[HP] Dali's Bread

Darley really underestimated Harry and Ron's repertoire.

Trelawney greatly praised their work and added ten points to Gryffindor.Dali, who was sitting next to her, quickly grabbed the parchment on their table, expressing that she wanted to learn from the excellent finished product.

Fighting, drowning, and beheading are indeed more tragedies than her stiff neck.

After class, Hermione, who gave up the divination class, reappeared in front of Harry and Ron. She was holding a large box and a large roll of parchment. She was lobbying them for something. When she saw Dali passing by, she also called her Living.

"Dursley, do you want to join?" Hermione's box creaked.

Dali slowly put the divination textbook into her schoolbag, and picked up the badge Hermione handed over.

"Vomit?" Dali pronounced the name after repeated confirmation.

"It's SPEW." Hermione was a little speechless, "It means the House-Elf Rights Promotion Association, which has just been established."

"Oh, can I ask how many people there are?" She put the badge back in the box, wondering if the association sounded too popular.

"Add them." Hermione pointed to Ron and Harry, and the two boys kept shaking their heads. "There are three in total."

"Well... not bad." Dali didn't know what to say.

"Our short-term goal." Hermione put on a confident look and said, "It is to ensure that the house-elves receive reasonable wages and a good working environment. Our long-term goals include amending the law that prohibits the use of wands, and we must fight for To have an elf in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Fantastic Creatures because the interests of the elves are underrepresented is appalling."

"Ah...it's a great event again." Dali thought of the elf she saw at Malfoy's house, a bit noisy and self-harming, she didn't really like this kind of creatures, let alone want to do something for them Fighting for profit, and Hermione seemed to be the only one who thought so, Harry and Ron looked fed up.

"What do you think, are you interested?" Hermione asked again.

"Not interested, thank you." Dali turned around and wanted to leave, but was held back by Hermione again, and the two boys looked like they had escaped.

"Dursley, I understand that we have misunderstandings, but our family has Muggle members in common. We learn enlightenment knowledge different from traditional wizards. Don't you think this is a kind of cruel exploitation?"

"Indeed, I'm joining, but I don't wear a badge, and I don't promote it." Daly praised Hermione in a serious manner, and paid the membership fee of two Sickles, then turned around and wanted to leave again.

"Oh, thank you, but the badge must be given to you." Hermione shook her big suitcase, and Dali quickly picked a green one from it, stuffed it into her schoolbag, and quickly slipped away.

Harry whispered to Ron that she was being annoyed by Hermione.

It wasn't close from the Divination classroom to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, but she still ran fast. Professor Moody hadn't arrived yet, and there were only a few students previewing before class.

She randomly found a seat against the wall and sat down, but the energy of studying Defense Against the Dark Arts this year was greatly reduced compared to last year.She didn't take out her textbooks, and was bored looking at the badge Hermione made, thinking that she might be the only Slytherin who agreed to join.Forget it, it's nothing new, it's just a badge made with a copy spell.It's not dynamic, she lost interest after staring at it for a few seconds, and just as she was about to put the badge back, a clean hand snatched it away.

By the way, the man pushed her against the wall, forcing her to sit inside, and took her seat logically.

"Vomit?" The boy smiled and read the words on the badge, pointed the badge at her face, and made an exaggerated retching expression, "What a good image, Dursley."

"Granger gave this to me." Dali rolled her eyes and pointed to the badge. In the next second, Dali caught the badge he threw back. Draco is really exaggerating. He had a horrified expression of dirt on his hands, "Quick! Clean it up for me!"

But he couldn't trust Dali's technique, as if Dali could cut off his hand by cleaning and renewing it, he turned around and said to Parkinson who had just sat down in the back row, "Help my hand!"

"Oh, my God! Draco! What's wrong! What happened?! Did that woman do something to you?!" Parkinson, who still couldn't figure out what happened, also started yelling.

Dali laughed, and she started retching like Draco next to him, "vomit, Malfoy!"

