Chapter 87 The So-called Operation Instructions (1)

Chapter 87 The So-called Operation Instructions (1)

"Where are we going?" Draco held his bag in one hand and placed his other hand on the stair railing. "If we want to go to the observatory, it's not in this tower."

"It's not an observatory, nor an empty classroom on the upper floors. Where do you want to go, Draco?" Della glanced at the exquisite silk fabrics hanging on the stairs, turned her neck slightly, and fixed her eyes on Draco.

"What kind of place?" Of course, it should be a place where two people can stay quietly. It would be even better if it could have a little romance. Well, some flowers would be nice, the kind that are as beautiful as the white roses at home.

Thinking of the swaying flowers dripping with dew picked by his father every morning, and the joy that radiated from his mother every time she saw new flowers in the vase, Draco blushed unconsciously.

"What's so good about Hogwarts? It's good enough to be quiet." Draco turned his hot face to the side and muttered.

They turned the corner of the stairs and walked to the corner of the eighth floor that was not often visited by people. Della caught a glimpse of the familiar silk fabric. "Imagination is not against school rules. Hogwarts is a magical place."

"Even if you say so, I still think it's better not to run into strange people." Draco followed Della to the silk painting of the troll beating up the stupid Barnabas. He looked critically at the troll's slanted teeth and wrinkled his nose in disgust. "There are only stupid paintings hanging here."

"Don't underestimate anything." Della pulled Draco's clothes and began to pace back and forth in front of the silk tapestry. Although Draco complained, he followed Della's movements and turned three times in front of the tapestry.

'Rumble'

The sudden sound frightened Draco so much that he grabbed Della's hand. He turned around in astonishment and looked at the ancient stone door that appeared behind him. "I tell you, don't underestimate any details, Draco." Della beside him took his hand and walked towards the smooth stone door.

"No, it's okay?" Draco's steps were a little hesitant. He looked at Della and stammered, but still obediently walked to the stone door.

"Have you decided where you want to go? I've been restraining myself and haven't thought about it at all." Della didn't answer Draco directly. She put her hands on the cold stone door.

"What?" Draco only had time to say this before Della pushed open the door.

A rich fragrance immediately surrounded them, and all they saw was elegant white. In this room with rows of wooden benches, piles of lilies and hydrangeas fell on the arranged wooden benches. Even the walls were hung with large clusters of gleaming flowers. Green branches slanted out from the white, adding a bit of vitality to this solemn and sacred atmosphere.

What is even more eye-catching is the wooden platform at the end of the bench, where the priest's oath-taking platform has become a spacious double desk. On the table is only a vase of white roses, but on the wall in front of the desk, a wreath with pink hydrangeas is quietly placed there.

Is that a wedding wreath?

The two people standing at the door had this thought in their minds. They were stiff and their bodies seemed like gears without lubrication. After looking at each other with difficulty, they walked in with red faces.

"Well, it's really, a very interesting room." She was too straightforward! No, no, no! It's too early to bring this up now!

"This...I...actually..."

Della opened her mouth, but couldn't say that this was the Room of Requirement. Although she had foreseen that this room might be unusual and was even prepared to make fun of it, facing such a scene... Della's breathing was a little rapid. She blushed and pointed at the abrupt table over there, "Go study first."

"Well, let's study!" Draco's face also turned red. The tone of his voice was much higher than usual, but he couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

I knew she was not as calm as she seemed! She still cared about me!

They walked up to the platform step by step amidst the flowers. They obviously quickened their pace on purpose, but in such a holy environment, the changes of time and space were still infinitely slowed down. When they pulled out the stools and sat down, both of them turned their faces away.

The rows of empty seats with flowers in them seemed to have a real sight at this moment, making Draco really think that he was under the watchful eyes of the crowd. He couldn't help but glance back while turning sideways to pack up, and after confirming that there was no one around, he exhaled and put the book in his hand on the table.

Della also put her homework on the table. She quickly glanced at the wreath above her head and saw the obscured words under the wreath. She didn't know whether it was fortunate or unfortunate that the words "Room of Requirement" were blocked.

These words always appear, but not in a fixed place. Most of the time they are on conspicuous walls, and sometimes they are hidden in corners. Della discovered this during her first-year black magic class.

"I've written almost half of my History of Magic paper, but I'm stuck here." Draco pushed the parchment to Della's hand. Because they were shy, they sat a little far away from each other.

"Let me see," Della glanced over it. Draco had already roughly finished writing about the transition from the Wizards' Council to the Ministry of Magic. "If we only write about the transition nodes, there really isn't much to write about. But I've already written this far. Next, choose an angle to comment on the background of each layer of transition."

"What angle?" Draco moved the stool next to Della.

"Power changes, war needs, all are fine. As for me, I chose the change in attitude of the Muggle world." Della did not avoid the approaching heat. She spread out her parchment and flipped through the thick history of magic. "Professor Binns would like to see the students' personal thoughts."

"Honestly, it's not easy to listen to his lectures." Draco looked over as Della flipped the pages of the book. His little top student skillfully turned the pages to show him the changes in Muggles' attitudes over the centuries.

"I just can't sleep, Draco." Della shrugged. She tilted her head and looked at the boy. "Do you have any ideas? I can give you some advice."

Draco frowned, his face was much rosier than usual, and then he placed his History of Magic book in front of Della, "Power Change, just help me fold the corner of the book."

"Okay, at your current pace, I think you can finish the paper in another hour." Della flipped through his book.

"If I'm willing to enlarge the spaces between words..." Seeing Della's hand pause, Draco coughed and skipped the sentence. He reached into his schoolbag again and took out a plastic container. "Let's eat some fruit after I finish writing the paper."

Della didn't stop flipping through the book. She only glanced at the box Draco put on the table. "Grapes? Really good. Now is the season for eating grapes."

"These are not ordinary grapes!" Draco immediately followed up Della's words, with a long-lost arrogant look on his face, "This is 'magic honey'."

"Those grapes that cost one gold Galleon each and are said to be magically sweet?" Della stopped what she was doing. She glanced at the plump shapes of the grapes in the food container and looked at Draco with slightly widened eyes.

"It's beyond the concept of grapes. If I hadn't asked my dad for this this month, I would have taken the blue powder in the stage play!" Looking at Della's wide eyes, Draco could hardly suppress the smile on his face, "Do you want to eat one first? Anyway, I was going to give it to you..."

Draco's face turned red again and his voice gradually became lower. Seeing his expression, Della also laughed. She lowered her head slightly, but raised her eyes to Draco, thus revealing a bold shyness. "I would rather eat with you, Draco."