Chapter 269 The Pity and Happiness of the Ferret
Draco was personally sent back by Dag Rocher on the morning of the second day of the World Cup. While Draco was still worried about Della's physical condition, Miss Riddle's closeness to him caused some shock.
Lucius was visibly relieved by this, and Narcissa was even more concerned about Draco's depression because he couldn't see Della again.
Draco was not as depressed as Narcissa imagined. All his visiting cards were rejected. He could see that Della's brother didn't like him at all, but this time he did not fall into the lonely situation of the past - Della would reply to his letters every day.
It's just that sometimes she would reply a little slower, as if in order to let Della have a better rest, her brother had controlled her entertainment time a little. Draco was worried about Della's physical condition while sharing his day on Silver Letter. Every time he got a response from Della, he felt as if they had returned to their daily life at Hogwarts.
It was a pity that Della's health still needed recovery, so he didn't see her when school started. After the silver letter arrived at Hogwarts, it lost all functions due to insufficient signal, and he couldn't contact Della again.
Of course, the letter could not be sent. Draco tried, and three days later the owl shakily delivered the letter back to him intact, as if some powerful confounding spell had hidden the Riddle family's residence.
It has been a week since the start of school, and Draco thinks about Della all the time. The students who come to test him every day serve as a reminder to him that "Della is not with you again", which makes Draco very depressed.
Today he sat in the corridor outside Hogwarts Castle, lazily basking in the sun, wondering if Della was also resting in the sunshine.
Students walked past him one after another, casting various looks at him as they passed by. Draco would choose whether to look back depending on his mood, but he would just ignore them anyway.
Harry and the other two also appeared in front of him. Draco avoided their sight, thinking that they would pass by him like the others, but three shadows stopped in front of him.
"..." Draco looked up and said unhappily. He felt that he and Harry were really at odds. You know, he was the one who took the initiative to cause trouble for this savior in the past, but now it was the other way around. "What for?"
"Is there any news about Della?" Harry asked, "How is her health? When will she return to school?"
"What does this have to do with you?" Draco showed his usual arrogance, not wanting others to see that he didn't understand his girlfriend's situation.
"The silver letter in the school is not even as good as a book," Ron pouted, exposing Draco's situation, "The one who delivered the letter to this guy this morning was the same one from his family. I told you that Malfoy would not know about Della's situation."
"What are you talking about, Weasley!" Draco blushed half angry and half embarrassed, "Who would ask about other people's love affairs as openly as you do? Besides, I have never lost contact with Della."
"So how's Della doing lately?" Hermione asked.
"Uh..." Draco was stuck, his face turned redder, and then he shouted stubbornly, "Of course she told me that she was getting better! And this has nothing to do with you."
"Lies..." Hermione whispered, and she rubbed Harry's arm, signaling that they could leave.
Draco glared at them unconvinced, then turned around and let them go. However, before the three of them had walked far in his peripheral vision, he felt a chill on his back, and then his body spun uncontrollably, and his field of vision became lower and smaller.
"I hate people who attack others behind their backs!"
When the hoarse voice of this year's new crazy teacher exploded in his ears, Draco found himself lying on the ground with his hands turned into white claws.
Merlin! What the hell?!
He didn't even pull out his wand, and he didn't even glare at Harry and the others, so what could he use to attack others? !
Draco was speechless and forgot about his grievance for a moment. He heard the "bang bang" sound of the rotten wooden leg hitting the ground behind him and Ron's uncontrollable laughter in front of him. He finally panicked and subconsciously started to turn around and try to escape.
He had only run a few steps when he floated up again. No matter how hard he tried, it was of no use. Draco, who had turned into a ferret, screamed shrilly, but this did not get him any mercy. He was thrown up and down in the air again, getting closer to the ground each time.
"Attacking others behind their backs is the most filthy and shameful thing to do!"
"Never—never—do that again!"
Moody's groundless accusation and the faint laughter of his classmates surrounded the panicked Draco, and tears fell from the ferret's little eyes.
Suddenly, Draco felt all the buoyancy on his body disappear, and he slammed to the ground in mid-air. He closed his eyes in despair and could only accept the coming pain.
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Time passed minute by minute, and the expected pain did not come. The ferret's tearful little eyes opened and found itself stopped an inch from the ground.
"What are you doing, Professor Moody?"
Not only that, the sound of longing also came. The floating ferret turned his head and saw Della followed by two tall adult wizards. The girlfriend he had been thinking about day and night was frowning and looking at the crazy professor who was doing bad things.
