Author: Muduoduomu

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Chapter 12. Love advent?

The evil Monday.

Harry was discharged today. Hermione and Ron went to pick him up early in the morning.

When Della was having porridge at the table, Fred sat down refreshingly, "here you are." He passed her the fried bacon in the distance.

She handed him a clean plate and had a glance to him, "finished your homework?"

He had a breezy whistle and began to take sausage. It made her stomach ache to see his plate lying on five pieces sausages, two fried eggs, two corncobs and a pile of French fries.

Boy's stomach was bottomless.

He also took two glasses, one for milk and one for orange juice, then sat down and started eating.

But she was full. She took out her schedule from her bag.

"What do you have this morning?" He turned and asked.

"Divination." She spread out her hand.

With no idea who arrange the schedule, Divination on the first class of Monday morning? Everyone would all asleep.

Thought it was a good lesson. Fred helped her a lot in course selecting at that time, she chose Divination under his guidance, since its homework was unnecessary to study, instead of your imagination. The exam was also very easy, free passed.

How could she give it up?

Fred always said he could finish his divination homework even when he slept with his eyes closed. This is no exaggeration, no matter how unreasonable you wrote, you could get a high mark. On the contrary, if you were too honest, you would get a low score.

Hermione called the professor of Divination an old liar.

…It's really unusual for her to be so mean. It's said that Professor Trelawney of Divination predicted Harry would die in their first class.

Harry was scared, while Hermione was mad.

To comfort her, Della showed her that her previous divination homework and explained what kind of course it was, which calmed down her much.

She didn't know if Hermione talked to Harry after that, she hoped he could feel relieved.

To be honest, Della kind of wanted Trelawney could do divination for her, because she remembered the professor was a genuine prophet.

When class was about to begin, Della packed her bag, got up and sent a goodbye kiss to Fred. "By the way, I can't find the Puffskein you gave me… How long is its life span? Will it have…" She was a little worried.

But Hermione said Crookshanks didn't eat Puffskein: "He hate things with fluff, which makes him cough all the time."

Then she started to worry about finding a crushed body of Puffskein under a shoebox or a pile of books.

Fred gave a deep hum.

She stopped and looked at him.

He cleared his throat and said to her, "did I tell you? Huffskein is self-breeding?"

"No!" Della glared at him and suddenly felt uncomfortable. "You mean, it's now… having children in somewhere?"

Fred began to inform her about it enthusiastically, "it has two genitalia, and can self-multiply. When it finds the environment is suitable, it will give birth to its baby. So it may hid under the bed or the corner of the closet, waiting to have babies. By the way, do you know where it was born?"

"I don't want to know!"

"From the mouth, it will spit out the babies…"

The whole cafeteria witness Della hit Fred with a bag full of books.

Fred was bending over the table and coughing at the plate, his brother George was like he didn't see it, talking with Angelina in a hot conversation. He even told Angelina not to worry: "My brother is very strong, like a bull. Hey, did I tell you…"

Della strode out of the restaurant just in time to meet Hermione, Harry and Ron, who had returned from the hospital wing.

"Oh, how are you?" She greeted Harry.

Harry replied at the corner of his mouth, "it's ok."

Della nodded, "then it's not good."

Hermione gave Harry a worried glance and said to Della, "let's talk later."

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The Divination class was as sleepy as ever.

Della had been talking with Katie, both of them didn't pay attention to what Professor Trelawney was talking about. As a result, when she suddenly appeared at their table, they were both a little flustered.

Trelawney: "Dear, what's in your cup?"

Katie picked up the cup and stammered, "emm, I saw, I saw… I miss one goal…" She shrugged, "I'm a Quidditch player, you know, if I lose one goal when I play, it's serious."

Trelawney turned to Della, "dear, what about you?"

"I saw Fred and I broke up." Della said deeply to the tea at the bottom of the cup.

There were a few snickers in the classroom.

"Don't be sad, at least you get a mental preparation."

Della nodded, "yes, I can beat him before that."

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In the evening, back to the common room, Della took out her divination homework and planned to finish it first. It's simple.

When she wrote her hair turned pink because of a spell mistake, Fred came back, still in a Quidditch suit.

After him, one by one, the players crawled in through the door.

All of them were exhausted.

Seeing Fred, Hermione, who was sitting next to her, left with her books in her arms and sat next to Harry. Harry didn't have a broomstick yet, so he couldn't go training. He was frustrated, sitting on the sofa seemed he was out of place. Ron was playing wizard chess with him and beat him to pieces.

