Chapter 53 Picking
Sure enough, cleaning the patio was more punishable than making a mess of it, especially when Fred and George were around.
Della raised her hand with some curiosity, looking at the black clothes made of strange material on her body. From the moment she put on the clothes, a fishy smell kept rushing into her nose. To be honest, it was quite disgusting.
As soon as they got them, both the Weasleys and Harry retched hard several times. However, Della had been in contact with a lot of materials after all, so she had a high tolerance for the taste.
"Wow, Della, how did you do it? It's obviously, ugh, such a bad smell, ugh," George said while retching. He fumbled for a handkerchief and covered his nose with it, saying muffledly, "No, I can't say much, it smells too bad."
"Now you know you shouldn't talk too much? Mr. Weasley has been busy lately, and when he came back, you recited 'To my dear Molly' in front of his wife. You were so eloquent, and Fred and I each recited a sentence. You finished the whole little love poem in less than half a minute."
Della's eyebrows curved, and as she spoke she raised her hands and waved the fishy sleeves in front of the two men.
"How can we resist the thought of how affectionate Dad once was? Ugh, stay away from me. I can't stand it."
Fred also pressed a handkerchief against his nose, but when the fishy sleeve flashed before his eyes, the pungent smell seemed to solidify and rushed straight into his nose, so he quickly tilted his head back.
"I think it's okay. I remember the last time I prepared the color-changing potion in Potions class, the smell was even worse than this."
Della shrugged slightly, straightened her clothes, and looked around at the darkening environment.
"This is really a strange place. It's clearly daytime, but you can't see it from a distance. When you get a few steps closer, it feels like it's dark. Is there really what Madam said, uh, is it called Moon Lake Grass?"
Maybe the smell was really unbearable, Della got stuck for a moment while speaking, and coincidentally at that moment a huge beetle flew over the three people's heads with its wings fluttering.
The beetle looked ferocious. When Della raised its head, she could still catch a glimpse of the light blue lines and sharp fangs on its shell. The beetle seemed to pause for a moment when it flew over the three people, then quickly flew far away.
"That... must be the blue-striped bug, right? The books say it's extremely aggressive and bloodthirsty, how come it flew past us so easily when it saw us? Oh, no, there's actually such a thing here?" Della subconsciously wanted to touch the wand, but soon her brows relaxed as if she understood.
"Why else would we wear these stinking clothes made of insect repellent hemp? There are only so many bugs in the two plots of land."
"But Yuehu grass is delicious. It tastes good no matter how it is cooked. It has a delicious taste that is hard to describe."
"Then what are the little flowers that Percy is going to take Harry and the others to pick at the end of the forest for?"
Della paid close attention to the place called Little Ghost Wood by the Weasley family. Looking at the tentacle-like parasitic vines around it and the quiet environment in broad daylight, it seemed like the place that could breed red spirit stone mines as written in the notes. It all depended on whether there was a lake or not.
"You've lived here for nearly half a month. Don't you think the Weasley family's clothes smell good?" George and Fred, who were standing in front of Della, used their hands to push aside the weeds in front of them and continued forward as if they were familiar with the route.
"It does have a nice smell. I thought it was something from the wizarding world. There are also such things in the Muggle world."
"Really? Dad will definitely be interested. But the taste of our restaurant is the Weasley family's secret recipe. It's mainly made with chickweed." Fred said as he broke off the low bushes that extended in front of him.
"Then I'll bring some over next time. The Muggle world has also created a lot of nice smells, but it always feels out of place when I think of those bottles and jars appearing in the magical world."
Della tried to imagine what it would feel like to have a plastic bottle in a medieval house, and she couldn't help but shudder.
I feel like I have already regarded the magical world as my home.
"I think it's okay. The rubber duck you sent last time was said to be for playing in the bath. After being cursed by mom, it has become a good alarm clock in our room."
"Yeah, you don't know, the little ducks kept quacking when they couldn't be put in the water in the morning. Fortunately, they didn't have long legs and felt soft, otherwise mom would definitely let them peck us."
The twins' words interrupted Della's thoughts. She thought carefully about the various wonderful uses of Muggle items in the Weasley family. She paused for a moment, then quickly laughed silently, "That would be more interesting."
The three of them chatted and laughed, and soon they arrived at the edge of a green lake. In the dim environment, the small lake looked like a black lake at night, except that there was no moon in the sky, but a moon disk could be seen in the lake, and it seemed that there was light reflecting from the moon in the lake, and even the flowers and plants by the lake were dyed a bit of white.
"Yes, that's it," George pointed to a large patch of lush green grass growing outside the lake. "Nothing to worry about, just don't pull out the roots."
"And the lake—" Fred interrupted, "Don't get too close to it. It'll feel weird, like the Shrieking Shack, where it feels inaccessible."
Hearing the familiar name, Della's eyes flashed, and she subconsciously asked, "What will happen if I get close?"
"In fact, we never came close soberly."
“When I first came here with my dad as a kid, we both fainted by the lake.”
"My mother scolded me for that. But it's true. There are moon grasses everywhere except around the lake."
"She's convinced that we just like to play, although that's not wrong."
George and Fred looked at each other with raised eyebrows, then shrugged and looked away. They led Della closer to the large patch of green grass and took out two enchanted sacks. "Let's pick as much as we can. Mom will dry the extra ones."
"Yeah, okay." Della glanced at the sparkling lake and responded crisply, then squatted down and picked up the evening's delicious meal with the twins.
After picking the pieces like a swarm of locusts, the three of them sat down on the ground, panting and laughing. They looked at each other, and all they saw was a red face with sweat stains.
At this time, they no longer cared about the stench of the insect repellent grass linen clothes. They all raised their sleeves to wipe their faces, and the green grass juice took the opportunity to smear on their faces. The three of them laughed again, and after a while they got up and walked out.
The light became brighter as we walked further out, and after we passed the last strange-looking tree, the sun in the west, embedded in the brilliant glow of the sunset, appeared before our eyes.
Della subconsciously looked back at the woods behind her, which looked normal. She smiled to herself, then quickly followed George and Fred in the direction of the Weasleys' house.
We could ask Maggie to come over in the evening.
Della walked and looked at the setting sun, thinking about the description of the red spirit ore in the book.
It seems that the lake elves have not formed there yet, but judging from the degree of inaccessibility, it should be a large piece of ore. If all goes well, it can be used to make something bigger. Although there is a lot of red spirit ore powder in the secret room, based on experiments, the powder is not enough to support the formation of creatures larger than cats and dogs.
It's enough for babies.
Della narrowed her eyes, as if pierced by the sunset glow. Her gaze kept wandering between George and Fred, and a hesitation suddenly arose in her heart.
Is it really okay to continue exploring this?
But when she thought of the experiences of the past year, the word 'Riddle' came to her mind again. Della gritted her teeth slightly and made a decision.