Chapter 161 Departure
The weather in July is stuffy and humid, especially in the morning. The moist, realistic fog surrounds you, and you absorb water with every breath. Your body is stuffy and sweat is constantly pouring out.
Aidan couldn't stand the feeling of being wet from the inside out. As soon as he knocked on the door of Della's Muggle apartment, he took out his clothes from his suitcase and immediately asked to take a shower.
"There's a bathroom on the first floor that I haven't used." Della said as she took out a brand new bath towel and towel from the cupboard next to the door and handed them to Aidan, then pointed out the location of the bathroom to him.
"Thanks." Aidan took the towel and reached out to smooth his shiny golden hair upwards, making his handsome and unruly face look sharper and his deep blue eyes even more dazzling.
Aidan hurried to the bathroom. Della looked up at the clock which had just pointed to half past seven, thinking about her flight to France at ten o'clock today. She calculated the time it would take to get to the airport. Feeling that there was more than enough time, she did not rush Aidan and decided to go to her bedroom to take a look.
She now lives in a high-end apartment provided by the Ministry of Magic, which has six bedrooms, two living rooms and three bathrooms. Della is the only one living there, and it is so empty that every word she speaks can be heard.
Perhaps because she was used to living in the Hogwarts dormitory, Della installed a desk and chair in her bedroom even though she had a study room. She preferred to bring her books here to read after nine o'clock in the evening.
Of course, it's all empty now. Della packed up her things last night. She just came to say goodbye to this small house where she had lived for several months.
How many times have I said goodbye to my bedroom? This is the sixth time.
Once at the orphanage, twice at Mrs. Mason's house, once at Snape's house, once at the Hogwarts dormitory, and now once, as if she just couldn't stay in one place for long.
"Dongdong-"
Feeling a little melancholy, Aidan, who had just finished taking a quick shower and changing his clothes, leaned against the door frame and knocked twice on her open door to let Della know of his presence.
"Did you bring your passport and everything?" Aidan asked, his blond hair falling to the side and dripping onto the towel draped over his shoulders.
"Everything is ready, Senior Aidan," Della waved her handbag at him. She added seriously, "Even the curse to bring bad luck has been cast. Do you want me to help you? There are a lot of thieves recently."
"Don't tell the people in the ministry that you violated the underage control law," Aidan laughed so hard that his chest shook, but his hands didn't stop moving at all. He threw his wallet over, "But the magic area of Country Y rejected you, and now they can't control you."
Dela reached out to take the leather wallet and began to cast a spell with the new wand the Ministry of Magic gave her. It was made of cherry wood, dragon nerve, and was twelve inches long. It was not as easy to use as the old one, but Dela, who could already cast spells without a wand, didn't care about the tiny touch.
To prevent the Ministry of Magic from checking the spells used with her wand, Della hid her old wand in the Shrieking Shack.
"I just noticed that you bought me a first-class ticket?" Della threw her wallet back. She checked the luggage one last time and then used an isolation spell on them to avoid some troublesome security checks. There were quite a lot of strange-shaped metal equipment in the magic course.
"Of course, the money approved by the department must be used according to the highest reimbursement standards," Aidan casually took his wallet and tossed it twice. "By the way, where are your snake and bird? Are you going to ship them?"
"I have my own way." Della put them into the alchemy room suitcase she made, and then shrunk the suitcase and put it into the small suitcase.
"Okay, let's go." Seeing Della pick up her light luggage, Aidan stood up against the door frame. When Della responded and walked to his side, he exclaimed, "What is your curse?"
Della looked up at him, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, with an expression of 'if you are really curious why are you asking now', but she quickly answered Aidan's question, "It's a one-time thing. Once someone steals a wallet, he will be unlucky until we check the tickets."
"Before ticket checking?" Aidan felt that this limitation was very meaningful. He did not ask any more questions, but immediately decided to give a lucky thief a chance to make a fortune.
So, while they were queuing up for ticket checking, a young man with cream soup all over his body, rotten vegetable leaves stuck in his hair, and his face swollen from bee stings, screamed and rolled three meters away from Aidan, and his stolen wallet flew out of his clothes and fell into Aidan's pocket.
The wallet flew away so accurately and quickly that the passengers waiting to board the plane stared at the unfortunate man in amazement, and no one noticed the wallet.
