[hp] Rescue Mr Diggory

After Justin and Nearly Headless Nick were both attacked, the already tense atmosphere became truly panicked. The thing that made everyone panic the most was what happened to Nearly Headless Nick. Let me ask you, what can kill a ghost? What about the murder?What terrible force can harm a man who is dead?

The successive attacks have resulted in a lot of fewer students left this Christmas, and among them, there are only a handful of people left by Ravenclaw College.The sixth grade prefect Penelope Clearwater met Camelia who was reading Muggle novels in the common room. At the same time, Penelope also found that Camelia was reading exactly what she liked. After a writer wrote a book, the two chatted for a while, and they found out that their interests and hobbies were so similar, and they said that it was too late to meet each other, and they became sisters.

However, it seems that Harry Potter is very happy that most of the students have left the school, because since the repeated attacks, his situation in the school has become worse and worse, especially after Justin was killed, it is almost assumed that He's the heir of Slytherin so avoid him in the hallways as if he's about to grow fangs and spew poison at any moment, and besides that people like to point at him behind his back , Whispering to discuss.

It seems that only the Weasley twins think this is a very funny thing. If they meet Harry in the corridor, they will deliberately run in front of him, walk with their heads high, and shout: "Everyone, hurry up and give Slater Lin's heir makes way, the most evil wizard arrives!"

Shortly before the Christmas holidays, Camelia was once stalked in the hallway by fellow Eddie Camille, who had recently broken up with Marietta, and who rushed to the Camelia came forward to show her hospitality, which made Camelia understand why Marietta looked at her in the fighting club a while ago, as if she wanted to eat her.

When Eddie was pestering Camelia, Harry and the others happened to pass by, and George threw a garlic head at Eddie, which was originally a prop he used to pretend to block Harry's attack.

"Hey! Boy, get out of the way, we're in a hurry." George shouted.

"Yeah, the Heir of Slytherin is hurrying to the Chamber of Secrets to have tea with his tusk servant," said Fred, laughing.

Eddie glared at Fred and George angrily, but after seeing Harry standing behind them, he didn't dare to do anything wrong. After weighing it up, he thought it was better not to provoke the heir of Slytherin, so he touched He walked away dingy with his nose.

After Eddie left, Camelia said to them, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Harry was always so shy.

In the blink of an eye, on Christmas Day, when I woke up in the morning, the world outside the window was already white. Camelia got up so early, not because she was in a hurry to open the presents she received, but because she had promised Penello the night before that she would give each other gifts. Braid each other.

While preparing gifts for others can be nerve-wracking, Camelia thinks all the time it takes is worth it, especially when it comes to unwrapping Christmas presents.

Just after Camelia and Penello finished dressing up, the owl Perry flew into the house suddenly, holding a large package in its mouth, which was a Christmas gift from France.

What my mother gave this year is an exquisite necklace, with a silver camellia pattern inlaid with many broken diamonds on the front, which is very shiny and beautiful.In addition, there were a lot of French desserts, a hand-knitted sweater and some other expensive-looking gadgets in the package. After reading the greeting card, I realized that except for the necklace, everything else was made by Camelia. A gift from my grandmother and uncle's family in France.

Dad gave her the latest moon mirror that she wanted for a long time. The box for the moon mirror was custom-made by someone. It is said that this moon mirror has an additional camera and video function compared with the traditional model, which can capture what you see in the lens. Record everything you see.Camelia's name is engraved on the body of the creamy white tube, and at the end of the rolled gold name there is a camellia drawn vividly with a gold pen. Camelia can tell that these words and flowers are from her At the hands of her stepmother, when the stepmother is in a good mood, she is still willing to be a friendly mother.

Her grandparents gave her an outdated butterfly brooch and a well-crafted hat, but Camelia didn't appreciate the bright red and purple colors of the brooch, but she knew the gems on it were genuine. Good stuff, family heirloom jewelry from grandma.

But the gift that touched Camelia the most was that her four-year-old brother actually made a Christmas card by himself. Miriya decided to put it solemnly next to the bedside with family photos.

Most of the friends I met at Hogwarts gave candies and chocolates, like Ernie and April, they sent mediocre candies, Iris gave a large box of bonbons, and Ian gave her seven boxes of Bibi multi-flavored beans in one go. I don’t know what this guy thinks, maybe he thinks she likes to eat multi-flavored beans, but Camelia still thinks that even if she likes to eat, in fact There is no need to send so much, it depends on when she will eat it.

