[HP] Leader's Exclusive Rose

Putting on a scarf representing winter, Rosalind couldn't help feeling how time flies - it's almost Christmas, which means that the first semester of the first grade is coming to an end.

Of course, she had to do well with her exams before that - especially her poor Potions and Flying lessons.

If the flying lesson really made an excuse, it can only be said that she has not recovered from the experience of falling into the lake, but it was also a "blessing in disguise", and Draco never took the initiative to invite her to ride a broomstick in front of her again.

But Potions class—you can’t say that you have a psychological shadow on potion materials, right? !

Whenever she thought that her potion class partner was Cedric, she felt that she must have saved the world in her previous life.If Snape hadn't generally allowed two people to cooperate, she would have really waited for the end.

So how did those people memorize the formulas and dosages of different potions and cutting methods?

Alan Walkney and Kunci teamed up, Lizzy and Levya teamed up, and Nelia teamed up with Ezel.

Although Nelia and Ezel both wanted to be with Rosalind at the beginning, there was no way. The first partner that Little Rose thought of was Cedric Diggory.

After going through a period of painful review, Rosalind couldn't help but think of the fifth grade OWLs test and the seventh grade NEWTs test that she would take in the future.

When Cedric saw her recently, he always looked sullen, as if he was about to fall to the ground and wither in the next second.So in addition to doing his daily work well, he always accompanied her to review in the library.

There is also Ezel who has been insisting on reviewing.

He actually "enjoys" Rosalind's poor Potions grades and mediocre Herbalism grades, because in this way he has more time to stay with her legitimately, of course, if Ezel is not there will be better.

The final exam was not too difficult for him, and Rosalind finally breathed a sigh of relief after finishing the exam—she took the three little sisters in the dormitory and ate a hard meal in the auditorium.

"Have you been home for Christmas?" Cedric asked sideways at the girl beside him.

Rosalind stopped flipping through the Potions textbook and replied: "Of course, we haven't been home for several months, haven't we?" She stretched out her finger and said, "I'll do the math, it's been more than three months!"

Cedric nodded upon hearing the words: "Well, it's been a long time."

"What do you think," the boy said softly again, "how about Aizel?"

"Aizel?" Rosalind tilted her head and thought for a while, "Isn't he your roommate and good friend? Why did you suddenly ask me this?"

"Nothing, just a little, curious." Cedric smiled, as if it was an insignificant question.

"I don't usually communicate with him much, but since he can play with you, he must be a very good person." Satisfied with her answer, Rosalind nodded unconsciously.

Cedric didn't ask any more questions. The snow outside the window had stopped, and the firewood in the fireplace in the lounge was still burning.

"Merry Christmas!" "Merry Christmas! Remember to write me!"

After exchanging blessings, most people also dragged their luggage and set foot on the train home. Rosalind only felt that this semester passed like a beautiful dream.

She never thought that she would make so many friends. Luna once sent her a pair of carrot earrings as a birthday present, and asked her in the letter whether Hogwarts snowflakes are also tasteless?

Draco sent her a brooch in the shape of a ginkgo leaf this year - in fact, every gift he gave revealed the word "expensive".

The scenery outside the car window changed, and the Shen couple and the Digory couple were already waiting for them on the platform.

After returning home, Rosalind told Nora and Yucheng Shen about her interesting stories in school, and by the way, she was very proud to say that she did not fail any of her grades—and she got O in four courses!

Of course, this is inseparable from the small stove that Cedric gave her alone - otherwise, with her ability to handle various medicinal materials alone, her potions class performance must be terrible.

So she still couldn't figure out why Cedric could get an O in every subject, maybe there is still a big gap between the minds of wizards and wizards.

When going to play with Draco, Rosalind was unavoidably a little nervous. Although Pain Jin's statement in the letter gave the impression that she had let go of her sorting results, she was still under great pressure.

Narcissa entertained her with candy again, but Rosalind also tasted "regret" from her words.

To her great relief, Draco didn't take the initiative to bring up this topic again, and even asked her to tell her stories about her experiences in Hogwarts.

The setting sun was low, and the warm rays made the entire Malfoy Manor blur a little bit of the noisy magnificence, giving it a softer atmosphere.

"Remember to write to me more, or I'm afraid you will be bored." Draco reminded, and Rosalind also smiled and patted his head: "Okay. Sometimes I really want someone like you Brother's."

"Who will be your younger brother?" Pain Jin's little head frowned, and his eyes became a bit more disdainful: "As far as your ability to ride a broom is concerned, it's almost as good to have you as my younger sister!"

"Well, well, everything our young master says is right~" Rosalind sometimes felt sorry for him—she always felt that Malfoy Manor was not as warm as Shen's and Diggory's house, maybe it was because of Lucius and Narcissa The arrogance on his body, but it is undeniable that Lucius' strict requirements did save Draco a lot of time in his future schooling career.

"I hope you will be happy forever, Draco." The girl said softly.

The corners of Draco's mouth turned up slightly when he heard the words, but he still raised his head habitually: "Of course I will be happy." After thinking about it, he added: "But thank you for your blessing."

Cedric felt that Shen's house was like his second home. He was sitting in Rosalind's room looking through the Muggle books on her bookcase, although Amos allowed him to read some Muggle books. , but after all, it is not like Yucheng Shen did to Rosalind and let him fill almost half of the cabinet with Muggle books.

While immersed in his own thoughts, he rubbed the writing at the same time, only hearing Rosalind's voice came over with some excitement.

"I saw my name!" Rosalind raised the book in her hand to the boy in front of her - it was a play called "As You Like It".

"Oh?" Cedric stopped the quill in his hand when he heard that, and then looked at the girl with gray eyes.

He had read that book, which was one of the works of Shakespeare, a well-known dramatist in the Muggle world.

At that time, he was also inexplicably excited that the heroine described in the book, who was beautiful in appearance, quick-witted and intelligent, had the same name as her.

Rosalind put the book in front of him and pointed it out to him: "The heroine in this book has the same name as mine! I suspect that my mother named me because she read this book." After finishing speaking, the girl He added: "I'm going to ask her personally later!"

"It's an interesting discovery, isn't it?" Cedric's warm voice was like a clear spring in June in England, "Maybe there is really some kind of connection."

"By the way, Seid, does your name have any meaning?" The girl raised her head with curiosity in her eyes.

"I just heard from my father that he came up with this name carefully - cedric is actually a deformation of the word 'chieftain' in Celtic." The boy picked up the quill pen at hand and wrote down the word on the paper, Added: "chieftain means 'leader' in Celtic, maybe my father also has high hopes for me."

"So these are the roses cultivated by the 'leader'." Rosalind reached out and touched the six roses in the vase - which were given by Cedric on her birthday every year for the past six years.Because of the preservative spell, it has been able to keep the most beautiful posture in front of her bed.

The young man followed her movements and looked at the small clump of red roses noncommittally. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, his gray eyes moved gently, and his eyes moved to another rose.

In the next second, he looked at Rosalind with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Well, the leader's exclusive rose."