[HP] Leader's Exclusive Rose

The Beauxbatons delegation from France arrived at Hogwarts in a pink-blue carriage drawn by twelve rune horses. A woman about the size of Hagrid stepped out. She had a very handsome olive A dark face, a pair of big black watery eyes, and a pointed nose.Her hair was combed back in a kind bun at the base of her neck.She was dressed in a black satin dress, with many rich opals shining around her neck and thick fingers.

Following the lead of the headmaster, Mrs. Maxim, a group of people dressed in delicate light blue silk clothes followed. Cedric roughly counted twelve people with his eyes.

Rosalind, like almost all the Hogwarts students, looked at them curiously—the leader was a very beautiful woman: she had waist-length silver hair and blue eyes that shone with silver, but she raised her hands and feet. There was an arrogance about her, which made her look a bit like some Slytherin pure-bloods.

Just as they were still looking at the group of well-dressed boys and girls curiously, there were more and more vibrations from the surface of the Black Lake, and a huge vortex appeared - a ship appeared like a skeleton, just Like the wreck of a freshly salvaged ship, the portholes shone with dim, misty lights that looked like ghostly eyes.

It was Durmstrang's delegation.

Karkaroff led Durmstrang's representative team into the auditorium. Unlike Beauxbaton's elegant opening performance, what they chose to show was the "training demeanor" of great strength and aesthetics.

At the end of the performance, a young man with a prominent hooked nose and thick black eyebrows came out from behind Karkaroff, who was standing in the middle just now.

"Victor Krum?" Cedric looked at the boy with surprise in his eyes.

"You know him?" Rosalind followed suit. She felt familiar, but couldn't remember where she had seen him for a while.

"Well, he played the Quidditch World Cup before - the Bulgarian team's Seeker, do you still have any memory?" Cedric turned his head and softly recalled for her, with helpless pampering in his eyes.

"Oh~ But I still think my Seid is stronger~" Rosalind raised a sweet smile, and Cedric felt his heart warm when he saw this, and he rubbed the top of her hair lovingly.

Since Cedric had a long talk with her that day, she was no longer so tense in her heart. If the future is really coming, then she is still more willing to face it with him——

So now she spends almost every day in the library like Hermione and Lissie, looking for ways to resist the death curse.

The Durmstrang students looked around and chose to sit next to the Slytherin students. The students who were seated unanimously took off their thick leather jackets—Halwarts' auditorium is indeed very warm tonight, no Know if the professor cast some warming spell on them.However, compared to Beauxbaton's group of "elegant gentlemen and ladies", Durmstrang's students behaved more like teenagers-several of them were looking up at the top with interest. The upper part is black but has a star-studded ceiling.One or two picked up the gold plate and goblet in front of them, as if they were seeing these things in a school for the first time.

Although there were only [-] more students overall, the hall seemed more crowded than usual, especially the three colors spread evenly in the auditorium like spread out color blocks—black Hogwarts, light Blue Beauxbatons and dark red Durmstrang.

On October 1994, 10, Hogwarts ushered in the delegation of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, which opened the official prelude to the Goblet of Fire Tournament.

After a feast, at Dumbledore's request, Filch walked up to the crowd with a large wooden box inlaid with jewels, which looked very old.

While Dumbledore was talking about the Goblet of Fire competition, he pulled out his wand and tapped the lid of the box three times—the lid slowly opened, and Dumbledore reached in and took out a big carved A rough looking wooden goblet.

The cup itself is inconspicuous, but within it dances a blue-white flame.

"Every student who wants to be a warrior must write his name and school name on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet," Dumbledore said calmly, "Those who aspire to be a warrior Registration is available within 24 hours. Tomorrow night, Halloween night, the goblet will select the names of the three students it believes best represent the three schools. Tonight, the goblet will be in the foyer for all who will Students who participated in the election can have access to it."

After a while, Dumbledore continued: "In order to prevent underage students from being tempted, after the goblet is placed in the hall, I will draw an age line around it. Anyone under the age of seventeen cannot Cross that age line."

"Finally, I would like to remind every student who wants to participate in the election that this competition is not a child's play, and you must not participate rashly. Once the warrior is selected by the flames, he must persist in the competition to the end. Whoever puts himself Putting your name into the cup actually forms a magical contract that must be kept: once you become a warrior, you are not allowed to change your mind. Therefore, please think twice and make sure that you really want to participate in the competition. Put your name into the cup again. Well, I think it's time for everyone to go to bed, so I wish you good night." As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, there were whispers in the auditorium.

Rosalind has been fiddling with the ruby ​​ring silently with her fingers since just now. There is no emotion in her dark brown eyes, and the expression on her face is as calm as a silent galaxy in winter.

Seeing this, Cedric covered her with his own hand—the warm feeling melted from the back of her hand and slowly flowed into her beating heart.

The ceremony to pick the champion will take place on Halloween - which happens to be Rosalind's birthday.

Walking out of the prefect's room early in the morning, Rosalind saw gifts piled up like a hill on the table at the door.

But she was used to it, because her birthday happened to be on the same day as Halloween, so since she came to Hogwarts to study, the birthday presents she received always included Christmas Eve and Halloween gifts.

"Happy birthday, Rosa." Cedric took out a delicate little box, which contained a small comb engraved with rose patterns.

He said softly: "I read it in a Chinese book. It said that giving a comb means 'to tie your hair together, and to comb it as a gift', which means that you want to grow old with you in this life."

Cedric's eyes seemed to contain thousands of stars, which always made her drown unconsciously: "I want to grow old with you forever."

"I like this gift very much, dear Mr. Diggory." Looking at the shell comb, Rosalind was filled with emotion—Cedric was not only a synonym for tenderness, but also a synonym for romance to her.

Rosalind had half forced herself to accept the reality—since she couldn't stop Cedric from participating in the Goblet of Fire, she would find a way to protect him in other ways.

Since Merlin allows me to divination your future, it is definitely not for me to sit and wait for death.

The decoration of today's auditorium has also undergone new changes:

A swarm of live bats flitted around the enchanted ceiling, while hundreds of little figures carved from pumpkins squinted at us from every corner.

"Are you going to put your name in later?" Rosalind didn't turn her head to look at him, her dark brown eyes were fixed on the Goblet of Fire placed above the stage.

It was obviously a question, but the tone of her words definitely seemed to be stating an objective fact.

"Yeah. I still want to try." Cedric looked down at the girl beside him, pleading in his tone: "You will support me, right?"

"Of course—if you don't mind, I'd like to write your name on the parchment with my own hands." Rosalind also raised her head to meet the young man's eyes. She will not stop him from pursuing his goals and ideals. What she can do Only stand firmly by his side and support him from beginning to end.

When Cedric heard this, a trace of surprise flashed in his gray pupils, but then he raised the corner of his mouth: "Okay."

Taking out the quill in her bag, Rosalind carefully dipped the liquid in the ink bottle, and wrote down the name that she had written countless times stroke by stroke.

The moment the pen tip touched the paper, she could no longer hear the slightly noisy voices around her, nor could she see the expressions of the people around her at the moment.

Only her slightly trembling nerves.

Cedric Diggory

——Hogwarts School

I smiled and sent my lover into the unknown lost with my own hands,

Because I know that he doesn't want me to feel sad about it.