What Hannah sent was a plant illustrated book with beautiful illustrations and some of the pictures were moving. Hagrid, the gamekeeper, also sent a large bag of syrup toffee, but these candies were so hard that they couldn't be chewed, so they had to be placed It can only be eaten after it is softened by the fire. Professor Flitwick had given Camelia a gift in advance when she helped him decorate the auditorium for Christmas a few days ago. It was a whole box of small cakes that had been enchanted. After opening the box, the little cakes will automatically tap dance on the table, and the little cakes given last year will gather together to perform acrobatics.

Cedric's gift was a bit special. He gave a portable night light. At first glance, it might seem a little ordinary, no different from ordinary night lights, but if you look closely, you will find that the transparent glass bottle actually contains a There are criss-crossing transparent branches, and a small round fruit hangs on the tip of each branch. The fruit is also transparent. As the surrounding light weakens, the whole branch will emit weak lights like fireflies, as long as it is darker , you can see that the small fruits on the branches are also luminous, and the colors are different.If it is in complete darkness, the bottle is colorful and beautiful. If you think the light is too dazzling, just take a picture of the bottle, and the light will turn into a softer yellow light. If you want to turn off the light, just Take two shots of the bottle.

Camelia also placed the night light on the bedside, next to her brother's greeting card.

The rest of the gifts were given by those suitors. Some greeting cards were full of strange and upside-down love words. Penello read a lot with the consent of the other party when he helped Camila unwrap the presents. , so much that it made her stomach hurt from laughing.

The gifts sent were also various, but most of them were not lacking for Camelia, and she didn't need them, so she asked Penello to see what she liked, and if she liked it, she would just take it away Well, you can take as much as you want, and it will be a Christmas gift this year. Because of the rush of time, she didn't prepare anything for Penello, because the two of them became close friends in the past few days, so Penello also I didn't prepare any decent gifts for Camelia, so I took a novel she liked from my bookcase and added a big bag of scented tea and desserts made by my mother, which were considered Christmas gifts this year.

Even so, the two girls were ashamed of themselves for such a hasty gift, and they promised to give a good gift in the coming year.

However, when they unwrapped the presents, there was a special one. A white camellia flower that was enchanted and would never wither was contained in a transparent glass ball. On the greeting card that came with the gift, there was only a simple sentence: "Merry Christmas, my Miss Camellia", signed with a capital letter C.

At first, Camelia didn't know who it was, until she saw the crooked words on the greeting card that were comparable to her four-year-old brother, and then she remembered the love letter she received not long ago with good writing but bad handwriting. It must have been from the gentleman who called himself Coward.

"This Mr. C should really practice his handwriting. Even if he is a handsome guy, such handwriting will not leave a good impression on people." Penello said.

Camelia thought of the words in his last letter, and said in her heart that he had improved a lot.

Penello carefully put the glass ball on his palm and looked at it, "It's so cold now, will the camellia bloom?"

"Yes, but only in warm places," said Camelia.

Penello nodded, "Do you think it is possible that this flower was stolen in the first greenhouse? Percy told me that what Professor Splitter has been worrying about is that some senior boys always like to steal her and raise her in the greenhouse. The flowers in the house are given to girls, especially on Valentine’s Day. Since she was looted on Valentine’s Day last year, she decided not to grow roses anymore, but it’s useless even if she doesn’t grow roses, as long as it is Beautiful flowers will be remembered by people."

Since it was Christmas, there were more gingerbread and hot chocolate for breakfast than usual. Camelia brought the trunk cake sent by her grandmother to the auditorium to share, so that everyone could taste some.

The little sister of the Weasley family, Ginny, should have never seen this kind of cake, and asked curiously what it was. Before Camelia could open her mouth, Hermione Granger from Gryffindor was already making it for her. This is a traditional French Christmas dessert. In the end, she did not forget to tell Camelia that her grandmother's craftsmanship is very good, and other people who ate the cake also praised it.

When sharing the cake, Camelia accidentally saw Draco Malfoy and his two little followers sitting on the Slytherin table. I brought some to them, and the two little servants were naturally very happy to see that there was cake to eat, but their boss didn't ask them to take it, no matter how bold they were, they would not accept it.

