Chapter 15 Breakfast Time
The next day, Della got up early and went to the restaurant. It was not yet time for dinner and she was the only one in the huge restaurant. She randomly sat down at the Slytherin table and took out the book "What You Don't Know About Alchemy" from her bag and began to read.
'Alchemy originated very early, and Muggles' research on alchemy may have preceded that of wizards. When wizard fear broke out, many wizards were killed by alchemical equipment made by Muggles using various substances.'
'Alchemy is probably the closest thing that Muggles have ever gotten to magic, and wizards' research into alchemy is largely based on the results of Muggle research, mixed with materials from the magical world.'
'Even during the period of persecution of wizards, there were many Muggle alchemists who worked together with wizards, and some of them eventually became husband and wife.'
'During that time, alchemical products were very abundant, and even some techniques for resurrecting and plundering bodies were developed.'
Seeing this, Della paused for a moment before continuing reading.
"The Muggle and wizard worlds destroyed most of the alchemical products that could be considered evil, and in the later stages of the wizard persecution, both worlds began to purge alchemists."
'Only a few alchemists who devoted themselves to the study of immortality survived, the most famous of whom was Nicolas Flamel, who created the Philosopher's Stone.'
'Today, it is difficult to find pure alchemists in both the wizarding and Muggle worlds. The products and methods of alchemy today are very different from those in the past, but it is not ruled out that some old-school alchemists have disguised themselves and hidden in the wizarding world. For example, the Clingreton family, who are famous for their longevity, have many rumors that they use alchemy to transform their bodies to gain youth and longevity.'
'However, this family also disappeared in the witch-hunting movement that was once again launched. Since then, the only famous alchemist left is Nico Flamel, who is said to have achieved immortality.'
Attached to it was a picture of the dark green crest of the Clingretton family, with a wide-open eye in the middle of a circular pattern, and two snakes' bodies coiled around the circle of the crest, their mouths wide open with fangs exposed, their spikes close to the eyeball.
Not a very comforting family crest, Della thought to herself.
The following content was about the history of alchemy and some famous alchemists. Della just read it for entertainment. When she turned to the last page and saw the publication date, she realized that this book was published three hundred years ago.
She frowned, took out two other books and turned to the last page. The publication dates of all three books were three hundred years ago, and all three books were written by the same person - Bronte Dorothy.
It was around the time of the witch hunt in the 15th century. Della calculated the time and muttered to herself. The three books in her hands, which could only be considered as entertainment, suddenly became heavy, and goose bumps appeared on her body. She felt as if she was reading a letter from a dead person.
More people started to fill the restaurant and the noise gradually grew louder. Following a small sound of bells from the ceiling, a well-matched breakfast appeared on the long table of the four colleges.
Today's meal was served with salad and fried eggs. Della put away her book, took a piece of soft bread from the wooden basket in front of her, dipped it in the salad dressing on the plate, and put it into her mouth.
I have a flying class this morning, so I need to eat more.
Unfortunately, there is always someone who doesn't give Della some quiet time.
The seat next to her was taken down heavily, and a compelling gaze came over. While chewing the bread in her mouth, Della looked at the young master gritting his teeth in confusion.
After the other person sat down, he stared at himself and cut the fried egg on the plate vigorously, as if he was the one being cut into pieces.
"What's wrong with you, Malfoy, that you want to sit with a Mudblood so badly?"
"Hmph," Draco didn't respond to her, just snorted, then gritted his teeth and whispered to her, "Where did you go last night?"
Hearing this, Della's eyebrows slightly raised, "I have been reading in the dormitory."
"You're talking nonsense. Parkinson knocked on your door, but no one answered. She said there was no sound even after curfew. You must have gone out for a night out!"
"So what? I wasn't caught, and I didn't deduct any points from Slytherin. Besides, why do you care about me so much?"
