[HP] Dali's Bread

Dali spent her weekends in Diagon Alley, and Newt practiced Occlumency in addition to teaching her some more advanced defensive spells.This is a very partial subject, but in special times, in order to prevent Momo from being used, she must protect her mind.

Although this protection process is a bit difficult, we have to emphasize again that she is really not a good student. The basic requirement of Occlumency is to get rid of all distracting thoughts, not to think, not to recall, so that there is no feeling, and it can prevent others from expressing It performs insanity.Her mind is too messy, and she always has some strange ideas involuntarily.So, her Occlumency is struggling.But Newt inherited Hufflepuff's good temper, and he would not use harsh words against her.After practicing for a month, Dali's Occlumency began to show rough edges.

"Mr. Newt, you are too kind to Dali. If you teach at Hogwarts, we will definitely not drop out." Fred said with a smile.

"Don't think about it, I'm Newt's only student." At this moment, Dali put on a good student appearance again, and the damn desire to win and lose came to her mind again, "If you know what the only one is, then It's time for you to greet the guests." She made a gesture of invitation.

The work clothes of Weasley's joke shop are magenta robes, which do not match the fiery red heads of the two of them, perhaps this is also a concession they made for the sake of entertainment.

"Dude, she always can't figure out who this is." George elbowed Fred, who opened his eyes slightly, shrugged his shoulders and said, "She's not always like this."

There are more young faces in Diagon Alley, which means that Hogwarts students are starting to have a holiday.She has more time to spend in the store, and there is nothing embarrassing except to say hello to her classmates occasionally.

Of course, we have to mention something big beyond social ties - Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge confirmed in a short statement on Friday night that the man who must not even be named has returned to the country and has returned to the country. The activity was launched once.

"It is with great regret that I have to announce that the self-proclaimed Demon Lord - oh, you know who I mean - is alive and active among us again," Fudge said in an address to reporters. Looking tired and distraught, "It is also a pity that we are reporting a massive rebellion among the dementors of Azkaban who have expressed their opposition to continuing to work for the Ministry. We believe these dementors are currently working for the Ministry of Magic. The devil works.

"We strongly urge the wizarding community to remain vigilant. The Ministry of Magic is publishing an initial defense guide for families and individuals, which will be distributed free of charge to all wizarding families over the next month."

"This kind of thing is useless." George rolled the guide into a ball and threw it into the trash can. "They don't believe what they said, and the Ministry of Magic ordered a batch of goods from us. Can you imagine? Some people don't even have a decent I can't even use the Iron Armor Charm, and thanks again Harry, he's such a good teacher—"

A lone voice calling for truth is considered insane, yet he stands his ground unwaveringly forced to endure ridicule and slander

"What teacher?" Dali and Fred were playing the hangman game, and with a flick of her hand, Fred's little man chopped off her little man's head.

"Didn't he tell you?" Fred put the villain's head back together again. "Again! Dali! How can you be so bad at Scrabble!"

"No, go on, what teacher? Don't fight ahead, I'm still listening!" Dali patted Fred's hand and glared at him angrily.

"I thought you knew that Harry formed a club in fifth grade, D·A, who taught us Defense Against the Dark Arts instead of Umbridge, and was finally leaked by Emok, and Hermione thought up her face The method, I have to say, is really clever." George walked up to Dali, squatted down with his arms folded, and started playing the hangman game with Fred. They could read each other's thoughts, so the spelling speed was very fast. , even they are trying spelling at double speed and triple speed...

"Informant?" Dali rested her chin on one hand, "Hermione came up with it? Smart?"

"Whistleblowers will pay a price. Once a whistleblower, a lifetime of whistleblowers. It is said that it is permanent." Fred shrugged casually, and his answer caused George's villain to chop off his villain's head.

"This, this looks disfigured!" Dali recalled Marietta's appearance. She was passable, but her hair was like a guinea pig.

"But if she didn't inform, it wouldn't be like this."

"Indeed, so I'm not going to make an evaluation." Dali said, "I just sympathize with her as a person who is not the center of the incident." But as the people of the incident itself, such as Fred and George, and even everyone in D·A, Everyone would think she deserved it.

"Well, no one sympathizes with her—" George patted her on the shoulder, "I thought you'd be more interested in Harry's D.A Club."

"Would you believe me if I said that Malfoy had already guessed his meeting?" Dali raised her chin slightly, she seemed very proud, she was wrong, but she was still a little disappointed because Harry didn't tell her , but Harry won't tell her a lot of things out of ten, she has long been used to it, "and he told me that you will definitely disintegrate internally."

"Come on, don't mention that man," said George wearily. "He's a little Death Eater now, I'd like to remind you."

Dali pursed her lips, unable to say a word, and finally could only falter: "His father is, but he may not be."

"Isn't it true that you also said it? This is [-]%." ​​Fred's villain beat George's and chopped off his head. "Don't worry about old love, that kid is worth nothing of."

"Of course I didn't. I'm cool. A breakup is a breakup." Dali spread her hands, pretending to be understated on purpose. Obviously, it wasn't quite like it. "It's been a while since we broke up, and he never wrote. Even in this situation, um...he didn't write to me, I mean, his father can't control him anymore! He still doesn't write to me!"

