Author: Muduoduomu

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Chapter 47. Those were not destined!

"One more time." Hermione put the 37th apple in the corner of the table, and on the other side of the basin were 34 peeled apples. The other two were in Harry and Ron's hands. Della was practicing the Hair-Removal Charm.

This charm was not evil at all. It's a household charm, used to peel vegetables and fruit, such as oranges, apples, sometimes potatoes.

The thinner the skin, the more difficult it was to peel off, and the higher level it required for the charm.

Not all spells worked best on everybody's hands.

To Della, she felt that it took a little imagination to cast a spell.

When she discussed it with Hermione, she said that she never needed imagination, instead, only memorizing the spells, simple spells could succeed at one time.

…She was determined not to discussing study with Hermione.

But she did need imagination to help the spell work. In her mind, "lighter" or "much lighter", which would be more likely as her wishes.

Hermione suggested her practicing with an apple because the skin was thin enough but not to the extent as thin as a potato.

After more than 30 times practice, she was able to take off the skin completely. They were diaphanous and almost transparent.

Ron gnawed at the fourth apple, his eyes wide opened, "magic!"

Harry was also at the fourth.

Hermione was snappy, "are you going to have dinner later?" Two boys nodded blankly: "of course."

Della comforted Hermione, "boy's stomach." She had an elder brother and a younger brother, knew more about boys' appetites than Hermione. "Fred can eat a large pot of mashed potatoes, like the size of a salad bowl on his own," she told Hermione. It was her first time to cook, she wanted to show off to her boyfriend, but she did too much. She forgot that what her mother taught her was the amount of six people in her family.

As a result, Fred took all of them.

Ron nibbled at the apple core and said, "in fact, Fred came home that day and took two doses of potion."

Della shrugged. "At least he didn't waste it."

Ron shivered and said to Harry, "girls!"

Harry fully appreciated the sentence.

It's almost 6 o'clock, and it's time to go dinner. Tonight, was the time for the last task.

"You can head up. Ron, I remember you told us Lavender was waiting for you in the dining room, you had an appointment."

Ron started to feel tired of dating. He said he wanted to go to the bathroom and ran away.

Hermione began to complain to Della after he left: "I think he wants to break up with Lavender! He's been hiding from her lately."

Harry stood by his friend: "No, he doesn't!"

But under the sights of the two girls who seemed to know everything, he had to tilt his head and add, "he just… doesn't want to be together all the time… He felt tired."

Hermione wasn't polite for her boyfriend Harry, she said sternly, "He only wants to have a love game! He wanted a girlfriend at the Yule Ball, so he accepted her! But he didn't intend to be with her all the time! Now, the game is over, and he wants to break up!"

"Ron is not that bad," Harry defended for him, "he was… well, not ready to get married for only one relationship." He thought about it and went on, "his love is like drinking a cup of Butterbeer." It's just an entertainment at the right time, in the right place.

Hermione was miffed, "childish!"

Della whistled: "A playboy."

Probably only Ron's friends, Harry and Hermione, realized that he had long wanted to break up with Lavender and was just waiting for the moment. Since in the eyes of others, they were still in a passionate relationship.

They could be seen hugging and kissing in the common room every night.

Della's exam was in the next week. She had been studying hard for five weeks, it's not bad to take a night off to relax.

Moreover, as time closing, she remembered much more events.

She wrote down what she could remember. Although they were all entangled, she could barely tell which would happen first.

And she couldn't tell which was true or false.

Especially now that she's sure of looked like a fake thing.

She remembered Cedric Diggory was killed by the Dark Lord in this task, and Harry also took part in this tournament, he's the fourth champion.

Strange enough, Harry was not a champion at all.

Was Cedric going to die in this case?

She didn't dare to risk that he would not die, nor afford to it.

And she couldn't warn in advance — not in how to explain it, but in how to convince people.

—Sorry, please do not take part in the tournament, since you're going to die in this task?

