Chapter 206 Love
It was almost December when Della received a letter from her taciturn legal father, which she opened in her dormitory.
Slytherin's great victory on the Quidditch field prompted Snape to write one more sentence on the letter paper.
'Sirius hasn't been seen since Halloween. ' Normally, Snape's letter would end there.
'This time Slytherin beat Gryffindor, by a huge margin, by 270 points.' Snape's handwriting, Snape's punctuation habits, but words like 'by a huge margin' are not something Professor Snape would write.
Draco?
Thinking of this, Della read the last half of the letter, which was scribbled out but still legible, "I want to (read) -"
Snape didn't even finish spelling the word 'miss' before he used his quill to cross out the 'I' in front of it. Della could imagine Snape glaring at Draco because of this sentence.
Would Draco be frightened by Snape's appearance?
He would probably be shaking with fear, but since he dared to do it in front of Professor Snape, he must have overcome this fear a long time ago.
The Draco of the past would not be like this. After not seeing each other for half a year, Draco has grown not only physically, but also psychologically.
Through this letter, Della concluded that Draco was different from the past, but was walking towards her just like before, and she suddenly wanted to see him very much.
The curse on my body is indeed too troublesome.
Under the warm magic light, Della rolled up her sleeves and looked at her right wrist, where no red mark could be seen. Saviya's curse had already blended into her soul. Generally speaking, the curse on her could not be lifted unless the caster lifted the curse.
[Generally speaking], but Della is not ordinary.
When she was living alone in a Muggle apartment in Country Y, she began to teach herself the theory and practical operations of curses. She understood the theory very well, so before coming here, she was able to cast a very targeted and accurate curse on the wallet.
For a curse, this level is not low, but the curse that should not be broken still cannot be broken.
After all, it concerns the soul, and curses are something that can only be broken by the person who cast the curse.
However, it's not just curses that affect the soul; black magic can also affect the soul.
Theoretically, Della could use black magic to carefully filter out the curses cast by others from her soul.
This process is dangerous and there has never been a related example, so it is a very risky behavior.
Della herself was not afraid of danger and adventure. Rather, she was quite eager to try. However, she had to find a closed and reliable environment to conduct the experiment. Beauxbatons did not provide her with such an environment, so Della could only postpone the matter until Durmstrang.
If she didn't lift the curse next semester, Della would choose to study at Durmstrang. She liked Beauxbatons very much, but she needed more independent space.
"Oh." Della sighed, folded the letter and put it away, picked up the quill and continued to do the clerical work in the laboratory. She worked very seriously until the sound of Bellinda opening the door at nine o'clock reached her ears, and Della pulled herself away from her work.
"Is your work going well?" Belinda asked as she entered the bedroom.
"When will things go wrong for me?" Belinda raised her voice slightly. She raised her neck slightly, revealing a smooth and graceful curve, showing a bit of arrogance, while Maggie lay lazily on her shoulders.
After just one outing, Maggie, who had resisted at first, completely accepted Belinda.
Tsk.
Question Belinda, get close to Belinda, and "fall in love" with Belinda.
This is the iron law of Bellinda summarized by Della.
"I asked the wrong question," Della corrected herself immediately, "Have you encountered any new challenges at work?"
"Oh, not at all." Bellinda blinked several times before suppressing her eye roll. "The recent work content is not new at all. I want to stay in school to attend classes."
"......" Della was willing to accommodate Bellinda, but still couldn't accept that she didn't take classes seriously. "So, will you go to more classes?"
"It depends on my mood~" Belinda leaned over and pinched Della's face, then put Maggie back on her shoulder.
"I really want to see you in class." Dela reached out to steady Maggie, and then advised Bellinda.
"I wanted to see you outside of class," Belinda sighed as if aggrieved, "You are either in class or working. Is this the schedule for a 13-year-old child?"
"It's not a good choice to shift the problem to others when being criticized, Belinda." Della twitched the corners of her mouth and responded to Belinda's complaint calmly.
"I just feel it's a pity, to be honest, Della," Belinda leaned on Della's desk, half turned her body to look down at her, "You choose to do this now, and you will have to do it again in ten or twenty years. Is life just for work and study?"
"I think I have to correct your idea of what I will 'have to' do in the future." Della laughed, waved at Belinda, motioning her to come closer, and then whispered in Belinda's ear about what she had gained from the two major projects.
Like other senior researchers involved in the airship project, she received some shares in the project. These were shares in a public project that had been put into operation, and she would receive a considerable income every year.
Although the buyout fee for her "Jin Yin Xin" photo was only a symbolic fee, it was still a considerable amount.
Belinda's amber eyes widened as she listened, and as soon as Della finished, she immediately accused her with a serious face, "I am now going to label you a capitalist lady who exploited me."
"Be sure to hide your jewelry boxes when you say that, my simple little Belinda." Della smiled. She and Belinda looked at each other for three seconds, then both of them smiled and turned their heads away.
They have different habits, different concepts, and different hobbies, but they just get along well.
Moreover, Della could clearly feel that Belinda was becoming more and more open about her feelings.
It is love, and it is not love.
Perhaps it was the difference between friendship and love. Since Belinda was bisexual, the difference between the two was not only difficult for Della to distinguish, but perhaps Belinda had also been confused for a long time.
After all, Bellinda once wanted love very much. She did not possess love, but wanted to have love, and she always had love through falling in love.
However, on the bench where all the loves were laid out before her, Bellinda distinguished those loves and rethought the way to possess these "loves". She is still thinking about it now, so she has never been in love.
But no matter what, Bellinda's most valuable realization is that she already has all the love.