I don't have a pet. You didn't buy me one. Everyone has a pet."

Della: "I don't."

Hans: "Neither do I."

Both were happy to be against with their little brother.

Jack lovingly ruffled Dick's little head. "You want that?" He pointed to the toad, "It's gross."

For the little boy, the gross things were the good things — that was, what others didn't dare to have, but they did — that was what heroes did.

Dick took the chance, "I've seen it in the pet shop. It can grow even bigger than the largest pot at home!"

Della let out a disgusting sound, "Er…"

Hans gave a whoop but didn't sound repelling.

Della eyed Hans. She never thought his taste was the same.

Hans turned to Della and whispered, "I used to want one to raise it."

"Then why didn't?" Della asked him in a low voice. Hans: "I was too excited that time to go shopping in Diagon Alley, so I forgot about it." Year by year, he didn't fancy a toad anymore. It's mainly because he's an elder boy. It's babyish to have a toad covered mucus as a little boy liked. He should prefer something match his age, such as Quidditch — but he was not a big fan of Quidditch. He can't play it, nor did well in riding broomstick.

They began to say goodbye. Lucy kissed each child one by one as Jack hugged each child. Della and Hans kissed their little sister.

Della clutched Dick, who wanted to run away, and asked him to say goodbye to Hannah. "Say you'll miss her and bring her a Christmas present, and ask her what she wants."

Being escorted by Della, Dick stood on tiptoe in front of Hannah and repeated the above words.

Hannah said: "I fancy stars. I heard there are stars on the ceiling of Hogwarts!" "That's all fake! Only a little fool like you will believe it… Ouch, well, ok. I'll bring one to you, so remain an anticipant to Christmas." Dick replied.

When Della let him go, he slipped aside and rubbed his neck. He tattled to Jack: "She pinched me!"

His father consoled him, "yes, women's nails are extremely sharp, you'll get used to it."

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Finally, they had to get on the train.

Dick cheered and pulled his luggage rocketed upward first. It was so light that Della suspected it was empty.

Hans insisted her sister to get up to the train first, he came later to say goodbye to parents.

Della followed as his wish. After the last goodbye kiss to them, she climbed into the train with her luggage and began to find an empty carriage. Dick had already going nowhere.

She firstly met Hermione Granger. "Hi, Della. Girls are all over there."

"All right, thank you." Della thanked her then dragged her suitcase on. All the people in the passing carriages and walked up to her pointed at her when she passed by.

At first Della greeted to them, "Hi, Ginny."

"Hi, Dean."

"Hi, Parvati."

At last, she stopped saying hello, dragged her suitcase forward, dashed to the front in a breath. There were empty carriages and nobody's here. She got into an empty one, put her luggage above her head, took a breath, sat down and waited for the train moving.

The train shook. It looked like a giant had to make effort as he's ready to stand up.

Then it started to move, slowly drove out of the platform and began to speed up. The view outside the window also changed, from the spire in the distance to the green mountains and bule sky.

After the movement of the train, students began to go out of the carriage and look for friends.

Della shared a dormitory with three other girls at school. They were usually very close, but she didn't want to face them so quickly — they must have heard about the breakup, and they would definitely ask her.

But she didn't want to reply, nor explain.

She hoped no one would come to bother her.

Yet it backfired.

Fred passed the carriage, looked inside and saw her, he bent down — he was too tall —put his face on the window, chortled at her, looked around before opened the door.

"Hi, you're here. I've been looking for you for a long time. I have something special for you!" his hand hid in his pocket, mysteriously.

Della — in fact, didn't meet Fred after what happened that day. She just threw the words to his brother, "To tell Fred we're done", and ran away.

After that, she thought it's not necessary to repeat the declaration of separation to the proper person. Wasn't it good to just go through? They all should be calm about the breakup.

That's mature.

However, since she didn't officially break up, when Fred came to her like usually he did before and showed her his new tricks, she couldn't bring herself to refuse him.

So she kept silence against his passion — he should have understood they had broken up.

That's why she's so indifferent.

Fred took a handful colourful toffee from his pocket. He blinked at her, took one out, peeled off the sweet wrapper, then put inside his mouth and grinned at her, made faces and winked.

Della: "Are you showing me how to eat candy?" Fred spat the candy to his palm. "It must be something wrong with it." Then he rubbed the candy with his tongue: "It should have worked."

Afterwards, he felt the swelling of his tongue. It's coming out of his mouth! He pointed at his tongue excitedly, which had promptly reached to his knees, "Woohoo!"

See? He made it!

Della: "…"

Her previous taste… may have problem.

Fred, with his long tongue sticking out, was in high spirits. This was the most successful snacks they had invented — although its success rate was low — but the formula would be determined soon! Once it was done, they could mass produce it!

His eyes were light and bright with excited, while his tongue had grown to his feet as his saliva streamed to everywhere.

Della: "How do you take it back? Do you want to drag it out of the train? You may need a cardboard to tell others what you want to say in this way, or no one can understand."

Fred gestured an "OK" to her, rolled the wrapper and tucked it into his mouth, which had been blocked by his thick and long tongue. After a while, his tongue slowly retracked back.

He rubbed his uncomfortable chin, took out his handkerchief to wipe the saliva off, then he took out the toffee and put them on the small table. "You can take these to trick others, they would be fooled." He pushed the sweet forward Della.

Della: "I don't hate people that much." She thought a while and added, "except you."

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George was waiting for his brother in the carriage. When he saw Fred come back, he immediately asked: "How's it going? Have you made up? Does she like toffee?" Fred was not sure: "I don't know. She likes it. She took all the sweet."

George: "Then why are you so upset?" Fred: "Well… I may have to be careful to any food Della put into my mouth afterwards."

"Wow!" George's eyes widened.

Fred: "Besides, she asked me what if accidentally threw the sweet wrapper."

"Wow!" George's eyes widened even much bigger,

Fred: "I think we need to change the formula to prevent people from throwing away the wrapper by accident, so they have no antidote."

George nodded cautiously. "It makes sense." He thought about it and went on, "I have an idea, our potential customers could be lovelorn boys and girls. What do you think? We need to develop some products in this field. It would be popular!"

Fred gave a high five: "Good idea!"