"Teach the unqualified student a lesson," Moody snorted at Della, still holding his wand and subtly pointing it at Della, the well-known daughter of the Dark Lord. His tone was contemptuous, and he seemed to be quite disdainful of Della. "Besides, I think you also need to be educated."
"Stay for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class," Della turned to the two wizards and nodded to Moody. The ferret flew towards her at this moment. "I will look forward to your education, Professor Moody. I hope you will not let me down."
"Are you finally coming back to school?" Moody's fake eye turned rapidly and locked onto Della.
Della held the ferret in her arms and soothed him gently, "I'm just here for school."
She replied coldly, not caring about the trio running towards her through the corridor behind her and Moody who obviously didn't want to let her go. She gave a look to the two men who were helping her with the exemption procedures and turned away.
Two wizards from Country D blocked the trio, and Della easily blocked Moody's magic. She took Draco, who was still a ferret, back to the Slytherin common room under everyone's gaze.
There were people who wanted to talk to her along the way, but although Della's expressionless face was not as cold as ice, it was terrifyingly distant. The bravest person only took two steps towards her, and then nothing else happened.
Della carried the ferret back to Draco's dormitory without any obstruction. When they were alone in the small enclosed space, she rescued her boyfriend from the Transfiguration Curse.
Della knew that Draco didn't want to embarrass himself in public again.
Draco rushed towards her almost the moment his body grew bigger. His strength was so great that he threw Della onto the bed behind her. Draco hugged her tightly and said in a joyful and aggrieved tone, "I missed you so much, Della."
"I miss you, too, Draco." Della leaned against the soft bed, looked up at the ceiling and blinked. Before she recovered from the warm embrace, her body and mind habitually comforted Draco. However, she was not fully recovered yet, and she could not help coughing twice, "Cough-cough—"
Hearing Della's cough that seemed to consume her life force, Draco came back to his senses, and quickly turned over and sat up, helped Della up and patted her back to help her breathe. He said distressedly, "You are not well yet, right? Why are you still forcing yourself to come here?"
"It's legitimate to ask for leave, but it will also be counted as my absence from class," Della said. "I've already passed most of the wizard level exams when I was in Country D. I plan to apply for exemption here first to save myself the trouble later."
This was an excuse. Della actually took time out from her recuperation to come to school in order to communicate with Cynthia White.
It is undeniable that Dellaneri has a tendency to evade many things, but she is a responsible person and she will always face up to her responsibilities in the end.
Cynthia White was her creation, and she is responsible for Cynthia White and for those influenced by Cynthia White.
"Wizard Level Exam?" Draco's eyes widened slightly. As a fourth-year student, he still felt that this word was very far away. However, when he thought of Della's ability, his surprise was completely replaced by admiration. "You are really amazing, Della!"
Della smiled, she took one of Draco's hands and held it, "I have done a lot of things this year, do you want to hear about it, Draco?"
"Of course!" Draco shook Della's hand back, his cheeks slightly flushed, his heart full. He always wanted to return to this daily routine where he could share life leisurely with Della.
"In the past year, I went to two schools, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, and the landscape and habits of each school were very different..."
Leaving aside the complex psychological changes and all the details about her career, Della told Draco about a happy and fulfilling life studying abroad, so happy and fulfilling that it seemed as if it was not the year she had experienced.
There was no way. In the past year, happy moments were few and far between, and Della had never been a complainer, as if she had no natural need to be comforted.
Draco had been listening attentively, always exclaiming and asking questions, as if participating enough in the conversation would make him feel less regretful about being separated from Della for a year.
The cautious and overly considerate young couple who just reunited will still have some time to adjust to each other in the future.
I hope they can successfully adjust to this sweet and painful youth.
Gradually, Draco began to share his year at Hogwarts, and he started talking about Cynthia White, who had attracted much attention within just a few days of entering the school.
It wasn't just her looks that made people look at her sideways.
"On the first day of class, I heard a boy made fun of the red marks on her neck," Draco said, raising an eyebrow, "White gave him pustules all over his body in class."
"And at lunch today," Draco raised his eyebrows even higher, "I heard that she slapped a boy in the face this morning, but I didn't hear the reason. It seems that she will be detained for this in the evening."
"..." Della's guilt was definitely the main feeling in her heart, but at this moment she felt a subtle sense of not knowing whether to laugh or cry. She concluded, "She is really a character."
"Yeah, I think so too," Draco agreed.