No matter how you greeted, Draco just didn't speak, so Camelia stopped asking for trouble, put the plate with the cake on the table, and told the three of them that if any of them wanted to eat it, they would eat it. Drop it, if you don't want to eat it, put it here for other Slytherins who want to eat cake.

Just when Camelia was about to leave, Draco finally spoke.

"Camelia, I don't think you should hang out with those Weasleys. After all, their family is pure-blooded scum. I think you have already experienced what it's like to be a squib. It took so many years of hard work. Get rid of that ugly name, it's time to improve, don't forget your dignity and responsibility as a Shafiq."

"Pure-blooded scum? Motivation? Responsibility?" Camelia just laughed when she heard these words.

"Yeah, you are clear, how can we be like the poor Weasley family." Draco's voice suddenly became louder, as if it was the group who wanted to make Gryffindor Hearing, "Look, they're all so depraved that they're going to cuddle and fawn over Muggles, my dad told me..."

Seeing that the Weasleys over there had already clenched their fists, Camelia quickly said, "Wait a minute, Draco, when you say that, I remembered something my father once said to me. The words were first told by my grandfather, I wonder if you are interested in listening."

Draco looked pretentious, "Your grandfather? Let me guess if he told you not to hang out with Muggles too? Ah, this is actually my grandfather already..."

"It's not, it's a sentence related to you Malfoy." Camelia deliberately cleared her throat, and then her voice was much louder so that the Gryffindors could hear, "My grandpa It is said that you, the Malfoy family, have more or less brain problems, and what you say is not trustworthy, and whoever believes it will be unlucky."

After hearing this, Draco's expression became extremely ugly in an instant, while Crabbe and Goyle were still staring at the cake stupidly, as if they hadn't paid attention to what Camelia and Draco were saying just now. dialogue, so they have no idea what's going on.

Draco broke out suddenly, and cursed: "How good are you Shafiq? My father said that everyone in your family is lazy and achieves nothing. Apart from a few stinky money, you have nothing to do! You know My dad can still get the Minister of Magic to do things for him, and that alone is much better than your dad."

"Who doesn't have a lot of stinky money? Isn't your family rich? Besides, what's so great about being acquainted with the Minister of Magic? My grandfather and my father also know him. If they want to ask him for something, they just call him. Just say hello, there's nothing to be proud of. It's not that everyone in my family is idle, it's just that you don't pay attention to their work." At this time, Camelia imitated Draco's usual speech "Just to put it bluntly, my family spends their money openly and aboveboard, and spends it all on the right places. They also do things openly and aboveboard. They never do anything shady behind their backs. After all, Uncle Malfoy is really kind It’s a big deal, I spent a lot on the broomstick a while ago.”

Before Camelia finished speaking, bursts of laughter came from the long table in Gryffindor, and Draco was already blue with anger and trembling all over.

"Does it sound irritating? You know that's how you usually talk, and it's a hundred times worse than this kind of content. Draco, I think you should really learn how to respect others." Camelia said , "And my father told me that it doesn't matter what kind of blood, all wizards from any family are wizards, and there is no so-called distinction between high and low."

After finishing speaking, Camelia didn't want to have any more entanglements with Draco. She turned around without any hesitation and wanted to go back to her place, but just as she turned around, she heard the sound of broken ceramics behind her, and at the same time There was also Draco's angry voice.

"Dogs will appreciate what you give a squib!"

After hearing this, Camelia thought to herself that after so many years, this guy is still the same as when he was a child, his bad temper has not changed at all, he is really not cute.

In the afternoon, Camelia went to visit Myrtle, probably because of Christmas. Myrtle seemed to be in a good mood today, at least she didn’t cry. She happily told Camelia that she had three grannies recently. The little devil of Fendor has been hiding in the ladies' room to make the Polyjuice Potion, which was completed this morning.

"The black-haired boy is cuter. I don't like the other two. The red-haired boy is always saying ridiculous things. Maybe he thinks he's being humorous. Oh, the messy-haired one with the big front teeth The girl is a nightmare, she always acts so domineering."

After listening to her description, Camelia had roughly guessed who the three people were, so she asked something she was more interested in, "Then do you know what they are going to do with the compound soup?"

Seeing that she was curious, Myrtle kept silent, "I don't know, because you know, and I have my own business to attend to."

Camelia thought, yeah, busy sitting on the toilet and crying.

"But I heard them talking about sneaking into the Slytherin common room or something, maybe trying to get in there to play tricks, but you know," Myrtle said gloatingly, "If they get caught , Gryffindor will definitely be deducted a lot of points."

