Chapter 88 The So-called Operation Instructions (2)

Chapter 88 The So-called Operation Instructions (2)

The so-called magic honey, where is the magic and where is the honey?

Because of its grape-like appearance, Della didn't have high expectations even though it had a sky-high price of one Galleon per piece. Anyway, today was considered quite "sweet".

But the moment Della put the peeled, crystal-clear flesh into her mouth, she understood how expensive it was.

Compared to the inherent sweetness of fruits, the sweetness of Magic Honey seems quite overbearing, but with the neutralization of the fruity aroma, it is not the kind of overly sweet that makes people uncomfortable. Coupled with the unique flowing taste, it makes people linger on the aftertaste.

Della squinted her eyes in enjoyment, and Draco, who had just finished writing a paper next to her, was in the same mood. Especially after seeing the joy in Della's eyes, the smile on his face became even bigger.

"What do you think? Ordinary grapes can't compare to it at all." He raised his chin slightly, but his obedient blond hair didn't move at all.

"It's beyond imagination. This is the first time I've eaten something so delicious, Draco." Della swallowed the fruit pulp. She savored the unique flavor with her eyes still slightly narrowed.

"Of course the Malfoys can bring out the best." Draco said proudly, and he pushed the fresh-keeping box of grapes towards Della. "Eat more if you like. When we are old enough, I will take you to drink this wine."

"Although I haven't tasted the wine yet, it should be good. After all, it's such a dreamy grape." Della picked up another grape.

"My father only takes out this precious wine on rare occasions." Draco's pride in his family and the relief of finishing his homework intertwined as he leaned sideways on the table with one hand, staring at Della.

"......" Noticing the boy's gaze, Della paused while peeling the grapes. Her dark pupils turned to Draco and handed the half-peeled grapes to him, "Aren't you going to eat them?"

"Oh!" Draco subconsciously stretched out his other hand to take it. When he touched Della's warm fingertips, he realized the insolence of his behavior and immediately sat up straight with a red face.

I was really getting a little carried away, but after all, it was okay to be distracted in this kind of setting, Draco thought to himself. He quickly changed the subject, "I'm doing pretty well in the practice of the Creaking Charm, but I still have no idea what to do in the preparation for Transfiguration."

"Have you tried it?" Della wiped her hands stained with grape juice with a handkerchief, then took out her wand.

"Of course I tried. It was a short spell after all. But it didn't work." Draco shrugged and took out his wand.

"The next Transfiguration class will be about 'Flexibility', and the auxiliary spell 'Tretra' can turn hard objects into soft ones. I think this book is good." Della pointed her wand at her History of Magic textbook, "Tretra!"

The originally square textbook suddenly lost its edges and corners. It swelled slightly, and the gold-plated pattern on the cover turned into another fuzzy texture. When Draco pressed his hand on it, it deflated like a pillow, or it should be said that it was now a textbook pillow.

"You always do so well." Draco looked a little frustrated.

"You are also very talented, Draco." Della continued naturally. She wanted to encourage him by using Draco's transformation from straight to curved in the first Transfiguration class, but when she compared the situation then with the present, a slight sense of unreality enveloped Della.

What's going on? Why do I care about his feelings so much? Isn't it because he accepts my bad intentions that I'm so close to him?

Isn't this way of getting along very similar to Harry and the others...

Thinking this in her mind, Della continued to talk to Draco, "Remember the first Transfiguration class? You performed very well."

Was it because of the brief loss before that he was so cautious now? Thinking about it carefully, Draco was much more shy now than before. It should be said that both of them were much more uncomfortable.

"Oh... that time," Draco's face turned red, and he spoke more slowly, "wasn't it you who turned the straight thing into a curved thing first that time?"

"Well, a golden M." Della looked at Draco. She squinted her eyes and looked at the light golden boy in front of her bit by bit.

The arrogance when they first met, the slight guilt in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the panic in the observatory, the first contact in the dungeon corridor, the warmth of the palms in the Forbidden Forest, the clumsy care in daily interactions, and the recent concessions from both sides, Della went through the experiences of knowing Draco until now in her mind scene by scene.

"Is it really Maggie's M?" Draco's voice trembled, revealing a timidity that he had never had before, but he still forced himself to look at Della with a red face.

"......" It should be said that during those experiences, I have also changed unconsciously, which means......

"So is your D really Draco's D?" Della's voice and eyes softened, but her words were as emotionally aggressive as Draco's.

"No..." Draco could only utter low and short syllables. The panic lingering in his heart made his throat dry, and he forced himself to respond to Della's gaze.

"Mine isn't either, that's Malfoy's M." A faint smile leaked from the corners of Della's lips, and the softness in her eyes also added a touch of relief. "But now I hope it's also a D, Draco's D."

"Hmm!" Draco couldn't hold it in any longer. He turned around with a red face and finally found his voice, "Mine is... Della's D..." He only stuttered and said this, then immediately closed his mouth.

The smile on Della's face widened, at the boy's reaction and at her own change.

She figured it out. It was because she was facing Draco that she kept changing.

This means that what is now in front of Draco is another layer of his true self, and this is the truth that will only be revealed in front of Draco.

If I cast that protective spell now, it would definitely be more powerful. After all, it is a black magic that measures the other person's love.

Draco is a clever man, but he is actually very gullible, Della thought maliciously.

"After saying so much, have you figured out the key to the Transfiguration Spell?" Looking at Draco's trembling black robe, Della put her elbows on the table and propped up her slightly blushed face with one hand.

"Ah?" Draco didn't understand what Della said at once, and he turned his head.

"Have a definite form in your mind, Draco, just as we think of each other." Della's face was still buried in her palms. She looked at Draco with smiling eyes and waved her wand twice lightly with her other hand.

"Ahem!" Draco sat up straight at his desk. He glanced at Della without any intimidation, raised his wand and pointed it at his History of Magic textbook, "Tretra!"

The bright white light gathered at the front end of Draco's wand, but he obviously had distracting thoughts. When the white light left the wand, it flew straight towards the wreath on the wall. With a 'bang', the wreath suddenly swelled and swayed to the ceiling.

"Ah, you are really talented..." Della paused for a moment, because without the wreath, the words 'Room of Requirement' were revealed.

Room of Requests? Whose request was this arrangement made for?

Draco's eyes widened, and he suddenly remembered Della's nonsensical words before she pushed open the door, 'I have been restraining myself and haven't thought about it at all'. She didn't think about it at all, so what is this place?

His eyes fell on the white roses on the table, and Draco's pupils trembled. He stood up suddenly and looked around in disbelief at the romantic and holy room in front of him. After touching the wreath on the ceiling that had turned into balloons, Draco sat down with his face covered.

"You are actually thinking about it too, right... Della..." He side-eyeded one of his watery eyes, with a few red patches of skin showing where his palms could not cover, and spoke to Della almost pleadingly.

Della could no longer suppress the smile on her lips. She blinked and said softly, "I'm thinking about it now, Draco."

Oh!

Draco covered his face again.