Chapter 93 Take a Hot Bath
The end of September slipped away, and the chill of October gradually spread throughout the entire campus. A not-so-serious cold spread. Although it was not very serious, Madam Pomfrey took the situation very seriously. When giving students stimulants, she was always nagging about how the rainy season came too late this year and it would be very cold. She said she had encountered this a few years ago, and it might turn into a large-scale flu later.
Della did a good job in personal protection. She started to add clothes at the end of September. Because of the convenience of helping Snape every night, she also got some tonics. She probably had enough immunity to get through this cool autumn.
However, she went to bed late these days. After all, school had already started for a month, the workload had increased, and Della's personal project had made some progress recently. So although she didn't cough, Della's face looked as unhappy as a patient.
"Are you all right, Della?" Harry came over. He had just finished training and was still dripping with water. "Do you want me to get you some refresher from Madam Pomfrey?"
"I think you need to change your clothes and take a hot bath now, Harry. The autumn rain is very cold." Looking at Harry's wet hair, Della pursed her lips.
"It's nothing. It's nice not to be covered in mud today," Harry shrugged. He wanted to get closer to Della and say something, but when he realized that he was covered in water, he moved away.
"Flames!" Della waved her wand at Harry, and tiny white smoke came out from all over Harry's robes, and soon dissipated completely. "Anything you want to say, Harry?"
"Oh! You are really good at magic, Della!" Harry touched his dry clothes in surprise, his hair was still wet.
"I have to say, if you use it like this, it will burn your clothes." Della raised her eyebrows at him with a smile, and they turned up another flight of stairs. "I still think a hot shower would be more useful."
"I think I should read a book, maybe it will be useful for my training?" Harry murmured, shaking his sleeves. He was closer to Della and lowered his voice. "Della, I want to ask you about Malfoy..."
"I thought you would have asked me earlier. I didn't expect you to care about me so much." Della lowered her eyebrows, seeming a little helpless. "Please don't worry about me, Harry. Although I am a little irrational in my choices, I still know right from wrong."
"Does that mean that next time Malfoy comes to provoke us, I can refute him even more harshly?" Harry's voice was a little louder.
Della could tell that Harry and the others were still doing something about Draco's arrogance, but the degree of it had been reduced. This realization made Della feel much more relieved. "Please don't be polite. I've always felt that he needs discipline."
"Della?" Harry looked even more confused. "No, I don't quite understand."
"At least now Draco won't do those things in front of me."
"Of course, as long as you are here, his eyes are glued to you." Della just started, and Harry followed up with a sentence. After touching Della's smiling but chilling eyes, he made a gesture to shut up, "Go on, Della."
"That's Draco's concession. In fact, now you have become the Seeker in our conversation." Della continued as they walked up to the fourth floor.
"Me, the Seeker? What about the others?" Harry couldn't help but ask.
"Hmm..." Della paused, she tilted her head to one side to hide the curve of her mouth, "Big red lion, little red lion, brown lion, frizzy lion, lion with bad memory, you are still the most special one, Harry." Della said this at last.
Harry wanted to laugh a little, but he held it back. He continued to ask, "He has already given in, why don't you further 'discipline' him?" He emphasized the tone of the word.
"Harry, you have to understand that Draco's concession is not because he knows he is wrong, he is just giving in in our relationship."
"Yeah, Malfoy cares about you, why not let him change a little more?" Harry continued to ask, his eyebrows furrowed.
"This problem is not easy to describe," Della frowned, and soon relaxed, she said to Harry, "Just like you never forced me to stay away from Draco, you understand, Harry?"
"Okay..." Harry's voice sounded hesitant as he reluctantly accepted the answer.
"There has to be a difference between Slytherin and Gryffindor." Della added. They had already reached the sixth floor. Harry was about to go up, so Della stopped and said, "I'm here. Goodbye, Harry."
"Here? Oh! I forgot to ask you, what are you doing upstairs?" Harry also stopped and turned to look at Della.
"Go and relieve my fatigue, Harry. I finished writing the character biography assigned by Professor Lockhart last night."
"Oh!" Harry shouted, holding his forehead and said distressedly, "I really hope it's Snape who teaches this class. I'd rather be made difficult by him and write a long essay assigned by him than write a biography for Lockhart."
"I wish you could spread the word about my adoptive father in the Gryffindor common room," Della laughed. She waved her hand at Harry, "Go back and take a shower and write your paper. It will be painful if you put it off until the last day."
"Oh! Goodbye!" Harry was drained of all his energy and spirit, and he walked up the stairs as if he was ready to die.
Lockhart must have received thousands of "he"s this semester. Della didn't like this professor very much, but as a humble student with excellent character and academic performance, she needed to clean up her behavior and grades, including this meaningless little assignment.
He picked up his bag. This time there were even fewer things in it, just a can of iced juice, a box of raspberries and a pair of rimmed glasses. The juice and raspberries were from Nella, and the glasses were new creations that were still waiting to be tested.
After walking a few steps, Della saw the statue of Confused Boris that Aryan mentioned. She walked to the fourth door on the left side of the statue and said the password, "Shampoo Bubbles."
Large areas of white caught Della's eyes. She walked into the luxurious bathroom paved with white marble. The chandelier above her head cast a warm and soft light, diluting the inherent coldness of the marble. Della walked and looked at the bathtub that was almost as big as a swimming pool. She waved her wand and turned on the faucet.
The luxurious bathroom specially provided for prefects and Quidditch captains gave Della another reason to become a prefect in the future.
The water temperature was just right, so Della took off her clothes and lay down in it. The indescribable warmth penetrated into her body through every pore, making her sigh in comfort. She enjoyed it quietly for a while, then swam to the faucets.
There are about a hundred golden faucets here, and the handles of each faucet are inlaid with gems of different colors. Looking at the crystal clear gems lined up in front of her, Della recalled Aryan's suggestion.
The red one is sulfur water, which is healthy but smells bad; the purple one is lavender bath gel, which is fragrant but ordinary; the pink one is cloud core bath gel, which is different from bubble bath gel and is said to make the whole pool look like a fairy...
Senior Alian made many more recommendations, and Della felt that she must come here often to exercise her power. She hesitated in front of the faucets for a while, then turned on the faucet inlaid with white gems. It was daffodil bath gel.
Della swam away again, her long black hair spread in the water, and the spreading foam half-covered her body, which made her look like a mermaid. She leaned against the edge of the bathtub and took out the juice and raspberries from her bag in a lazy manner. When the fine foam covered the entire water surface, Della waved her wand and turned off the faucet.
The mermaid in the gilded frame on the wall was taking a nap on the rock. She looked like she was sleeping soundly, and you probably couldn't see the seductive look that Aryan had described, of her fiddling with her blonde hair.
Della stared at the mermaid's hair that trembled with her breathing, thinking with some regret. She reached for the juice beside her, and just as she held the cold can, she heard a sharp female voice:
"who are you?"
Della shuddered and looked behind her. A ghost with rimmed glasses that she had never seen before was looking at her with a puffed face. Della subconsciously reached for her bag and wanted to take out the glasses.