…In the end, she had to get a draught of Living Death from Fred, mixed it into a drink and handed it to Cedric before he entered the maze, and watched him finish with her own eyes.

Then she sat in the stands and watched they enter the maze on the lawn one by one.

"Look! Miss Delacour has met a sphinx."

"Krum's got a skrewt!"

"And Cedric?"

"Where did he go?"

Della clenched her hands and stood up from her seat. There were many people like her, most of them couldn't see the maze below, even if they were in high stands.

Soon, the professors on the outside of the maze sent out a signal spark.

Fleur Delacour, the French witch, was carried out and fainted.

The second one to be carried out was Cedric, who also fainted.

The girls in Hogwarts were crying.

Della felt guilty, but she told herself that it was the right thing to do and it would save his life.

—Although it still made her uncomfortable.

It's like she could have come up with a better way, but she couldn't do it because of beyond her ability, which made this pleasant thing less perfect and flawed.

And annoying.

She clenched her hands and sat down again.

"Hey! Look! Why did Cedric sit up?"

"He's back to the maze!"

Della rose abruptly to her feet, goggled at this and couldn't believe what she saw!

A professor!

Professor Moody, waved his wand at Cedric, who shook his head and sat up, saying something before went back into the maze.

Obviously, Della couldn't give him another potion.

Was this destiny?

But he had not dead yet!

Della came down from the stands and looked around to find Headmaster Dumbledore.

Somehow, she had faith in him. It's as if he could accept all the incredible things, and was willing to trust her.

She hoped he could trust her again.

She found him, in the stands.

She plowed the way through the crowd, went to him and sat down next to him. Professor Flitwick moved aside for her — she didn't see him just now.

"Headmaster, I have something to tell you." She whispered.

"Oh, Della. Would you like to have the flavour beans?" Dumbledore grinned and handed her the flavour beans in his hand, asked her to try it, "sit down and watch the game with us."

Professor McGonagall stared at her seriously and critically, "Miss Bush, you should be in your seat, instead of running around."

"I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall." Della said with a hollow smile, continued to whispered in Dumbledore's ear, "we must call Cedric out at once, or he will die in the maze!"

Dumbledore was not frightened by what she said, even though she felt the sentence was frightening.

"Who will harm him?" He asked softly, and his beautiful blue eyes looking at her.

The Dark Lord.

She mouthed.

Dumbledore kept asking her gently, "why do you think so, Della? Who told you?"

Della couldn't answer.

But she knew he would not help her this time. She stood up.

"Don't worry, Della." Dumbledore took her hand, asked her to sit down in a tough and gentle way, "let's watch the game. It will be fine. There are professors protecting the champions."

"But…" Della couldn't rest assured, even though Dumbledore promised her.

She wanted to leave, but Dumbledore asked her to stay in the stands and not to go around the maze.

She didn't follow.

She slipped down finally.

When she went down the stands and tried to get close to the maze, she found Fred was following her!

"Why are you here?" She asked angrily.

Fred was startled: "well, you've never been so angry. I'm just… see you alone."

"I'm fine. Just go back." She urged him, "GO!"

Fred wondered, "what are you doing? I can help you."

"No, I don't need your help. Just go!" she said.

She tried to get rid of him, but after a while she found him was still with her.

Fred had thought Della was just out for a walk, while he didn't think so.

"I'm worried about you." Fred took her hand, "I'm worried about you."

"I'm fine." Suddenly came a cheer.

She got rid of his hand and ran into the middle of the crowd. After two steps. She stopped in shock.

Cedric walked out of the maze with the goblet.

He won.

"He's not dead." Della murmured.

Fred caught up and saw her laughing happily: "Are you happy? Not angry anymore?"

"Yes!" Della laughed and jumped on him. "That's great!"

Cedric was still alive!

—Although she didn't know where was wrong!

But one thing she began to know clearer.

The world she was in, was real and alive.

It's not a book written on paper.

Everyone's life or death was not destined!