Author: Muduoduomu

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Chapter 5. A traveller who forgot the key clues

It was always happy to go back to Hogwarts.

Della supposed there's no one in the world would not like it.

It's a routine that came across ghosts while walking through the hallway.

The ghost of Gryffindor, Nearly Headless Nick, greeted Della fervidly, "Hi, Della. I heard you broke up again?"

He took a look at Fred, who came in after Della, was whispering to his twin brother George.

And he held Della's hand. Although neither of them looked at each other, no one would doubt that they were not a couple.

He shook his head and said to the Fat Friar next to him, "I knew they would not separate."

The Fat Friar said to Della, "if you can make it up tomorrow, we can finish our bet."

Della shook off Fred's hand. "Ok. We're still in break-up."

Then she jostled through the crowd and walked into the dining room.

Fred was dumped and found that Della disappeared. He looked up blankly, "what happened?" He looked around. Angelina rolled her eyes, pointed to the door of cafeteria. Fred dropped a line "see you later, bro", and rushed through the crowd.

As soon as Della sat down, Neville whispered to her, "they're betting on you."

"As though I don't know yet." Della whispered.

She already knew.

She thought they had lost interest in the betting. What really attracted people was the certain number for this break-up of Della and Fred. But she still remembered the last betting title was how many times they would break up before graduation.

Some people swore that they would break up and never contacted each other.

But some said they would get married as soon as they graduated, as the cases as the other Gryffindor's couples. No one would get away with the magic of getting married as soon as their graduation — if they were couples at school.

A girl around her — senior — seemed to want to ask her about Fred. She didn't want to repeat the story about whether they broke up or not, so she turned her head away. As Fred sat down next to her, the girl jerked her head back and said to the people around her, "see, I said they wouldn't break up."

"Damn! I had chip in."

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"Hi." A humid greeting came to her ears. His hand reached out with impertinently tucking a thing in her palm. "I said I would give you a fun."

A fluey, moving, warm thing.

"What's this?" She looked down. A ball of fluff, pink, which was a little bigger than an orange, was lying in her palm. It was trembling slightly as if fear.

"Oh," she let out a slight breath and touched its fluff. It was soft and warm!

"What's this?" The break-up had already gone to nowhere in her brain.

She leaned toward him as he did, with their cheeks against each other.

"A Puffskein." Fred stretched out a finger to touch it.

"It's pink!" She exclaimed, "did you dye it?"

"We made a small change." With a little bit arrogant, he said, "but we want to make more colours and smaller, this one is still big."

"May I have it?" She grinned and asked.

It's one of their successful subjects at this stage. It must be very, extremely important.

He and George treated their experiments more important than their little brother Ron. Ron once wanted to sneak into their room and make out what they were doing, but was given a good lashing by the twins.

Fred threatened Ron if he dared to peek at their experiment again or tell their mother, he would throw his underpants on the tower of Gryffindor.

It paled Ron's freckles in fright.

"Of course." Fred shrugged, although a slightly grudge could be seen from his eyes, he still looked into her eyes and went on, "here you are. It's a little noisy. You don't need to feed it, but to put it in the closet, it will eat spiders or other small insects."

He had a long time explaining about how to raise the improved version of this kind of magic small animals between harmful and beneficial.

However, her eyes were concentrated on his and his opening lips. She leaned in.

It's a mess around. Everyone was talking and no one would notice them.

His eyes seemed to be attached by her, and he lowered his head —

"Welcome back to Hogwarts." A voice from Professor McGonagall suddenly louder up serval times and reverberated in the dining room. "Please keep quiet, we're going to start the sorting. Everyone take your seat, please. I don't want to call his name."

But her sight was already catching on Della and Fred.

They had to bent straight and turn their heads in the opposite direction.

People on both sides of the long table were looking at them and laughing.

Della tucked the Puffskein into her robe, which made it happily jump in her robe when it came to a dark place. She held it tightly and felt it didn't have any weight, like a light fluff.

The sorting began.

It soon drew the attentions of people. It's also customary every year to guess which house a new student would go to.

Professor McGonagall began to call their names. The first-year stood at the bottom, were nervous and excited.

She saw Dick.

"We all thought you were going to be a Hufflepuff that year," Fred came up to her again and said, "I remembered you're dumbstruck by me on the train."

Her foot moved menacingly on his.

Fred was not stepped on, but he scented the pain. He warily moved the toe away from Della's foot.

One by one, as the name called, unsophisticated children stepped onto the stool.

Fred began to feel bored. He made sounds by messing the toffee in his pocket and pulled out one of it to ask Neville friendly, "want one?" Her foot found his under the table and trod on heavily!

"Ouch!"

