Author: Muduoduomu

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Chapter 23. The scale of love

Fred used a headscarf as a mask. He stood in front of the mirror and looked carefully. Then he pulled off the colourful headscarf.

"It's stupid."

Now the Weasleys' boys were here, Bill and Charlie, the eldest two, were apparently very interested in the scene of the little brother's making a fool of himself.

"Don't worry. Go out and have a look. Everyone is very strange." George said.

Fred said, "yes, I see. But the face of Irishman is green."

"And you are red, how Gryffindor." Said George.

Charlie also stood in front of the mirror and held Fred's shoulder: "It's ok, bro. People will envy you, especially when you're holding Della."

Bill comforted his brother, too. "Relax, it's nothing. Go out and smile. No one will take it seriously."

Fred wasn't torn for a long time. After he went through, he decided to go out and have a look.

Then he found out that the girls were all gone.

George said, "Della is probably afraid that you are angry. She and her friends went to fetch the water."

Fred began to feel guilty.

He ran out to look for Della, determined that no matter who looked at his face, he would not care!

He called out to his brother, "George."

George: "No, thank you. I don't want to be misunderstood."

The other brothers sniggered.

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This was obviously a wizard's carnival.

Della had never seen so many wizards and witches together. She had always thought that wizards were rare, but there were at least tens of thousands of people in front of her.

She saw all kinds of skin and heard all kinds of languages. She didn't know where Dick was going for a long time, he had run away for a while.

She was in a hurry to find him, but he came out of nowhere and said he saw a man playing flute! There was a cobra in front of him!

"That snake is very big! Bigger than my thighs!"

Della wanted to go with Dick but was pulled by Hermione. "No. We are going to pick up the water. When we came here just now, I saw there was a line!"

Hans, together with Harry and Ron, carried the bucket, he said to Della in a good temper, "if you want to see it, I can accompany you when we finish."

He asked Dick, "which country is that guy?" Dick shook his head: "I don't know. He's too black, like the dragon blood ink, wearing a big scarf and sitting on a flying carpet. Can we have a flying carpet at home, too?"

"It must be a wizard from the Arab side." Hermione said.

Hermione had read many books. She said there were wizards from foreign countries, and witchcraft and wizardry schools like Hogwarts.

"France has Beauxbatons, Germany has Durmstrangs, and the United States has Ilvermorny," she said, "But in more countries, witchcraft schools are kept secret. No one knows where they are or what their names are. They are completely hidden." When it came to the end, her voice was automatically lower.

All of them couldn't help holding their breaths.

"What a mystery," Dick murmured.

He then had a much better attitude towards Hermione, and seemed to regard her as a knowledgeable person.

Della whispered in Hermione's ear, "Miss Know-all."

Hermione rolled her white eyes and pinched her quietly.

This nickname once made her dare not even raise her head when she was in the first grade. At that time, she was very mutinous and also very confused: Why was good to learn to be a disadvantage? Everyone snickered at her.

At that time, Della said to her, that's because there were too many ignorant people in the world. "There may be only one intelligent person in a thousand ignorant people, but in fact, there may be one in ten thousand. They are less, weak and will be bullied."

Until now, if she met someone who called her Know-All, she would use a sharp long sentence to knot the head of that person, and then turn up and leave.

No one bullied her now. Even if there was, she could solve it by herself.

When they got to the place to lift water, there was a long line as expected. The wizards were dressed in strange clothes. The young boys and girls were normally, while the elder ones, like the age of Mr. Weasley, and the elders, their clothes were very weird.

For example, an old gentleman standing in front of them was wearing a nurse's hat, white and small.

Behind them was a father with a child, wearing a fire hat.

Hermione quickly lowered her head and tried to suppress her voice. Harry also did the same thing. They exchanged a look. Harry beckoned Hermione to look at an old gentleman in front of them: He was in a women's, printed, nightdress.

Hermione ran out of the line to laugh out. Harry was much better. He opened his mouth silently, with no sound, but anyone could see him smiling.

Ron looked back at his two friends and asked, "what's up?"

Harry shook his head. "Nothing. Oh, it turns to us."

They carried four buckets of water, Della and Hermione took turns with one bucket. When they got back, George looked behind them. "Where's Fred? Didn't he find you?" "He went to find you." Bill smiled and said to Della, "I guess he may have gone somewhere else."

Della was about to find Fred at once, but she was caught by George. "There are too many people outside. Don't go out. He will come back sooner or later."

When the water was ready, they started cooking.

There's enough food in the tent. Mrs. Weasley, Molly may be afraid that Mr. Weasley would starve the children, she prepared enough food to feed even the two teams.

While Mr. Weasley insisted on making a bonfire outside the tent to cook. He even prepared a pot, a Muggle pot, without the magical ability to jump on the fire automatically and jump off the stove after cooking.

He found all the kitchen utensils that could not move very interesting.

Della rushed forward to help — she was very confident on cooking.

But after getting burnt of four eggs, she stood there in a daze with a shovel.

Hermione rushed over to her after helping Mr. Weasley with the soup.

"…Actually I'm not bad at frying egges, they're not hard at all." Della explained.

Hermione was busy: "Of course, Della, I believe."

She had to take care of two fires: A soup pot of Mr. Weasley — he kept adding things to it, and the soup was coming out; A pot of Della, who was very enthusiastic about trying to fry sausages — "this must be no problem! It'll come out its own oil!"

Harry couldn't keep looking and went to help. "I'll fry sausages. I used to do this at my aunt's house. You can take care of the soup pot."