With one look, Della was attracted by a scratch on Fred's face. "Did you fall down?" Fred hissed and shook his head, "no. It's too dark, I almost ran into Wood. Then he let us come back." They had been flying in the sky, even if nothing could be seen, they were still training.

For the sake of how upset Wood was after their last loss, no one complained.

This was Wood's last year, and players intended to help him do it before graduation, otherwise he would be poor.

He looked at the homework in front of her and said with a smile, "I'll show you mine."

It's a little fun for them to exchange their divination homework.

When he finished a bath and went down, she was writing in Thursday, looking for inspiration by reading the monster book. After all, how could so many accidents happened in school? She had to run into all kinds of monsters.

They switched to another double size sofa, he put homework on a small square table, other books on the ground.

He placed his homework in front of her, lapped her in his arms and said, "look, how's it?" Compared with her inspiration of all kinds of monsters, his was more fantastic, such as being smashed by a Muggle car falling from the sky, which was extraordinary.

"When will you take me out for a ride in this Muggle car?" She blew in his ear.

He, visible to eye, abruptly turned from a man to beast. It's no exaggeration. His breath suddenly became heavy, he was blushed, straight-eye, and about to launch himself to her.

It scared her to push him back!

She hastened to look around, made sure no one had noticed.

He also sat up straight, deliberately ignoring her side.

She put away her homework, now she was out of mood to write.

"You have been strange lately, what's up?" She asked.

It's so weird. In the past, they once shared a chocolate bar when playing games, but he didn't seem so easily titillated.

Fred rubbed his face hard, as if to get it back to its original shape. He took a few deep breaths and pulled another parchment out of his bag, "ok. I'll tell you."

She leaned over and found that it was their latest test schedule, in which a line was circled in heavy red colour.

She read: "…Amor...tentia?!"

She stared at him, "are you doing this?"

Fred raised his hands. "Hey, you'll learn that, too, in the Advanced Potion-Making of grade six."

"You're in grade five." She pointed out.

Fred: "Well… we're a little ahead."

Inspired by her perfume, Fred and George wanted to make a modified version, which had lighter efficacy and could be considered a small prank. They were adjusting the recipe.

"I've been surrounding by this smell recently, sometimes I feel like I'm going crazy." He covered his face and looked at her through his fingers.

"Why?" she was puzzled.

Fred smiled, criminally.

Her heart thumped.

"You're all over the place, I can smell your hair, your clothes, your hands and your mouth." He swallowed, Della sat back involuntarily, and began to complain the narrow sofa.

"I can still feel the touch of your hair, your smooth face…" He opened a hand, seemed unconsciously catching something. "And…" He puckered his face, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, looked up at her in a bitter smile, "that's it. You're driving me crazy."

"It's the potion that drives you crazy." She pointed out, surprisingly calm at this time — she had to be calm, one of them had to stay awake — "you smell too much Amortentia, which messed up your brain in my opinion. Stop it recently, do something else."

"Yes, we can do something else." He crumpled the parchment and stuffed it into his bag.

It was too dangerous to keep sitting here. Della took the books and ran to Hermione, squeezed into the middle of the trio.

"So, what are you talking about?" She asked cheerfully.

Ron muttered something, as if "it's none of your business", but he didn't dare to say it out loud.

Hermione said, "oh…" She looked at Ron and Harry. Ron didn't look up, but Harry nodded. Then she said to Della, "it's Hagrid."

"Hagrid?" Before she knew it, she didn't remember who he was.

Hermione: "Professor Hagrid."

"Oh," Della realized. "What happened to him?"

Hermione: "The hippogriff he raised, wounded Malfoy, might be executed. We are preparing a hearing and trying to save that poor magical creature."

Della nodded blankly, "of course, it's good. So, what can I do for you?"

"Emm…" Hermione looked at the book in her hand and pushed two copied to her, "here are all the cases of hippogriff over the years. We are looking for some useful information. Maybe you can help us."

—To read!

Della had to go ahead and said, "ok, I'll read them."

Harry and Ron also had two books in front of each other, Hermione had the most. Della just found out there were at least twenty books in front of her. "How can you read so many?"

Hermione shrugged, "I have enough time," and opened another one.

"If you have a boyfriend like Fred, you must have no time." Della muttered.

Harry and Ron exchanged a look and sniggered, but they kept secretly to Hermione.

Hermione flipped her eyes in a feint of anger.

Della made an apologetic grimace, resignedly opened the book and saw George talking to Angelina on the opposite sofa, they chatted to each other every day recently.

George must have made many potion, too…

Blimmy...