Chapter 50 Birthday (2)
"Hoo, Hoo, Della, shall we continue shopping?" Harry, who was following behind Della, twisted his sore legs slightly. The doll was left in the cake shop. He was holding a few shopping bags in his hands. A long period of shopping had left a numb look on his face.
"Hold on a little longer, you'll be able to rest soon." An hour and a half of shopping did not dampen Della's energy at all. Her voice was still crisp, her black leather shoes had some bounce in them, and the bag in her hand swayed with her movements.
As they were talking, Della led Harry into a store. Harry gradually accepted his fate and followed her in. When he looked up, he realized that it was a clothing store.
"We just finished shopping at the toy store? Do we have to spend another hour and a half shopping at the clothing store?!"
Harry almost subconsciously turned his head and looked at Della with wide eyes. The surprise on his face successfully made Della laugh out loud, and she even seemed to be about to get a stitch in the side.
"Ha ha, Harry, look how scared you are, but you really can't rest, ha ha."
Della held her belly as she took the bag of toys from Harry's hand. She was already smiling so hard that her muscles almost had to inertia. She tried her best to suppress the corners of her mouth to make herself look more serious. "Go try on some clothes, Harry. This is the birthday gift I want to give you."
"Eh??"
As soon as Harry asked the question, Della pushed him forward. When he arrived in front of the smiling salesperson, Harry became embarrassed again and followed the salesperson to look at clothes uncomfortably.
Later, because Harry had no experience in choosing clothes and he was really nervous, Della, who was fiddling with the toys she bought nearby, simply stepped forward to help him match them up, and asked the clerk to help pack a few clothes that were slightly larger in size.
Della was obviously much more picky about clothes, of course this might also be her deliberate revenge for the dazzling trip to the arcade in the morning. In short, by the time Harry walked out of the store, he was half dead.
"I've long been annoyed by your cousin's oversized clothes. I never thought your uncle would wait until today to buy you a suitable piece of clothing - even if it's just to save face in front of business partners."
Della looked at the well-fitting clothes on Harry with satisfaction, but she couldn't help but wrinkle her nose when she thought of the T-shirt that Harry was wearing when she first saw him, which even had holes in it.
"I don't think you care too much about these things. I heard from Ron that you inherited a lot of money, but I haven't seen you clean yourself up many times."
"I have some. You know, at school I always..." Harry said in defense, but halfway through he felt something was wrong, so he could only bite the bullet and add in a low voice, "I always get my clothes damaged, so I still have to buy new robes..."
"Gryffindor and Quidditch, I guess I could imagine that, Harry."
Della teased Harry, her smile growing wider.
"That's why you should pay more attention. You may not have noticed that we have always been about the same height, but I have grown several centimeters compared to last year. Children grow so fast. Just think of it as a way to record your growth and pick out some new clothes."
"But this is too much!" Harry said dissatisfiedly as he picked up the full shopping bag in his hand. "Sweatshirts, wide-leg pants, even a blazer and a vest. I don't know how to hold the big bear later!"
"Okay, I admit that I'm a little extreme when it comes to buying clothes. I don't have many opportunities to buy clothes for boys. I think those men's clothes are really good. Hmm... maybe next time I can change my hair to short and try it myself."
If it weren't for the bag of toys in her hands, Della would really hold up her chin to think about the feasibility of the matter, "And the teddy bear, ahem, although we can't use magic, but we have a delivery service, and my aunt gave me a lot of money today."
"Yeah, it's just a little troublesome." Harry looked at the sky filled with red clouds through the glass window of the mall. It was almost dusk. "It's almost time to go home after this..."
Harry's slightly low tone also infected Della. She sighed silently, and her face, which had been smiling all the time, became dull. Yes, she still had to go back home.
The word "home" seemed to have an unusually great impact on the two of them. They were both a little silent. They walked for a while in silence. Perhaps wanting to ease the dull atmosphere between them a little, Harry spoke:
"Ah, Della, I just noticed that Maggie doesn't seem to have seen him all this time."
"You just noticed it now? Maggie isn't as likable as I thought," Della laughed. She looked at Harry who was a little overwhelmed. "Although he is so polite on weekdays, he can't help but go out and play when he arrives in a new place."
"He hasn't come back yet? Aren't you worried about him?"
"Well... I'm not worried at all. I'm more worried about others in a subtle way," Della raised her eyebrows, with an inexplicable smile on her face, and her eyes narrowed in an ambiguous way, "You know, that's a smart little snake."
"Indeed, Maggie is very smart, and I had a very pleasant chat with him before."
"......" Della looked at Harry's expression, which did not change much. Her eyebrows slightly raised, and she asked inquiringly, "Although it seems unlikely, does Harry think that being able to talk to snakes is a very normal thing?"
"Of course not... Can't wizards talk to small animals? Della, can't you communicate with Maggie?" Harry opened his eyes wide.
"I can...but Maggie didn't tell me that he told you about this. After all, there have been no rumors. I thought you and I had the same idea."
Della's voice got lower and lower, with a hint of thought. She raised her eyebrows and said, "Harry, it seems that you haven't paid much attention to common sense in the wizarding world this year. Talking to animals is not a common talent, and talking to snakes is even less common."
"Uncommon? So what you mean by having the same idea as you is that you don't want others to know?"
"Yes, why do you think the symbol of Slytherin is a snake? The founder of Slytherin House, Salazar Slytherin, had the ability to talk to snakes. Wizards generally call this talent Parseltongue."
The expression on Harry's face was already very shocked. Thinking about what to add next, Della lowered her eyes, "More importantly, the You-Know-Who is also a Parseltongue."
"Ah..." Harry's face turned even worse. The words of the Sorting Hat at that time came to his mind. The paleness faded a little after his eyes met Della, but he still looked pale.
"Yeah, for a Slytherin, Parseltongue isn't anything to be afraid of. Maybe it's a good bragging right there."
Della laughed softly, making a small sound. "After the Dark Lord, snakes and Parseltongue became a symbol of darkness. Even if it is to save trouble, it is best not to show it."
"But you also went there from this world. What did you go through, Della?"
"Not really, but it's easy for people to be suspicious if you bring a snake with you. I can only read people's expressions. Fortunately, Maggie is smart enough. You often take care of him, so you should have discovered that he can understand human words. He behaves smart and considerate, so I don't have to face many temptations."
"Well...Maggie is really smart." Harry, who hadn't recovered yet, responded to Della's words hesitantly.
"Haha, okay, stop talking so much. We should go back. According to the date, we should receive a letter from Ron and the others today. Let's go back and take a shower and put the things we bought away. Tomorrow we can share letters and play with toys together again~"
"okay."
......
When Della got off the car in front of the Masons' villa, a small crescent moon had already appeared in the sky with a bluish-purple sunset glow. Just as she looked up at the sky, the clumsy gray owl staggered into the window on the first floor of the villa.
After a few seconds, a terrified scream sounded, and then suddenly fell silent. The owl also flew out of the house unsteadily, and there seemed to be a little soup between its waving wings.
It seems that Maggie also takes good care of the house, but I don’t know what he does during the day.
......
Forget it, if all I get is lies, it’s better not to ask.
If the relationship with Maggie becomes one of constant testing, then there will really be nothing left.
See, once I get home I am no longer a child.
Yes, home.
Della smiled silently, exhaled, and walked towards the door.
Phew, let's go back and read Fred and the others' letter, it should make us feel happier.