Chapter 182 Two unusual lessons
Draco was still full of confidence on the first night of school. Although Snape rejected him in person, he firmly believed that he would be able to contact Della through Snape in the end.
Where did his confidence come from? Draco couldn't explain it clearly, perhaps he had a subconscious feeling that the love between him and Della could overcome everything.
Draco, a third-grade boy, is still an innocent little boy. Unfortunately, fate always likes to give innocent children some suffering.
Before Draco could figure out how the stupid giant Hagrid was hired as a professor at Hogwarts, he failed Professor Hagrid's first magical creatures class.
A harpy named Buckbeak kicked him hard in the arm, leaving a huge cut that caused so much blood to flow that Draco fell to the ground groaning in pain, thinking he would die before he even saw Della.
Different people have different opinions on who was at fault in this classroom accident, but since the accident happened in the classroom, Hagrid cannot escape being held accountable.
After all, the Hippogriff is generally considered to be a powerful magical creature in the wizarding world. When a student is hurt by this big guy due to improper operation, most people will only focus on "a student is hurt by this big guy", and what's even more unfortunate is that Draco is planning to take advantage of the situation.
No matter how quickly Madam Pomfrey healed him, the pain along the way could not be erased. He had never been injured so badly before!
And just because the wound is gone, does he have to be so generous as to say it's okay, or even take the blame like those lions said?
Oh…Della wasn’t around anymore, he could call her by her first name now.
Humph, you arrogant saint Potter, punk-blood Granger and lousy Weasley, if you have the guts, go get stepped on, bleed all over the place, and then be driven around by a bunch of gossip.
Fortunately, he was a Malfoy and could completely ignore the deadly looks and accusations from these guys. Draco could also see that the trio attached great importance to Hagrid, which made him find a way to vent his resentment.
So even though Madam Pomfrey healed him, Draco still claimed that he was seriously physically injured and had suffered a major psychological blow. He immediately wrote two letters home. The letter to his father told him how the new Professor Hagrid had hurt him intentionally, and the letter to his mother described how much pain and fear he was in.
As a child spoiled by both parents, Draco knows very well how to achieve his goals through his parents.
On Thursday, Draco, who had pretended to have his right arm in a sling, reappeared in class, acting as if he was still weak and staggering. When he saw Harry's eyes widened, Draco suddenly became happy.
Ha! If you are not unlucky, then the people around you will be unlucky!
But sooner or later you will definitely be in trouble, it's your fault for taking Della away!
The great savior Harry Potter!
Draco had just finished explaining the twists and turns of the first class on Fantastic Beasts, and Della also had a lecture that was a little beyond her expectations.
The highlight of the envelope that Ange sent to Snape on Monday was a parental consent form. Beauxbatons had regular physiology lectures for middle school students, and only children with parental consent could attend the lectures.
Della is currently taking classes with senior students, but in terms of age, she is in the transition stage from a girl to a teenager. Olga Jimenez, who teaches her Muggle Studies, talked to her privately about the lecture and told her to send the consent form to her parents.
This seemingly frivolous vampire professor is surprisingly reliable.
Della successfully obtained Snape's informed consent and attended the first female physiology class on Saturday, also taught by Olga. The first week's schedule was separate for boys and girls, with the boys' class on Sunday.
The girls in the third, fourth and fifth grades gathered in the Beauxbatons auditorium with a podium and rows of red velvet seats. They listened with open eyes, curious and shy, as Olga Jimenez talked to them about growth.
Della sat in an inconspicuous corner, listening to Olga's explanation and the whispered discussions and jokes of the girls around her, feeling an indescribable strange feeling in her heart.
She had read a lot of books before and had some knowledge of physiology, but what Olga talked about was far beyond what she knew. Della listened to Olga's well-founded popular science and her experience sharing in a teasing manner, and knew that she was still a child.
But in a place full of children, even though everyone looks the same, young and energetic, Della still feels that she doesn't fit in.
Moreover, even if she went to a place full of adults, Della herself and most of the adults would not treat her as a child.
But she is indeed a child and needs to receive education so that she can grow up healthily and soundly in all aspects.
After finishing the rewarding physiology class, Della, who received a small box of "female supplies", understood Olga Jimenez's intention in informing her of this matter, and felt a little touched.
Della probably subconsciously thinks that she is a child, but a specific kind of child. She is only a child in front of specific people or emotions.
"How did you feel about your first physiology class?" Bellinda asked as soon as she returned to the dormitory.
"It was an eye-opener," Della said honestly, "but Professor Jimenez's lecture was a little bigger than I expected."
"The first class of the new semester... yes, there were only girls," Bellinda recalled with a roll of her eyes, "but that doesn't matter. It's better to know this in class than to hear it from someone with ulterior motives. Children are easily deceived."
Bellinda's words were subtle, but they expressed the meaning of some unpleasant words that Della had accidentally heard this afternoon. Della, who always paid attention to language, fully supported throwing such words at those beasts this time.
Anyone who had ulterior motives for doing this to the child would be despised by even the most vicious prisoner in Azkaban.
These were the exact words of Olga Jimenez, who, after giving a bunch of Muggle examples, wrinkled her nose and summed it up to the girls below.
"Yes," Della nodded, her face expressionless but her words sincere, "so I gained a lot while broadening my horizons."
"Ah~" Belinda stared at Della's face without any concealment, leaned over and gently lifted Della's pointed chin, "Is it my illusion? I feel that you are a little different from the beginning."
"Not quite the same?" Della subconsciously raised her head slightly and avoided Belinda's touch. Knowing that Belinda was probably used to such intimacy with her partner, she did not say much and just followed Belinda's words, "Attitude or appearance?"
"Attitude affects appearance," Belinda tactfully withdrew her hand, but still carefully studied Della's face as she frowned and let her look at her. "Now I think you are more 'Della'."
"......" Belinda's words didn't make any sense. Della didn't know whether the "Della" standard came first or the "Della" person came first. After thinking for a while, she met Belinda's amber eyes and asked, "Is this a compliment?"
"I don't know, but I like you like this. Doesn't it mean that our relationship is better?" Belinda blinked and raised the ending tone of her question, but said it with the feeling of a statement.
"Your preferences are very unusual, Belinda," Della also blinked, but her face remained expressionless, "but this does show that our relationship has improved."
"Ah!" Belinda listened to Della's caring words and looked at her expressionless face. She cried out softly and figured out the key point. "I know. You have a natural poker face, and now you don't pretend to be in front of me."
Innate... or perhaps that's the right way to put it. She never thought that tiny movements and expressions made sense since she was a child, but she was quite aware that these things could quickly build a sense of identity in interpersonal communication. When she was at Hogwarts, she was also willing to externalize some of her emotions to cooperate with her friends.
"So your preferences are unusual, Belinda," Della repeated herself again, this time with a slight smile, "most people would feel pressured by me."
"Who cares about them?" Belinda said, reaching out and pinching Della's soft little face.