Camelia nodded, and then suddenly thought, "By the way, Elizabeth, there is something I want to ask you. There have been several attacks in the school recently. I want to ask if you have seen anything strange? "

"You might as well ask how I died, which is much more interesting than the attack," said Myrtle.

"Okay then, may I ask you... how did you die? I really didn't ask you before..."

Camelia felt that it was a little strange to ask a ghost how she died. In fact, she had never been curious about the cause of Myrtle's death before, but she always felt that it was wrong to ask the other party's cause of death rashly. She was too polite, so she never asked, but Myrtle's whole demeanor suddenly changed, as if no one had ever asked her such a question that she felt honored.

"Oh, that was horrible," said Myrtle, relishing it. "That's where it happened. I died in this toilet. I remember it very well. Olive Hornby laughed at me." Wearing glasses like a four-eyed dog, I hid here."

She took Camelia to the toilet where she always stayed.

"I was sitting here and I was crying inside when I heard someone come in. They were saying something funny. I thought it must be in another language. But what annoyed me the most was that I heard a boy So I opened the door, told him to go to the boys' bathroom, and—" Myrtle puffed out her chest in self-importance, her face glowing, "and I died."

"How?" Camelia asked.

"I don't know," said Myrtle mysteriously, in a low voice. "I just remember seeing a pair of terribly large yellow eyes. My whole body seemed to be grabbed, and then I floated away..."

She looked at Camelia in a daze.

"And then I came back again. You know, I was all about getting it against Olive Hornby. Oh, and she regretted it so much afterwards that she laughed at me for my glasses."

Camelia had heard about the love and resentment between Myrtle and her classmate, so she was not interested, and asked Myrtle about those eyes, "Then where did you see those eyes?" of?"

"It's almost there," said Myrtle, pointing vaguely to the pool in front of her.

Camelia hurriedly stepped forward to check the pool, but the pool looked normal and there was nothing wrong with it, but Camelia carefully checked it inside and out, up and down, even the bottom The water pipes were not spared, and finally she found a small snake engraved on the side of a copper faucet.

"Water never comes out of this tap," said Myrtle, seeing Camelia try to turn it off.

"Do you think this is some kind of special mechanism?"

"I don't know, why don't you try to turn it on?" Myrtle said excitedly, but soon changed her mind. It was supposed to go to the Slytherin lounge."

After that, Camelia checked this special faucet several times and tried a lot of magic, but nothing happened or anything strange, so she had to give up.

The dinner was the highlight of the day. The decorated auditorium looked so magnificent. A dozen Christmas trees covered with silver frost were neatly arranged in a row along the wall, and ribbons made of mistletoe and holly were crisscrossed and wrapped around the On each pillar, enchanted snow gently falls from the ceiling, but this is no ordinary snow, this snow is warm and dry, and will not melt at all.

Before the banquet officially started, Dumbledore led everyone to sing a few Christmas carols. After singing, Hagrid happily poured glass after glass of eggnog, and his voice became louder and louder.

At the Gryffindor table, Percy didn't notice that Fred had bewitched his prefect badge so that the words on it became "dumb", and he was the only one on the table asking stupidly What is everyone laughing at.

Camelia, who was sitting at the next table, also saw this scene, and she almost burst out laughing. After she had laughed enough, Percy still didn't notice that his badge had changed, so Camelia shook his hands. He touched Penello who was sitting next to him with his elbow, pointed at Percy and whispered, "Are you going to tell him the truth?"

"No need." Penello looked at Percy with fiery eyes, "He's so cute, isn't he?"

After hearing this, Camelia was a little embarrassed, and lowered her head to take a sip of pumpkin juice.

In the middle of the banquet, the door of the hall opened, and Professor Trelawney, who taught divination, came in. She usually stayed alone in the attic and dined alone, and everyone rarely stayed in other places in the castle. Seeing her, even at the various banquets held by the school, it is difficult to see her figure.

The professor herself was very thin, wearing a pair of glasses with large frames, the huge lenses magnified several times her always frightened eyes, a long thin neck with necklaces and beads, and thin arms and fingers. Covered in bracelets and rings, possibly for Christmas, the eccentric professor wore an orange dress with tinsel decorations that made her look like an oversized firefly, while She seemed to be standing on wheels, gliding over in some incomprehensible way of walking.