Draco's face turned red from choking, and he moved his mouth twice, not knowing what to say. At this moment, he saw Harry walk in with Maggie on his shoulders. He spoke quickly as if he had found an excuse:
"Isn't it to remind you not to give snakes to those stinky lions casually?" At this point, the familiar arrogant expression returned to his face. "You don't know how crazy the Gryffindors were when the savior Pott brought Maggie to the table at dinner yesterday. It was really unbearable to watch."
"There's nothing we can do about it. It's Maggie who is pestering Harry and won't come back. He seems to like Harry very much." Della also turned her head to look at Harry and Maggie who was leaning obediently on his shoulder, and said with some sourness.
"That Poter, is he so likable?!" Draco's fair little face began to tremble, his eyes flashed with jealousy, and he cut the fried egg even harder.
Maggie still has no intention of coming back...
Della withdrew her gaze unhappily, only to find that Parkinson, who was sitting diagonally opposite with Goyle and Crabbe, was glaring at her fiercely.
This Parkinson seemed to be following this young master. Della glanced at him and saw Malfoy next to her lowering his golden head, humming while cutting the scrambled eggs.
At this time, the sound of owls flapping their wings was heard, and they came to deliver things again.
Della watched a large group of owls fly in. They lowered their bodies after entering the restaurant and finally dropped the packages lightly in front of the recipients. Occasionally, a few confused owls would drop the packages into the dinner plates, causing a small scream.
The voices of Gryffindor were particularly loud at this time, and the most problems occurred. Della was stunned when an owl flew past her, nimbly dropped the package in front of the young master beside her, and then flew away quickly.
This owl is as well groomed and obedient as this young master.
Yu Guangli, this is a box of snacks.
"Huh, this is what my mom made for me! My mom always makes these things for me!" Noticing Della's gaze, Draco raised his head again. He proudly opened the box and continued, "If my mom didn't think Durmstrang was too far away, my dad would have let me go there. There are courses to study the dark arts there!"
Draco turned his head to look at the girl in front of him who was eating breakfast, and then looked at the several mudblood freshmen at the Gryffindor table. He was very dissatisfied with Della's indifference to his boasting, and added in a low voice, "If I went to Durmstrang, I wouldn't have to be classmates with you mudbloods! They only accept purebloods!"
"That's such a shame."
The girl in front of him replied without even looking up, which made Draco even more depressed. He didn't even have the mood to eat snacks. He snorted and picked up the letter that was delivered next to him. On the envelope was the Malfoy family creed, "Purity always wins", and on it was written by his father, "To my little dragon".
Draco opened the letter and began to read. It first contained some inquiries about campus life, then concerns about whether there were any missing items, and then, damn, it was about that Pott again!
'Dear Draco, I heard that Harry Potter was sorted into Gryffindor. Although that house is unsatisfactory, you still have to build a good relationship with Harry Potter, at least you can't be against him openly. After all, when most people call him the savior, it is very unwise to show that you don't like him.'
Draco crumpled the letter after reading this. He let out a breath and looked viciously at the savior who was talking to Weasley at the Gryffindor table, the Potter who had rejected the advances of Malfoy yesterday!
His inner anger made him no longer pay attention to the girl beside him whom he had waited for until curfew yesterday. The little guilt he felt during the Defense Against the Dark Arts class had long been diluted by resentment. While chewing the snacks his mother sent him fiercely, he was thinking with red eyes about how to deal with that Pott.
Della, who seemed to be concentrating on eating breakfast, actually kept glancing at Draco. She saw the box of exquisite snacks, the letter from his father, and the words "To my little dragon" on the envelope.
Although she knew it was impolite to read other people's letters, Della still squinted her eyes and read the contents of the letter line by line. She read a father's sermon and concern for his son.
A faint emotion rose in her heart, which became particularly intense when she saw Draco eating snacks without any care. Della knew that this might be jealousy.
This was also the first time that Della felt anticipation for someone who looked like herself as described by Professor Quirrell after she knew there was a possibility of finding her parents.