Hermione didn't believe him, but he flipped the sausage skilfully, even fried the ham after that, then she was relieved. She turned to take care of the soup pot. During her absence, Mr. Weasley added a lot of things to the pot! She stirred it with a big spoon, and couldn't imagine what they would eat on the plate later.

When everyone finally sat down for breakfast — the coffee was made by Della — Fred finally came back. He was light footed and red lipped, but he didn't seem to care.

"I just met Wood and I heard that he had signed for the Puddlemere United, and Ernie Macmillan of Hufflepuff." He winked at George, "he bought a lot of toffee."

George immediately stood up and said excitedly, "Oh! He likes it, doesn't he? You are brilliant!"

They secretly brought out a lot of Ton-Tongued Toffee from home. They wanted to hawk some at this time, to see the market reaction and earn some money on the other hand.

They're running out of money, besides, were going to graduate. They need to save the money to open a shop before graduation — otherwise, they'll be forced by their mother to apply a job in the Ministry of Magic.

Like the good Percy.

The twins didn't have big complaint about their brother, instead, they just didn't like the way that their mother always made them learn from Percy. Percy was a fool.

Fred blinked excitedly at Della when he saw her.

Della was expressionless.

George responded, pulling him aside and whispering, "didn't you say you go to look for Della? Come on, sit next to her and say something nice!"

On the other side, Hermione whispered to Della, "it seems that he had forgotten. Isn't it good? Just smile to him."

After a while of self-persuasion, Della raised her head with a sweet smile.

Fred quickly sat next to her and picked up the plate: "Honey, I'm starving."

Fred's eldest brother, Bill Weasley, smiled and brought a plate with four black and burnt eggs that should go into the dustbin: "Here, this is what Della made for you."

Fred took it at once and put a piece of black in his mouth.

Della jumped up and snatched the plate.

All Weasley guffawed, including Mr. Weasley and George.

Fred found himself being teased, but the twins had been bullied by their brother Bill, Charlie and Percy before they were as tall as the table.

Though Percy insisted that he was just disciplining them.

After breakfast, people in the camp began to visit each other, and Fred's mouth was watched by more people.

Della suspected that all the Hogwarts students who had come to see the match came to their tent to see the evidence of their another break-up.

Fred quickly got used to his new image, for this reason, he sold a lot of Ton-Tongued Toffee and a kind of fake wand that made people jumped up in fright.

Even Mr. Weasley was surprised where they hid these things and how they brought them out of the house. Since Mrs. Weasley cleaned the room for children every day.

Of course, such a "boyfriend" can't go out for a walk with Della. This camp gathered all the wizards around the world, Hermione and Harry, everyone couldn't wait to go for a walk.

Della left her boyfriend behind and went with Hermione. She told Hermione that if it's not because they had broken up too many times, she would have dumped him again this time.

"But if I say goodbye again…" She shook her hands.

"You still can't separate." Hermione said.

"Yes. Then it will be like a joke." Della was angry. She did feel not good, but she had no way to solve the problem.

Hermione said to her, "well, you've broken up so many times — all of which were you put forward — what do you think is the reason you broke up? What makes you unbearable?"

Della thought, "in my opinion, it's easy for him to ignore me and forget me." Even though she's trying not to focus on Fred now, but… They were in love. They should miss each other.

"I suppose, for example, if you think about him for eight hours a day, while he thinks about you only for four hours." Hermione said.

"I don't think there's even four hours." Della muttered.

Hermione took a look at her.

Della changed her tune, "well, there is four hours."

Hermione: "Do you think he loves you?" Della thought and nodded affirmatively, "Yes."

She was sure of it.

Hermione took her arm and said, "well, I suppose, I mean…" She looked around and whispered, "you can love him not so much."

Della didn't understand.

Hermione gestured, "love less, love a bit less."

Della: "love less…?" Shouldn't we love with all?

Hermione took a look at Harry and Ron in front of her and turned to Della, "you love him with all your might, but he doesn't. You put him first in life, but he doesn't. This kind of inequality is the reason why you are dissatisfied and break up again and again."

Della nodded in silence.

"But, from my point of view, love itself is fair," Hermione said. "In love, there must be someone who is giving, is sacrificing. There is no entirely fair love exist." She said to Della, "you need to think about it. If you love him and won't leave him, you can only accept it. You can only adjust yourself, instead asking him to change for you."

Della's heart sank as never before.

Her intuition told her that Hermione was right. Her love for Fred was complicated, with… the sense of happiness that the dream finally came true, but what about Fred? He wouldn't have this feeling about her. They were five years between them — from her first reading of Harry Potter.

In these five years, she had gone through Fred's life. But he knew nothing about her.

Therefore, these five years, in fact, was also the distance of a life.

She loved him with two lives of love, however, he could only give her one life of love.

It's unequal.

Della looked at Hermione complicatedly: "well, you are a genius."

She didn't know anything, but said it all.

Hermione was a little confused, "emm, thank you."

Della walked with a kick and looked upset.

Hermione asked her: "What are you going to do?" She had a premonition that she might have opened the Pandora's box.

Della: "…I think, I should do more." She took a deep breath and looked up to the sky.

She had to remember more about the book and try to save more people.

Her eyes looked aimlessly in the crowd. Suddenly, she saw Cho Chang of Ravenclaw.

…She remembered that she was Harry's puppy love.

Since there's an ambiguity between Hermione and Harry, she hadn't pointed out this all the time — if she told Hermione that Harry was secretly in love with Cho Chang, it's too strange.

Maybe she should ask Harry first?