"Ahh! Dursley, you're disgusting!" Parkinson immediately jumped into the back seat.

"Okay, Malfoy, stop acting, Professor Moody is here." Dali nudged Draco, who was still wiping his hands with a square towel, and pointed to the professor's door, and then he stopped , he feared and hated Moody.

To their surprise, Professor Moody announced that he would cast the Imperius Curse on each of his classmates in turn, to demonstrate the spell's power and see if they could resist its effects.

"But—but you said it was illegal, Professor." Hermione said uncertainly, as Moody waved his wand, causing the desks to move aside, leaving a large space in the middle of the room, "You said —to apply it to others is—”

"Professor Dumbledore wants to teach you to feel," said Moody - his magic eye turned and staring at Hermione grimly, unblinkingly, "if you'd like to go through a more cruel Way to learn—waiting for someone to say the spell to you, to take full control of you—that's fine. I agree. You can go."

He stretched out a gnarled finger and pointed to the door of the classroom.Hermione blushed and murmured something, as if to say that she didn't want to leave, she didn't want to miss such an important lesson.

The students were called by Moody at random, and Dali only hoped that she would not be the next one.After all, she didn't want to perform rhythmic gymnastics, imitate animals, etc. like those classmates who were called.At the beginning, everyone was laughing at the funny poses of the classmates who played, but it stopped soon-who knows if the next unlucky one is themselves.

Fortunately, before Dali and the others were called, Moody was already interested in Harry. He trained Harry over and over until he could resist the Imperius Curse, and the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

Dali hoped that he would talk about something else in the next class, and stop talking about those goddamn Unforgivable Curses, so that they would be attacked by Unforgivable Curses at any time.

For the next few days, all the teachers put more burden on them. Professor McGonagall said it was to prepare for the OWL exam next year, but no one dared to say anything.Dali can only think about how she will get away with it next year.

Yes, not even Hagrid spared them.

The snails grow fast, though no one has figured out exactly what they like to eat.Hagrid was so delighted that, as part of "the project," he suggested that they come to his cabin every other day to observe the snails and record their unusual behaviour.

"I'm not going," Draco said unequivocally when Hagrid made the suggestion with the look of Santa Claus pulling an oversized toy out of his pocket, "I've seen enough of these nasty things in class ,Thanks."

The smile on Hagrid's face faded instantly.

"Do as I say," he snarled, "or I'll be like Professor Moody...I hear you're doing pretty well as a ferret, Malfoy."

The Gryffindor students roared with laughter.Draco blushed with anger, but he obviously still remembered the scene of Moody punishing him, so he stopped talking, but Dali started to act like a soft persimmon and was pinched by Draco again.

"Oops! Malfoy is so annoying, don't you come to vent your anger on me! You go team up with Parkinson and listen to her scolding Hagrid! Or with your valet who can help you feed these messy things— Oops! Don't pinch my face!" The task of going to Hagrid's hut with Draco to observe the snails was assigned to Dali, she was reluctant, because some boys were very angry because of Draco. If you want to drag her away, you don't dare to ask her to form a team, so the two of them come to see these fried-tailed snails, who will feed them?Can't wait to stay away from them.

"Disgusting, I can't think of another word for it but disgusting," Draco said, fiddling with Dali's hair—Dali had two low ponytails, but Draco was about to untie them with a smirk on his lips. If you want to mutter about how unsightly it is, you will forcefully tear off her hair.

"Take it off, it's so ugly, Dursley, be good!"

"Get out! Malfoy! Get away from me!"

"It's so fierce, you... I don't like women like you!"

"Who wants you to like it!"

"You, don't you like me very much-take it off quickly."

"Don't use the word 'special', I don't like it! Never!"

Dali definitely wouldn't do it, just pulling and pulling like this, at the same time Hagrid came back from weeding the pumpkin patch, he pushed in the door and saw Dali was pulled off the seat by Draco and half lying on the ground, with her hair loose on one side up.