"Sybyl, it's a pleasure to have you!" said Dumbledore, standing up.

"Principal, when the sun went down, I was looking at my crystal ball." Professor Trelawney's voice seemed to come from far away, "To my surprise, I was in the crystal ball Seeing myself throwing away my time alone, I rushed over to your banquet. How can a man like me refuse fate? So I immediately came out of my attic, and now I beg you to forgive me be late."

"Of course, come and sit with us," said Dumbledore.

However, Professor Trelawney didn't go directly to the professor's seat. Her big eyes looked around the auditorium, maybe just to see how many people attended the banquet, and suddenly she let out a terrible scream, Then he rushed to Camelia frantically and grabbed her hands.

"Oh, my dear child, my poor child, it must be difficult for you. No... maybe I shouldn't say it, but—don't ask me, better not." She said, dramatically Letting go of Camelia's hand, her shiny hands caressed her heaving chest, her eyes closed tightly.

Camelia was frightened by her appearance, and asked in a low voice, "Professor, are you okay?"

As soon as the words were finished, Professor Trelawney's big eyes suddenly opened, and this time her shiny hand rested on Camelia's shoulder, and she began to speak, shaking Camille emotionally as she spoke. Lia's body.

"What? Me? No, you're mistaken, it's you! It's your business, my dear child. I can see that you don't belong here, you come from a galaxy far away, that's the other side of the galaxy. You You shouldn't be here, this is not the place for you to stay. Wherever death will come, it is doomed early in the morning and cannot be escaped. I can't see the halo surrounding you. All living people have halos, but I can't see your aura! Only the dead can't see the aura, do you know what that means? Bad omen! The worst bad omen, it's worse than the omen of death!"

Professor McGonagall finally couldn't help it, and said sharply: "Enough, Sybil! Don't shake that poor child anymore, she is about to be frightened by you."

Although Professor Trelawney stopped his movements, his big eyes were still staring at Camelia with pity. Staring at Camelia felt uncomfortable.

After Professor Trelawney finally sat back in his seat, Penello patted Camelia on the shoulder and handed over a peeled baked potato, "It's okay, everyone knows that Professor Trelawney likes Predicting the death of a certain student at the beginning and end of each semester, but it hasn't come true for so many years, so don't worry too much, it's all bluffing, she just wants to establish prestige among the students in this way. "

"Perhaps," Camelia said absently.

"Oh, but having said that, I remember that you obviously didn't take the divination class? Generally, the unlucky ones she likes are those students who have taken the divination class. Or in fact, she just picked it randomly, regardless of whether the student has Didn't you take her class?" Penello said, "But I don't believe in divination at all."

Before the dessert was served, Camelia left the table early, because Professor Trelawney did not stop watching her behavior with those big eyes even after she sat on the professor's seat, and the farce just now made the auditorium Others also turned their heads to look at her from time to time, and then turned to whisper to their companions after watching.

Although she has experienced such attention many times before, and Camelia agrees in her heart that Penello said that divination is unbelievable, but Professor Trelawney's words really made her lose her appetite now.

Distraught, Camelia walked out of the auditorium with her head bowed while thinking about those nonsense words. Originally, she wanted to go back to the lounge, but as she walked, she found that there were many black, thick and moving bars on the ground. It was a straight line, which made her feel strange, and when she looked closely, it turned out that it was not a straight line, but a group of spiders, and what was even more strange was that they were all crawling in the same direction in an orderly manner.

Generally speaking, spiders don't crawl like this, so driven by curiosity, Camelia followed the spider's track and walked to a long corridor unknowingly.

Camelia lowered her head and concentrated on looking at the spiders on the ground, when suddenly a lot of voices rang in her ears.

"Look, here comes a lovely lady."

"Would you like some champagne?"

"She would look even more beautiful in our clothes. I don't understand the current fashion at all."

It turned out that the portrait on the wall was talking, and Camelia realized that she walked to a passageway with portraits hanging on it.

The portraits of Hogwarts are all alive, and they like to talk to people. It’s fine during the day, but at night, especially when you plan to do something illegal, you may be caught by these sudden words if you don’t pay attention. The portraits are frightening, and some portraits are very nagging. Once they entangle you, they will try their best to prevent you from leaving. In order to avoid trouble, most students always avoid the corridors with portraits as much as possible.