The flight attendant rushed over, held the man down and shouted "Are you okay?" twice, when dozens of wallets fell out of the man's arms.
"It's a thief!" the passengers shouted in surprise.
"Oh, your curse is so accurate." Aidan handed his ID from his lost wallet to the ticket counter and turned to praise Della.
"You deserve praise for your courage in deliberately throwing away your ID today," Della retorted indifferently.
"That's what makes it interesting." Aidan glanced at the thief surrounded by medical staff and guards, shook his head and smiled, "You're going to Country F, so you can't be a little free and romantic."
"Such freedom and romance?" Della raised an eyebrow. "I highly doubt it."
"You're much more interesting now," Aidan said, looking Della left and right after she checked her tickets. "You were too polite before."
"Really?" Della turned her head to look at Aidan. As she raised her head slightly, her neck arched in a slender arc. "It was the past. The situation is very different now." She replied in a flat tone.
In the past, Della wanted to create a humble image of being good in both character and academic performance. Now everyone thinks that she is Voldemort's daughter. Even if she is not from Voldemort's faction, Della does not want to cater to the expectations of those who hate her, so she decided to cross out the item of humility and maximize the benefits that Voldemort's reputation can bring her.
"You're fine now. A cold face looks much better than a fake smile." Aidan said.
But people don't always have the capital to not laugh.
Della didn't argue with the former male president next to her on this topic. She asked Aidan about the result that Snape only wrote half of yesterday, "Senior Aidan, what is the house cup this year?"
"Hufflepuff, it's obvious! I've done a great job," Aidan said as a matter of course.
"I read the Daily Prophet. I got the Order of Merlin, First Class. Congratulations, senior." Della complimented.
"Yes, it is this medal that adds a lot of honor points to our college, far exceeding the 400 points added by the special contribution awards of Gryffindor's little savior and his friend." Aidan's blue eyes raised slightly. He wondered what the name of Harry Potter's friend was, and finally he only remembered that it was a red-haired person.
First Class Order of Merlin... Della had previously learned about the historical recipients of this medal. Dumbledore received the First Class Medal after defeating Grindelwald, Cornelius Fudge received the First Class Medal for his political achievements, and the records showed that many families also received the First Class Medal due to their large donations.
Aidan's role in the attack on the Slytherin heir is unquestionable, but the first-class medal is too flexible in its issuance, and the upper and lower limits are so far apart that it seems to be somewhat ineffective.
In any case, Hufflepuff won the house cup this year, with Aidan alone holding up the bottom score, and this result can be said to be an upset.
Della tried to imagine the scene in the Great Hall during the House Cup, where the students sat at the long tables of their own houses, looking up at Dumbledore on the wooden platform with their expectant and excited faces, and then Dumbledore began to talk about the scores of each house, and perhaps explained a few words about the unusually high scores of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff this year.
Will he play the trick of giving extra points again this year? That would be interesting. Losing and regaining something can stir up a person's emotions the most.
Della wanted to confirm this with Aidan. She opened her beautiful lips, hesitated for a moment, and then swallowed it all. The more details she knew, the more she felt lost after being out of touch.
So she assumed that Dumbledore would do the same as he did in the House Cup when she was a freshman, and implement a little prank of sudden extra points, and then the long table that won the House Cup would start cheering. They would raise their hands and wave vigorously, hug their friends and scream, and maybe even throw the hero high into the air, and the flag above their heads would become their symbol in the midst of this jubilation.
How would Slytherin deal with their stolen glory?
There would probably be a booing first, and the Gryffindors might join in the booing, but the Gryffindors' booing was just to vent their emotions, and they would immediately start clapping. As for the Slytherins, Della estimated that they would be depressed and keep looking at them with unhappy eyes.
In the past, she didn't want to be there when Slytherin lost Quidditch, but this time when they lost the House Cup, she really wanted to be there.
Only then did Della taste some of Saviya's curse for keeping her away from her homeland and old friends. Things that cannot be touched are always desirable. Ordinary things are modified to be beautiful, and the touchable beauty of the past becomes a luxury. Isolated individuals will become more and more obsessed with the past.
And in this indulgence, the individual's pursuits and principles are lowered by oneself.
Saviya wanted her to live in regret and confusion forever, and she succeeded to a certain extent. However, Della's companions include not only old friends, but also things that threaten Della's life. Now she can only choose to move forward.