[hp] Fall in love at Hogwarts

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Recently, when my interest is high, I try my best to write something every day. There is a high possibility that I can get more than 10,000 yuan... You can write something if you want to read it! As long as you have feelings, nothing else matters.

Gloria = you, your name doesn’t appear often

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There were many girls around Cedric again.

You were sitting at the desk not far away, looking at them and talking endlessly to the most outstanding young man in Hufflepuff.

Cedric Diggory is really a magical person. He himself is definitely not associated with words such as rhetoric or eloquence, but he can always accurately make everyone who asks or talks to him feel a satisfied and pleasant mood.

"Why don't you go?" My friend raised his head from the potion paper, "Don't you always talk about the lack of opportunities for contact? Look at how proactive those girls are, as if they want to eat Digory alive-"

Even though the girls who showed off their charms like butterflies lowered their voices, the effect was negligible compared to the number of people. The lowered chatter of discussions was particularly harsh in the small classroom.

Her friend was in a bad mood because of the quarrel and inadvertently scratched a long mark on the parchment. She could only sigh and get a new one, fearing that the stain would make the potions professor who didn't like Hufflepuff Picking out more thorns in an already poorly written assignment to ridicule.

"He gets a lot of nice words every day." You flicked your quill, lowered your head and tried to put your mind back to your homework, "I don't expect my tongue, which can't express beautiful words, to survive three conversations. "

In fact, there aren't even two back and forths. Perhaps the most words you can say every day are good morning or good afternoon. Cedric is too busy. He has to take on the training of the Quidditch team while maintaining With excellent results, you always feel that it is really not easy for him to have a good temper and appease his followers of both sexes in these gaps.

At least you really can't take care of anything at the same time.

Thinking only of the young man not far away, you sighed deeply as you fiddled with the Potions homework you couldn't write.

The friend glanced at the blank parchment and said amusedly: "I think he will definitely ignore you as long as you go there. Do you want Professor Snape to teach you how to speak when you are always staring at the potion homework? You know Our Potions Professor's language ability is not much more impressive than that of potions. When he picks out Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, he can always use many impressive words without using curse words. "

"Of course I don't want to..."

A cold cellar is the place you hate the most.

"Write quickly! Write quickly and you will have time to go to the greenhouse to play with your flowers and plants. Otherwise, you will miss the opportunity to continue watching Digory from a distance during dinner." She patted your head.

You just have to start doing your homework obediently.

In the afternoons when there is no class, you always like to spend time in the greenhouse tending to your flowers and plants. Dean Sprout has specially approved the use of the greenhouse for you top students in herbal medicine, which allows you to plant some on the idle land. own plants.

This is a very quiet place, not clean, and the smell is not very good. Even if the students who come often meet each other, they just nod to each other and go about their own business without saying much. Besides, there is not only one greenhouse, so there is no free time. The distance between the lands is also very large, which is really friendly to a nonsense like you.

Only in the greenhouse can you clear your mind and daze or chatter. The plants on the opposite side cannot speak. As long as they are given nutrients and water, they can happily spread their leaves and grow. They won't comment on the words you occasionally say, they just listen to you quietly.

"Today's potions homework was very difficult and my writing was very poor." You poked the dewy flower with your wand, "I can even imagine what Professor Snape would scold me..."

The Potions Professor with a cold face seems to be very angry about the fact that you are proficient in herbal medicine but have poor results in potions.

Thinking of this, you inevitably remember Cedric who was just surrounded by a group of girls.

"It would be great if Merlin could give me a tongue that can talk, so that I can have the courage to ask Senior Cedric for advice." You thought about it again, "If possible, add a beautiful face?"

Roses don't understand this. The flowers will only sway in the direction of your wand's force. The beautiful red color sways and trembles in your eyes, but none of the petals fall.

You heard the door behind you being opened by someone, but you were too lazy to turn your head. Those were the only people who came here often, and it was not a big deal if you didn't say hello. Everyone was in a hurry, trying to hurry up and get in front of their own flowers.

"...Gloria?"

The man's footsteps stopped behind you.

You immediately recognized Cedric's figure, and you turned around in disbelief. The boy was holding a few books and looking at you with a smile.

"It's really you." He looked like he had just run over from somewhere, and the blush on his cheeks still hadn't faded. "I thought I had mistakenly identified your flower field."

It's really him.

You kept looking up at him for a while before you suddenly felt it was impolite and wanted to stand up. When you were stunned, he didn't say anything and still looked at you with a gentle smile.

You squatted for a little too long. When you stood up, your mind inevitably went blank for a while. You lost control of your legs and almost fell to your knees.

He hurriedly took two steps forward to help you, "Be careful!"

Cedric always smelled good, usually of flowers. His friends complained that he must have been pickled by the flowers given by his suitors in order to continuously emit the smell of different flowers.