She looked so angry that she punched the table with her fist and suffocated the villain on her side. George quickly took out his wand and used a repairing spell, and the suffocated villain regained the ruthlessness of the executioner. Looks great.

"What a poor girl, she waited from 15 to 16 years old." George emphasized in a pretendingly pitiful tone, "I said, what the third grade said still counts—you can choose one of us, that guy Malfoy is nothing good "He put his hands on the table, leaned his chin on the back of his hands, and looked at her with his head tilted.

"Here we go again." Dali sighed, stood up, stretched her body, and walked to the door, "I'm going out for a stroll."

"We're not kidding." Fred returned the Scrabble hangman game to the sample area.

"Ha, Weasley's Joke Shop." Dali bit the word joke hard, and then pushed open the door without looking back.

She didn't wear Muggle clothes in Diagon Alley. The magenta robes were mixed with all kinds of wizard robes. Some shops in Diagon Alley have been closed. The windows used to display spell books, potion ingredients and cauldrons, colorful, It's all out of sight now, but is completely obscured by a large notice posted by the Ministry of Magic.Most of these forbidding purple notices were blown-up versions of the safety advisories in those pamphlets that the Ministry of Magic circulated over the summer, and some featured black-and-white photographs of wanted Death Eaters in action.Bellatrix Lestrange sneered ferociously in the shop that was still open, and most of the people were in a hurry and their faces were ashen.

Under a stained striped canopy outside Lihen Bookstore, there is a cardboard sign nailed in front of the stall——

Amulet: Effective against werewolves, dementors and inferi

A scruffy little wizard was selling a bunch of silver charms on chains to passers-by, rattling them.

"Little girl, don't you want to buy an amulet?" He greeted Dali loudly when he passed by, grabbed her arm, and stared at her lewdly at the same time, "You need it for your delicate and tender arms, miss. "

"Uh, I don't need it." Dali quickly refused, she wanted to break free from his restraint, maybe he used magic, but his hands didn't move at all, his nails pierced her skin like hooks, he seemed to be determined As if she couldn't use magic, she was forced to buy it, "As long as ten Galleons, it may also stay on your beautiful neck..."

"Let go of your dirty hands!" A wand was pressed against the man's neck and sank like a knife. She recognized the wand, and of course she also recognized the owner of the wand. The dark place was also a degree brighter than hers, but he himself looked paler and haggard, with a fierce light in his gray-blue eyes, and his wand moved a little closer, "Put it down, and get out of here."

The little wizard quickly let go of his grip, and apparating away with his jingling fake, thinking he was unlucky.

"Malfoy!" Dali took his hand as soon as he came up, and got closer as before, but what should she ask?How is your dad?how is your motherHow are you?But in the end, there is only one answer to these questions, and that is not good.

"Didn't I tell you I had a missing memory, and my memory came back, you know what, there's you in it-" Eventually she thought about their connection, but she didn't know that the aura had something to do with it , she just said things lightly like a child who shared a secret.

There might have been a gleam in Draco's eyes, but then they dimmed, and he said coldly, "Stop grabbing me, Dursley. That's just a childhood story."

"However, you said that those were all fate, er, sometimes I also believe in fate, well, you haven't written to me in the past few months, I think we broke up because of the circumstances at the time, now If you don't think so—"

"Don't you understand human language, Dursley." Only then did he realize that he was still letting her hold his hand. He broke off his horse's fingers one by one, and untied his own bracelet and stuffed it into her hand, "I happened to meet you here, so I will give you this thing back, I also remembered, this is really not a good memory, right? If the cause of my fate with you is a fight Inexplicable murder, it would be better to have nothing, your appearance will scare me."

"Uh, um..." Dali grabbed the moon bracelet, the D-shaped letter reflected light, and a sour feeling surged in her heart.

"Don't cry again!" Draco said impatiently.

"I didn't—I didn't!" Dali was anxious by his tone, and threw the moon bracelet on the ground, "I thought you were different from your father! I thought you would choose to help Harry! You just now No, saved me?"

"Help him? Are you crazy! I haven't seen you for a few months, it's getting more and more funny, I'm a Malfoy, stop having unrealistic dreams! Look at who you are, are you sure you're still a person, Dursley - we've broken up, I can't imagine that I'd like you before, it scares me, if you choose, no you will definitely choose Potter, saving you is the last kindness." He seemed to be taken by her. A certain sentence was delighted, he snorted, turned his head and left after speaking, and never looked back.

Dali bowed her head and walked through the canopy. When she looked up again, she couldn't find his pale gold color.

She paced back and forth quickly, and only now rested until the arm that was scratched by the little wizard just now, obviously no longer bleeding, but it was still throbbing with pain.

"Hoo hoo." She blew on the wound and walked quickly back to the joke shop.

The author has something to say:

Dali didn't know how terrifying Voldemort was, but Draco did.

Dali's 15-year-old rebelled against the Ministry of Magic, but even more terrifying Voldemort, she also maintained her innocence.

At the age of 16, Draco still had to separate from Dali.

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