Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Harry Potter felt a surge of pride and honor when he heard Albus' praise. He knew that his children were not only smart, but also kind and strong. This was his greatest luck and pride.

"Thank you, sir." Harry Potter said with a smile, his voice full of gratitude, "They are the most important people in my life, and I am very proud of them."

Albus smiled and nodded, showing his understanding and support. "You are a family, and the love and unity between you are the most important." He said, "I believe you will always be happy."

In that bright hall, Harry Potter's daughter Sansa stood aside, looking at Joffrey, the son of Albus, the Emperor of the Seven Kingdoms. There was a hint of curiosity and shyness in her eyes, as if she was attracted by his demeanor.

Joffrey is a handsome and elegant young man, wearing a gorgeous royal dress, with a noble and charming temperament. His eyes are deep and bright, like stars inlaid in the night sky, making it difficult to look away.

An inexplicable feeling surged in Sansa's heart, and a blush appeared on her face. She tried her best to hide her excitement, but she couldn't control her mood.

"Hello, Sansa." Joffrey walked up to Sansa with a smile, his voice gentle and pleasant, "Nice to meet you."

Sansa felt her heartbeat quicken a little. She tried to keep a calm expression and smiled as she responded, "Hello, Joffrey. Nice to meet you, too."

Their eyes met in the air, as if a special connection had been established between the two of them, and Sansa felt her heart filled with a strange feeling, something she had never experienced before.

"What is your impression of Winterfell?" Sansa tried to find a topic to break the awkward silence.

Joffrey smiled and nodded. "Winterfell is a magnificent castle, and its scenery is beautiful and spectacular." There was a hint of admiration in his voice, "Your gardens are even more unique and charming.

Sansa felt a surge of pride when she heard Joffrey's compliment. "Thank you, Joffrey," she said with a smile, "My father has always taken great care of the gardens, hoping to bring a pleasant experience to his guests."

Their conversation gradually unfolded, they talked about family, hobbies and future plans. In the conversation, they found that they had a lot in common, as if they were two magnets that attracted each other and could not resist.

Sansa's mood became more and more cheerful, and the communication between her and Joffrey made her feel an inexplicable happiness and satisfaction. Perhaps this was the arrangement of fate, allowing the two hearts to meet and know each other at this special moment, destined to walk hand in hand in the days to come.

The conversation between Joffrey and Sansa filled the whole hall with a subtle atmosphere. Their eyes crossed from time to time, as if silently conveying some kind of message. Sansa's mood became more and more excited, and she began to realize that her affection for Joffrey had gone beyond ordinary courtesy.

"Is there anything you particularly like about the grounds of Winterfell?" Sansa asked, trying to find a topic to continue her conversation with Joffrey.

Joffrey smiled, his eyes showing a hint of warmth. "I particularly like the little garden, where the flowers are colorful and have a charming fragrance," he said, "especially the huge cherry tree, which blooms with pink flowers every spring, so beautiful."

Sansa couldn't help but feel happy when she heard Joffrey's description. She also had a special liking for the small garden, which was her favorite place in her childhood. Whenever she felt irritated or lonely, she would go there for a walk and enjoy the tranquility and beauty of nature.

"I like that little garden, too." Sansa said with a smile, "It was my paradise in my childhood. It makes me happy every time I go there."

Joffrey smiled and nodded, "We have the same preferences. Perhaps we are really compatible."

During the conversation, Joffrey showed his elegance and charm. His conversation was elegant and proper, which made people fall in love with him. Sansa was deeply attracted to him. She felt her heart beat faster and faster, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

"Would you like to walk with me in the little garden?" Joffrey looked at Sansa tenderly, with a hint of invitation in his voice.

Sansa's heart was boiling instantly, and she felt as if her heart was going to jump out of her chest. "Of course I would," she answered excitedly, with a bright smile on her face.

So Joffrey and Sansa walked out of the hall together and headed towards the small garden. Their steps were light and even, as if they were two agile elves dancing.

When they came to the small garden, a fresh floral scent wafted in their faces, and the flowers around them swayed in the breeze, exuding a charming charm. As Joffrey and Sansa walked into the garden, the distance between them gradually narrowed, as if a special emotion was quietly sprouting between them.

Joffrey and Sansa strolled in the small garden, the delicate fragrance of flowers filled the air, like a natural intoxicating aroma. The sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves onto the ground, and the mottled light and shadow cast colorful colors on the two of them, making their outlines more beautiful.

Joffrey's eyes inadvertently stayed on Sansa for a moment, and he was attracted by her every frown and smile. She had a pretty face, bright and spirited eyes, like flowers in spring, exuding an intoxicating fragrance. Her long hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall, fluttering slightly, like a beautiful painting.

"Sansa, you are stunningly beautiful," Joffrey whispered, his eyes full of admiration.

Sansa blushed and lowered her head in embarrassment. "Thank you, Joffrey," she replied softly, with a hint of shyness in her voice.

They continued walking along the path, as if in a dream world. The flowers swayed in the breeze, as if cheering for their encounter. The atmosphere between Joffrey and Sansa became more and more warm and harmonious, and their communication became more and more natural and smooth.

"What kind of flower do you particularly like?" Joffrey tried to find a topic to continue communicating with Sansa.

Sansa smiled and looked at the flowers around her, her eyes sparkling with joy. "I especially like roses," she said. "Their flowers are beautiful and have a charming fragrance that makes people feel relaxed and happy."

Joffrey smiled and nodded. "Roses are indeed charming flowers. They symbolize love and beauty." His voice was soft and pleasant, like a melodious piece of music.