You were held in his arms for about ten seconds. It wasn't until he confirmed that you could stand normally that Cedric let go of his hand that was protecting you.

"I'm sorry..." You apologized softly, "Did you just call me 'Gloria'?"

It's just that every time you meet an ordinary classmate who you have a good relationship with, it's not enough to call him by his Christian name. You only dare to call him Cedric when you are looking at flowers in private.

You remembered in a daze that Cedric rarely called you by your name. He always concealed the subject of the address and just discussed matters with you.

Did you call her last name last time, or was it Gloria? You don't remember either.

"I thought it was okay to shout?" He touched his nose, "I've heard you call me Cedric."

Maybe you didn't pay attention and he heard you. You gritted your teeth and were about to apologize, but you saw the boy looking at you seriously and asking you with a smile: "Can I call you Gloria?"

Why not? His sincere eyes are like the first gust of wind in spring urging flowers to bloom, gently peeling away the layers of inferiority and timidity to find your hidden heart.

"Oh... of course..." you heard yourself say, "What are you doing in the greenhouse?"

Cedric didn't have a small plot of land in the greenhouse, which you asked when you first arrived. The reason for not having land is of course not that he had poor grades in herbal medicine, but that he was too busy.

However, it is said that he often comes to a friend's small land to help. You don't know if it is a rumor, at least you have never met him before, whether intentionally or not - this is the first time now.

He didn't answer the question immediately, only staring at your roses that were blooming perfectly, "Have they bloomed? Last time I heard that you had a headache because they were slow to produce buds."

Cedric hugged the book with one hand, and gently stroked the flower you just poked with the wand with the other. The flower that just refused to drop a single petal no matter how hard you tried, only two petals fell after being stroked twice. A petal fell into his hand.

"Sorry..." He frowned in embarrassment, "I'm really just very light..."

"I know, I know!" You stopped him, "I just poked him several times. This is not your problem."

The boy holding two petals stared pitifully into his palm. After hesitating for a moment, you picked up the scissors and cut off the rose with the petals missing and handed it to Cedric.

"I think it fell into your hand because it liked you very much." You comforted, "This flower is given to you. This flower has just bloomed, and you are the first owner besides me."

I went back to the dormitory at night and told my friends while lying on the bed about the experience of meeting Cedric in the greenhouse today. The friend put on the beauty potion while showing a sly smile: "Did you give him a rose?"

You nod.

"He accepted it?"

You nodded again.

"He's really good!" Your friend hit you hard on the shoulder and pushed you down on the bed. "Not only did he call you by your Christian name, but he also knew your little land? He even knew what was wrong with your flower? It turns out that Diggory Is he such a deep-hearted person?”

You helplessly pushed your friend's hand away: "That's because you don't like to follow me to the greenhouse, so you don't know where it is. He often helps the dean, and I always went to ask questions during that time. He listened more or less. Mouth."

"Come on, it's just that I didn't take it so seriously after hearing it." My friend waved his hand nonchalantly, "What did I say before? I think if you go to him, he will definitely pay attention to you. Now think about most of the encounters He’s always greeting you when he—”

The more she spoke, the more excited she became, as if you were already in a relationship with Cedric and made it public.

This state of mind continued until next week's astronomy class. During the grouping, your friend laughed and pushed you in front of Cedric and turned around to leave. And before you could hide behind the crowd, the boy extended an invitation to you amidst the good-natured laughter of his friends.

"Want a group, Leah?" he asked.

The next thing happened naturally. You held the telescope and looked for the constellation that the professor arranged to observe. Cedric was by your side recording your observation results.

"...Come on the stars..."

He was mumbling something while recording, but before you could distract yourself and listen, Cedric fell silent again.

You weren't sure if he had any objection to your observation, so you turned to him and asked, "What's wrong?"

The only thing that lights up the observatory at night is the little light source emitted by the wand for you to write on. Cedric's entire body is hidden in the darkness, with only his face being slightly lit.

Those eyes looked at you, and there seemed to be a bright flame inside. The light gathered in them, and they were full of sincere and passionate emotions. He was always smiling, but now his smile made your heart beat so fast that it was abnormal. .

"You came here on the stars." He repeated clearly. "When I lost in the third grade, I practiced very late and was annoyed, and I happened to bump into you staying in the greenhouse."

"You hold the flowers and just say, 'You came here on the stars.'"

Perhaps he had already recorded the class assignments that could be handed over to the teacher, so Cedric simply closed the record book, tilted his chin and looked at you with a smile.

The stars that night were so beautiful. There happened to be a large water stain on the road Cedric walked over that he couldn't detour. The water reflected the stars in the sky. It really felt like he was walking on the stars as he walked there step by step. of.

You have a lot of encouragement or praise that you want to give him, but the opening sentence is just a blurry sentence.

Language is really the most lacking thing. You can never truly and perfectly express what you want to say.