The ones chatting with Camelia now are a group of celebrities who like to drink afternoon tea on the lawn. They are always dressed very delicately on weekdays, wearing rococo skirts, sipping scented tea around a small round table, eating Sipping refreshments, the white faces painted with lead powder are always smiling secretly behind fans covered with lace.

Now the teapots and tea sets in this picture are gone, replaced by good food and wine, the half-eaten Christmas turkey is placed in the most prominent position in the picture, and every lady's face is flushed, it seems that they have drunk too much .

Facing such a group of drunk ladies, Camelia said very politely: "I'm sorry to disturb your party."

Those ladies were very enthusiastic and insisted on letting Camelia talk with them before letting her go.

Just as Camilia was dealing with the portrait, a familiar voice came from behind, it was Cedric, and for some reason, the arrival of Cedric made the ladies in the portrait quiet a lot.

"I took a divination class last year. Don't take Professor Trelawney's words to heart. She really likes to scare people as the rumors say." Cedric panted heavily as he spoke, watching When he got up, he ran all the way to catch up.

"I know what you said, don't worry, I'm fine, I just feel that the auditorium is a bit boring, so I left early..."

"Listen to me first, I am also the unlucky person that she predicted. In the first class, she said that I would not survive to the end of the summer." Cedric puffed up his chest, "But you see Well, a year has passed, and I am still standing here, so I gave up divination and went to Muggle research instead."

Camelia nodded thoughtfully after hearing this, and told Cedric again that she was fine and asked him not to worry too much.

When Cedric wanted to say something more, Camelia motioned him to look to the ground.

"Just a few spiders, what's wrong?" Cedric asked.

"But don't you think they crawl very strangely?"

"It's true, it's a little too neatly arranged, and they all face the same direction...but what's wrong?"

"Do you think it has something to do with that chamber? I've never seen a spider so—ah! What are you doing!"

Cedric's hand was still raised in the air, and when he saw this, he said embarrassedly: "Oh, does it hurt? I obviously have control."

"It hurts to death." Camelia looked at him aggrievedly.

"I knocked on your head, just to remind you not to think wildly. I really didn't mean it so hard. I'm sorry...can you show me if it's red?" Cedric said, stepped forward and held it up Really carefully examine her cheeks.

At this time, the group of ladies in the portrait who had been silent for a long time all laughed.

"What are you waiting for? Kiss me!" said a woman in a pink dress.

The lady with the exaggeratedly colored chicken feathers adorning her hat said in a flamboyant tone: "Oh, I like romance."

The rest of the ladies covered the lower half of their faces with fans, shrugged their shoulders, and kept laughing.

Camelia blushed, took a few steps back, and distanced herself from Cedric. Then she said to the person in the portrait, "Sorry, I think you misunderstood. He and I are just friends."

"But even if we are friends, this little gentleman has to kiss you." The lady with roses on her head said, "Look up and see what is hanging on top of your heads?"

The castle was all decorated for Christmas, but there was a garland of mistletoe and holly hanging here too, and she and Cedric were right below the garland. .

"Let him kiss you quickly, or you will have bad luck." Someone said with a smile.

According to traditional customs, any woman standing under the mistletoe can be kissed by anyone, and she cannot refuse, otherwise there will be bad luck, and it is also a bad omen if she is not kissed.

While Camelia was still worrying about how to deal with some annoying ladies, Cedric suddenly said: "I think we have to respect traditional customs, and I don't want you to have bad luck."

He took Camelia's arm, and with just a little force, she was already in his arms.The person in the portrait let out an exclamation after seeing this scene, but then they didn't make a sound, as if they realized that they shouldn't destroy the feelings that were about to ferment.

At this time Camelia felt that she was flustered. The distance between her and Cedric was closer than ever before, so close that each other's breath slapped each other's faces. Seeing Cedric from such a close distance Ke's face made her feel dizzy, and the only hopeless thought in her mind was that he was so handsome.

"Camelia," Cedric said.

She responded softly, and then he lowered his head, the distance between the two of them got closer, the air flowing around suddenly became hot for some reason, or maybe it was because her face was red, she could clearly feel her cheeks It's about to burn, no, not just the cheeks, it seems that the whole body is burning.

When the distance between them was only one finger, Camelia couldn't help but hold her breath, and her eyes widened. Cedric couldn't help but chuckled when he saw her, breaking the original silence, just when she wanted to ask him When he was laughing, his face was stuck up.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time."

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Happy Valentine's Day!