"Malfoy! You're bullying your classmates right under my nose again!" Hagrid's voice seemed to have been cast with ten loud curses, which stunned Dali.

At the same time, the Blast-tailed snails seemed to be frightened by something, they started to breathe fire, and the sparks exploded all over the room, and a few sporadic fire points jumped to Dali's hair, making them smell the burnt protein.

Dali rushed out first, what crime did she do?Last year, a piece of my hair was burnt and I returned this year.

She sits outside and carefully cuts off a singed piece of hair with a cutting spell, forcing her to put her hair back into a single ponytail so that the cut piece is less visible.Draco was quite satisfied with this, he said in the last potions class of the day that he would be in a group with Dali, and it seemed that it was not based on the guilt of her hair being burned, but more like an outpouring of mercy .Dali weighed it up, and it was worth it to exchange a small section of hair for her Potions grade.By the way, I can also see Parkinson's dismay, and she is very happy to clean up those horned bullfrogs.

And this class will end half an hour earlier, because representatives from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive at [-] o'clock this evening.

The auditorium was decorated overnight.Huge silk banners hung on the walls, each one representing a Hogwarts house: Gryffindor on red with a golden lion, Ravenclaw on blue with a bronze eagle, and Ravenclaw on yellow. The one with a black badger is Hufflepuff, and the one with a green background and a silver python is Slytherin.Behind the teacher's desk hung the largest banner with the Hogwarts coat of arms: a lion, eagle, badger, and snake joined together, surrounded by a large letter H.

The deans of each college maintain discipline in front of their students. Professor McGonagall has been reprimanding the students for their attire. Professor Sprout's side is too noisy. All the little badgers are chattering. Discussing how the students from other schools came here, just as Dali greeted Luna, she was glared at by Professor Snape, and she hurriedly straightened her robes pretendingly.

When the students of Beauxbatons entered Hogwarts in a flying vehicle like a pumpkin carriage in a Muggle fairy tale, the students were even more amazed at their headmaster, Mrs. Maxime, who looked even bigger than Hagrid. Big one.And when the Durmstrang delegation came, the discipline would be out of control, because they brought the world superstar-Victor Krum.

"Where's your lipstick?!" Millicent patted the table in front of Dali, Dali was stunned for a moment, and quickly took it out, but was snatched away by Millicent, "Krum! Can you sign it for me! !"

It was too late, Viktor Krum and his fellow Durmstrang alumni were already walking past Dali's place and sitting on the side of Draco's small circle.

"I hate it so much!" Millicent wanted to slap the lipstick on the table angrily, but Daly snatched the lipstick quickly and put it back in her pocket.

"Dali, go get acquainted with one of their boys, and get me an autograph." Millison casually pointed to the other representatives of Durmstrang.

"Look what you're talking about!" Dali was a little annoyed, "You think I do this kind of thing?"

"Or you can ask Malfoy." Millicent completely ignored Dali's tone, "He's almost mingling with them now."

"I guess he wouldn't, he'd probably say 'don't even think about it'."

"Aren't you together yet? I thought you guys had been in an underground relationship for a long time! You're not lying to me, are you?"

"I'm not with him! Millicent!"

"Oh, it's also possible that I was wrong. Why are you so anxious? I also heard from several people that the teacher often said that Malfoy would beat you every time." Millicent recalled something, and murmured: "His Bloodline discrimination has always been serious, there is no way, who gave him the surname Malfoy. Just bear it before graduation."

"Is it true that you are so powerful that you have to be beaten every time?" Dali's knowledge of Slytherin's gossip reached a new height.

"Ah, isn't it?"

"No, he was beaten severely! He has violent tendencies!"

Dali immediately added a rich touch to this rumor.

The author has something to say:

Hermione is formidable, advanced in thinking and capable of action.

But this chapter is still two little kids falling in love, Draco is too late, so he can only get along with Dali like this.Both of them are a bit annoying to each other and can't live without him, and Dali feels that she doesn't like him anymore.But still reluctant.And Draco just kept denying and couldn't stop feeling that way.