That was the first time you talked to Cedric alone. The two of you didn't even exchange names. You stumbled and encouraged him not to be discouraged and asked him to pay attention to his body. He maintained the most basic politeness and said um and thank you. .

Such a bad conversation made you afraid to face Cedric for a long time. Later, you estimated that there must be more than one or two people who encouraged him. He wouldn't remember it for a long time before he slowly and boldly said hello.

You really didn't expect that he would remember it so clearly, and your face turned red with embarrassment.

"But you seem to be afraid of me since then, so I don't dare to venture in." He continued, "You don't dare to talk to me, and you always show a very distressed expression."

No, it's not! That's because it's so embarrassing to stumble and talk in front of you!

You retorted crazily in your mind.

"Did I scare you?" Cedric asked hesitantly.

The professor has announced that get out of class is over, and the students walked out one by one with Hatcher in their arms. People passing by you would occasionally cast a few gossipy glances.

You always feel like the topic is going in an unknown direction, your heart is pounding and almost jumping out of your throat, and you subconsciously want to shrink and run away.

However, Cedric saw your intention first, and he grabbed your wrist to keep you, gently, just gently without any force. In fact, as long as you broke away a little, you could get your hand back. , but you just stared blankly as he apologized to your friend and said "let's borrow it for a while" and left you in the astronomy tower.

Finally it's just the two of you left.

"You hate me?" He said this without any affirmation, as if he knew you would shake your head and then asked, "Do you like me?"

You can't do anything now.

"But I like you."

"Do your flower bushes always lose a few flowers?" He came closer and you smelled the scent of roses on his body, "I stole them."

You couldn't say anything in his sly eyes, you could only let him lead you with your thoughts.

"I have always regretted not asking you for a rose that day. Even if I said hey, let's get to know each other, I wouldn't have been able to call you by your Christian name until last week."

"I'm not pretty, and I can't speak..." you responded blankly.

"You don't need to say anything nice." He interrupted you, "The girl holding a rose under the night sky captured the heart of the Hufflepuff Seeker with the shortest words."

Cedric thought you were afraid of him and always sat somewhere not too far or too close to you, where he could see you but not make you feel deliberately close.

He knows that you have a small piece of land, and he always secretly looks at it when you are not squatting there. He pieces together your happiness and worries in the conversations you have with your friends in twos and threes.

Every time, he would always be the quickest to see your figure, fearing that you would lower your head and slip away as if he didn't see you before quickly saying hello. He didn’t want to call you by your last name, it was too unfamiliar, and he always got by vaguely, but you rarely said unnecessary words to him, you always shrank away from his eyes and tried to escape.

He was really troubled by this for a long time. He didn't understand why you hated him?

After the flowers you plant bloom, some will be distributed to your friends. Of course Seid, who is not far or near, is not qualified to get the flowers, even if he secretly said that he likes flowers - other people's flowers are almost drowning him, he Still haven’t seen you.

This good student then did the most outrageous thing so far. Every time when the flowers bloomed, he would steal some and make them into sachets.

After going on for a while, he felt that there should be more progress, and he came to you without even finding a reason.

You gave him a flower.

Another day later, he received an inquiry from your friend.

"I've always thought you were a big-tailed wolf," my friend said. "Lia likes you so much. If she doesn't take the initiative, you just stare at her blankly?"

Fireworks of ecstasy exploded in his heart. Cedric was so shocked by the news that you also liked him that he wanted to rush over to hug you and kiss you twice. However, he soon calmed down. He had to think of a good time to confess.

"Please put her in the same group as me in next week's astronomy class." He asked seriously, "I'm sorry to bother you!"

It happened that the stars were also very beautiful on the day of the astronomy class.

I can’t say what caused this relationship. It was probably because the way you spoke was so sincere that Cedric was captured by you under the starry sky.

Just like he caught the Golden Snitch, you caught him.

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The source of these two sentences in the article:

Language is the most scarce, and you can never truly and perfectly express what you want to say.

But language is also the most sincere, and you can always capture the hearts of young people with words. Falling into the river wind

This article is more of a stream of consciousness otz, love at first sight does not require more reasons.

Due to the space limit, it is a bit sloppy to lay out. He has been watching you silently. At first, he thought that you were disgusted that night when he was comforted, so he was very upset and dared to approach you secretly. He didn't care about the fact that the flowers were not his. He gets jealous, so he relies on his own efforts, and only dares to approach you openly after he finds out that you are not that nervous about him. I don’t want to call you by your surname, but call you by your first name. Regardless of whether you call him in private or not, he will say that we will exchange calling you by your Christian name from now on, which will make you stronger.

Even a silly kid who is in love and can't see the other person's feelings clearly can increase the heartbeat index if the other person is attracted and says good morning and good afternoon.

Finally, thank you all for being here!