Chapter 90 An Ordinary Yet Extraordinary Sunday (1)

Chapter 90 An Ordinary Yet Extraordinary Sunday (1)

Because of a sudden inspiration the night before, Della studied the phase diagram until very late, so she woke up slowly around nine o'clock on this Sunday morning.

Maggie had an appointment with Arlian today and left early. Perhaps he wanted the girl to rest a little longer, so he did not wake up Della as usual when he left in the morning.

How thoughtful! I need a good night's sleep occasionally.

Della sat up and pinched her brows. Her eyes were still a little sore, but if she lay down again, her head would probably fall into a dull pain. Besides, she was a little hungry.

But if we wake up at this hour, there won't be much left by the time we get to the auditorium.

Della leaned against the head of the bed. Her physical laziness made her not want to get out of bed so quickly. She maintained this posture for dozens of seconds before slowly lifting the quilt.

I decided to go find Kwasi to cook for me. Ultimately, this idea won out over the option of staying in the dormitory and eating the stored food.

After all, staying at home and rarely going out was not a good sign. The important thing was to let Dumbledore and the others "see" what he was doing, which meant trying his best to appear to be in control.

The more unusual it is, the more open and aboveboard you should be, which will save you a lot of trouble.

It was half past nine when Della packed up her things and walked out of the dormitory. When she passed by the lounge, there were still many people calling her Miss Moonlight. Della smiled and naturally went up to them and chatted with them.

After the initial panic, this phenomenon is now seen as a good thing. It will be a good opportunity to break the ice for Della and others.

Socializing has always been a science. If the first contact is too awkward, it will greatly damage your first impression and even affect your individual positioning in a group. Although it is not impossible to change, it will undoubtedly cause a lot of trouble.

As for Della, in terms of her position, she felt that she had gained power overnight, but the title of the dean's adopted daughter was enough in the school.

The key lies in how to deal with Della's once implicit identity as a discriminated person.

These discriminators are basically pure-blooded, and most of their families have a high social status, so it is definitely not a bad thing to make friends with them.

Some of them whose parents hold positions in the Ministry of Magic have Aryan's help as a matchmaker, while those children from families with a lot of wealth have to make friends on their own.

Della doesn't mind the injustices of the past. In this respect, she may be similar to Voldemort. They recognize the desire of some people to seek superiority in their bones, and they also figure out the way out of this situation - not to care, or to become superior.

They all chose the latter, which was not surprising since they were all sorted into Slytherin.

I have to admit that the mask is quite useful at this time.

Because of all the social conversation, it was almost ten o'clock when Della was scratching the pear on the painting in the kitchen.

"Chidi! Beat the cream!" "Oh! The tomatoes are really fresh this time!" "Process more meat! Those Quidditch players must be starving today!" "Make more scones and puddings too!"

......

The elves, wearing the same colored tea towels, were busy working noisily but in an orderly manner. Della squinted her eyes and glanced at the four long tables in the kitchen that were arranged in the same way as the auditorium. Some covered plates were already placed on them. Before Della could find Quasi, several elves jumped in front of her.

"Della? What are you doing here?" The skinny little house-elf in the lead raised his head and spoke.

"Do you recognize me?" Della squatted down and looked at the four house-elves who surrounded her. The only difference between them and Quasi was their size.

"Kuaxi's dress really stands out!" "He was a little weird to begin with, and now he's even weirder!" "He drags us to see you, but never lets us look for you!"

They started talking left and right, and finally the little guy who spoke first jumped up and said quiet down, and the elves quieted down. "If you are looking for Quasi, he was sent out by Dumbledore." She looked at Della and said.

"Oh, that's really unfortunate." Della had already squatted down completely when she said this. Her eyes were level with those elves, and she showed a gentle smile. "Can you tell me what your names are?"

"Names? You ask that..." The leading elf blinked her eyes as big as tennis balls. She rubbed the tea towel on her body. The leadership demeanor just now disappeared in an instant, and the color of her face became darker. "If you insist, my name is Nella, and this side is Meyer, Dormer, and Bennett."

"Hello, Nella, Meyer, Dormer and Bennett, could you please bring me some bread? I'm sorry I got up a little late today." Looking at the house-elves whose movements were becoming more and more unnatural, Della smiled more gently.

"We also made breakfast with great care! You have to get up early next time! This time we'll give it to you first..." The more Nayla spoke, the more the color on her face darkened. She pointed at the long table where Slytherin sat, but her face turned to the other side. "Go sit there first and wait for us to give it to you."

"Thank you very much. I will pay attention next time." Della nodded to them, and after they all ran away, she stood up slowly and walked towards the table.

House-elves are very simple. Although they have magical powers that are not inferior to most wizards, due to the previous agreement, a certain servility is engraved in their bones. Well, it cannot be said to be servility. It may be more appropriate to describe it as "lack of resistance".

But most intelligent creatures will still seek respect, even if something is deeply rooted and cannot be changed.

In any case, politeness is necessary, but the degree to which it should be done is a matter of personal opinion.

Because of Quasi, Della has a good impression of house-elves.

I just don't know what happened to Dobby when Harry met him during the summer vacation. He only came out for a short while and I almost forgot about him. I guess Harry, who has been practicing basketball for days, has also forgotten about it.

While Della was thinking about this, a basket of steaming bread was placed in front of her. She could feel its softness without touching it. Soon, stewed meat, salad, and even packaged fruits and snacks were also served.

Della was a little surprised. She blinked and looked at Nayla who was about to leave. "How do you know I usually eat these?"

"I don't like sausages and bacon, and I don't eat other roasted vegetables except roasted potatoes, but I am quite accepting of stews. Even if I don't like meat very much, I will eat some stews. I like salads with a lot of broccoli. I don't eat much at the table, but I will have snacks in the morning to fill my stomach, and I will eat fruit in the afternoon as a transition..."

Naila counted on her fingers and said a lot of things. She looked at Della's wide eyes and smiled proudly. Then she put her hand on her chin and said the last sentence in a serious tone, "I helped Kwasi pack lunch boxes for you several times. I wrote down his grumbling every time. You are really a picky eater in disguise!"

"Oh! You seem to care about me as much as Kwasi does, Nayla." Della narrowed her eyes and smiled again. Nayla immediately jumped away with a red face, leaving only the last sentence, "Eat quickly! Don't starve!"

Watching Nella running to the oven, Della's smile remained unchanged, but the emotion in her eyes faded. She turned her head and picked up the steaming soft bread in front of her.

This should be the so-called mark from the past.

Even if it is physically acceptable, you will still be subconsciously picky about food psychologically.

Why didn't she like to eat meat? Because she rarely got fresh meat in the orphanage she lived in. Even the sausages and bacon were poorly preserved there, but they would still be served on the table. The same went for vegetables. As long as they were roasted, the dry state of loss of moisture would cover up the staleness and spoilage of the ingredients themselves, and they would still taste bad.

Only stews that use a lot of seasonings can cover up the poor quality of the ingredients to a certain extent. No matter what, they have to be eaten without leaving a single trace. In comparison, she will of course choose food that makes people less uncomfortable.

Even getting up early cannot be said to be without the influence of the past.

As for the habit of eating less and more...

Thinking of this, Della, whose expression had calmed down, smiled again. She mixed the salad beside her and dipped the bread she had taken a bite of into some salad dressing.

I have to thank Maggie for the snacks and fruits she brought me in the past. If it weren't for her, I might not have lived to see the day when I discovered that I was special.