A shrill scream came from the dining table of Gryffindor, which grabbed all the sights from those who were attracted by sorting.

Fred stood on one foot in front of the table.

His twin brother George, two people apart him, was guffawing badly with arms on his stomach.

The professors and the headmaster also looked over.

Professor McGonagall: "Thank you for dubbing for us, Mr. Weasley."

Fred gasped, reacted quickly. "Nice, brilliant, excellent." He clapped and looked around.

Everyone laughed and some of them gave him thumbs up.

Della lowed her head and sniggered. Sometimes she really fancied Fred for that.

"Now sit down, please, Mr. Weasley." said Professor McGonagall, "please don't bother us anymore."

"Of course, professor. Never again." Fred sat down quickly.

Then he stared at Della fumingly. Neville realized there might be a big war, he gave them a wide berth nervously.

"You can invent a small gadget that allows people to experience the feeling of being trod on the toe when they are punished." Della whispered.

Fred's eyes brightened, he promptly had a few spells in his brain, which calmed down his anger a lot. When he remembered he was still in rage, he was no longer angry.

"You know, you can't always do that to me," he said in grievance, "you trod me too hard."

Della: "You can't play your prank at this time!"

"It's the proper time that makes it more effective." Fred replied formally.

"It can't be Neville either! He's so timid. You should look for someone who's bold."

Fred shook his head: "You girls always take good care of weak as mothers. But I think that's what Neville needs! You know, prank can quickly close the gap between people, that's what it does. If Neville comes in a few times, he'll soon become popular."

Della: "No! It could only make him fear school! He would fear the normal communication between classmates! You'll turn him into a laughingstock, or an apple of party. Everyone is keen to make fun of him instead of caring if he can bear it."

People around watched the couple quarrel again.

They nearly drew the attention of Professor McGonagall.

Angelina said, "Della, your brother finished the sorting!"

"Sorry?" Della suddenly pulled herself together and saw Dick had come to Gryffindor. "I knew…" before she could give him a smile, Dick ran over her, spat at her and sat down at the end of the long table.

Della: "…" if it wasn't in sorting, she would have caught the boy and taught him keep his tongue in his mouth.

Fred showed her a toffee. "Does your brother like sweets?"

She looked at the toffee: "I think he likes it."

After the sorting, the food came out on the long table. At dinner time, a news spread on the long table, accompanied by a Daily Prophet.

"So you can't deny this little thing is very useful occasionally." Fred proudly took out the toffee and put it in a small bowl. He fed all the Mints humbugs in the bowl to Puffskein, which made it smelled like mints. Its body looked like a stomach and began to wriggle slowly. The sound of chewing hard candy could be heard.

"I admit it's good for revenge, or making merry occasion on the party, also not bad for punitive games." She said, holding Puffskein and looking at it, "will it grow bigger?"

"No," Fred said, "it will forever like it."

He carefully hid the crystal bowl with toffee behind the big plate.

She glared at him, but the people around her — Angelina and Neville — both found that the sweets had something wrong — so even if someone was curious, no one really took it.

Fred was a little disappointed.

"You can take one by yourself. Maybe someone will like the effect." She suggested he come first.

Fred shook his head. "George and I had taken turns experiencing, but we need more samples."

She immediately said: "If you dare to cheat me to eat it, I'll really break up with you. Mark my words."

Fred sighed in disappointment.

At this moment, a newspaper clipping passed from other table, Fred cast a glance and threw it away.

"Wait, what's it? I haven't seen it yet." She stooped to pick it up. He stopped her and said, "nothing. Dad told us, it's about a fugitive. But he'll be caught soon."

"A fugitive…" Della gasped, unhappily.

She still had no idea about how to deal with one of the big challenges of Fred, that's his inevitable death. The meant she needed to kill Voldemort first.

…It's too hard for her.

She once thought about writing to Headmaster Dumbledore, but the Muggle postmen in her place didn't come. Besides, she didn't know how to address him through the Muggle postmen.

It's feasible to write with an owl, but she didn't remember the exactly places of the Horcruxes were. The only clue she remembered was the locket, after all, this clue was written through a whole book. Although it was still a fake one, she was very impressed. She omitted all the other contents of Horcruxes finder, since she was only interested in the affection between Harry Potter and Hermione — yes, until the end of the seventh book, she had always believed Harry and Hermione would be a couple in the end, especially after Ron fell behind and they fled together, she thought the couple would be Harry and Hermione finally!

…As a result, well, she was disappointed.

Therefore, she really couldn't remember how Harry triumphed the Dark Lord.

She looked at Fred, the boy with light in his eyes. Although he made her annoyed, he did not mean it — it was the most irritating thing.

She would do her best to save him. Even if they would truly break up in the future.