Author: Muduoduomu

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Chapter 52. Was this a custom difference? It's too early to get married now!

Moody's face was as grey as a dead man.

He took a glass of potion, drank it in one breath, and asked Snape at the bedside, "how long do I have to drink this potion?"

Snape: "As long as you survive."

Moody held his chest, was afraid that his heart would suddenly stop beating. But clearly, Snape's medicine did work, his heart beat stronger every day.

Moody looked out of the window. It was dark.

"Go to take dinner," he said, "you can leave me alone."

Snape: "Obviously, you've been asleep too long. There's the final dinner tonight, all the students would be in the dining room. Are you going to be absent?"

Moody: "If I can."

Snape: "Please. Show them you're alive, otherwise they all think I've murdered another man."

Moody laughed. "I will."

Snape: "If you aren't, then, better have a look at the cockroach lady."

Moody: "Did Albus say anything with her?"

Snape: "No. If he had time to talk to me, I wouldn't have wasted a bottle for her."

Moody was surprised: "Oh! Hasn't she gone back?"

Snape was annoyed: "She always wants to run! And I don't want to have a sweep-up for Gryffindor again!"

Moody: "Ok, Ok. I'll see her, and try to make her shut up."

Snape was happy with it, he nodded: "You can see her in which I usually put cockroaches and beetles, I put her behind the bottle of the Fire Toad. I also placed some bread worms in her bottle, she won't be hungry."

Moody: "...Remind me not to offend you in the future? Is it because you can't get angry with Della so that you trouble with Miss Cockroach?"

Snape answered joyfully, "Oh, I don't know who she is. I just saw a beetle with peculiar patterns, so I caught it and raised it for a few days. I don't think she can sue me. This can also alert this lady not to hang around in her Animagus state in the future, and it won't be better to be a specimen when fell in the hands of a little boy than in mine!"

Holiday was coming!

All the students went home on the Hogwarts Express. On the first day of the holiday, Della slept freely until moon. She hopped downstairs in her nightdress and sat at the table looking for the food made by her mother Lucy.

"Almost done, dear. You can have an apple first," Lucy said happily, "today we have steak!"

There was food and drink in abundance on the table of Bush family! Because kids were all back home.

Della sat on the sofa with an apple and picked up the Daily Prophet nearby.

The newspaper was placed in good order.

"Didn't dad read the newspaper this morning?" She unfolded it and looked for the jokes and puzzles part.

"It's not very good recently. Your father has not read it for several days." Lucy held out her head from the kitchen, "Don't mess up. Leave me the ninth edition!"

"All right." Della scanned through the headlines of previous editions.

The headline of the front page accused the Minister of Magic, Fudge, for casting a shadow over the friendly relationship between German and British wizard communities!

The second edition began to praise the excellent performance of Harry Potter in the Triwizard Tournament.

Della thought she was misread, so she re-read the article carefully, and found the editor thought that the German team was angry because Britain won the Triwizard Tournament.

However, this did not achieve the minister's previous commitment, of building a friendship bridge of British, French and German wizard circles through this competition.

Obviously, now the bridge was going to collapse. Of course, all of this was Fudge's fault!

Then turn to the page of Harry Potter who saved the newspaper page from the tournament. A reporter has been using Harry Potter's love story to attract attentions, which was very vulgar!

The next third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth editions were all scolding Fudge. From what he said in an interview one day to his dress, bow tie and leather shoes that day, they were all wrong!

The ninth edition didn't scold Fudge because it was full of cartoons, jokes, puzzles and life tips.

However, as a result, Della found a cartoon that satirized Fudge's being ridiculed by British, German and French wizards, but he didn't seem to find it at all. The caption was "Our minister can only hear good words forever!".

Lucy called out of the window, "time for lunch! Jack! Call Hans and Dick back."

Della looked up from the newspaper and said to Hans, who just came in, "why are you here? Didn't you go to work?"

Hans sent many resumes at graduation, hoping to find a decent job. Fortunately, a relative of the Bush family had a lead on a job.

Della clearly remembered hearing from Hans last night that he would be on his first day at work today.

Hans: "Oh, I went there. But they asked me to serve coffee and iron the newspaper — Uncle Wiseman was mis-remembered, he thought I was a girl, so he got me to a job as a secretary."

"What?" Della burst out laughing and fell on the sofa.

Hans sighed, "come on..."

As they sat down at the table, the Bush family were having steak, Hans finally got courage to say that he wanted to work in a shop called Mr. House.

"It's from Peggy's Dad. They sell some homemade oil and vinegar." Hans turned red when he finished.

The children on the table, Della, Dick and Hannah, were laughing at their brother.

But Mr. Bush and Mrs. Bush were beyond happy, they obviously thought that good news was around the corner!

"Of course, you can go!" Lucy flushed with excitement and said to Mr. Bush, "it reminds me of our past!"

Mr. Bush hugged Mrs. Bush and asked his eldest son, "are you and Peggy going to get married? In which month?"

Della hardly believed her ears!

"Are you going to get married?" She asked Hans, "after graduation?"

So fast!

Hans was excited and shy. "Oh. We did talk about it. Peggy wants to wear a wedding dress when the weather is fine, so if it can't be held in the autumn, then it will be on next spring."

Lucy was thrilled, "I need to send letters, as soon as possible! Oh, I want to tell everyone! My Hans is getting married! He's grown up!"

"I thought you would be the first child in the family to get married." Mr. Bush said to the stunned Della.

Della shook her head blankly. Married at 17? No, she never thought about that!

Dick pulled her sleeve, "Don't you want to marry Fred? I thought you would as soon as your graduation."

Della said in horror, "but I'm only 17 years old after graduation! It's too early!" She never thought of getting married before 17 years old!

Dick's eyes brightened with excitement: "Wow! Are you going to dump him again?"