[HP] Leader's Exclusive Rose

After finally waiting for the banquet to end, Rosalind vowed never to participate in this so-called "noble banquet" again.

Really, not at all - it's just exhausting.

After returning to Shen's house, Rosalind fell into the bed, really tired.

Draco wanted to introduce her to his friends at first, but Rosalind looked at the boys and girls who were obviously wearing little suits and dresses like him and shook their heads apologetically.

"You don't look happy today. Did you suffer any grievances at Malfoy Manor?" Nora sat on Rosalind's bedside and asked her baby softly.

"No, I haven't been wronged, Mom." Rosalind's voice was muffled, she sat up and hugged her leg, and continued: "I just think that Malfoy Manor is not quite the same as our family and Seid's family. The same—I don't mean the exterior looks differently decorated."

Nora felt her heart tremble slightly when she heard the words, so she could feel it.

"Why do you say that?"

"I think me and Draco and his friends look alike, not just look the same."

"Well, Rosa, Mom is glad you feel that way, although it may be a bit early for you to say, but just like no two leaves are exactly the same, everyone has their own unique Even if this is also affected by environmental factors, two strangers want to get acquainted by mutual attraction in soul." Nora stepped forward and hugged her daughter gently: "Some things cannot Forcing, letting nature take its course is not necessarily negativity.”

"I think what you've said to me recently is so profound, mom... you and dad won't ask me like Uncle Lucius asked Draco?" The girl's mouth curled up, she hadn't finished enjoying the pleasure yet What about my childhood!

"Your father and I will not force you to be excellent, but Rosa, when you grow up, you will find that this world is full of competition. If you are not good enough, you can only become a stepping stone for others. There is no harm in being a happy and carefree person every day, what is terrible is that you are not capable enough to face the consequences of indulging yourself after wasting your years." Nora sighed softly after finishing speaking.

"...Well, you're right." The girl nodded reluctantly, and Nora pinched her slumped face helplessly: "It's better than being a carefree little girl who can only rely on others." Princess, in fact, I hope you can become a strong woman who can control your own destiny."

"Got it~ Mom, good night~" Rosalind kissed her mother's cheek, "Good night kiss, get!"

Nora kissed her forehead too: "Good night, my darling."

Rosalind felt that she and Cedric were like the "pen pals" mentioned in the book. They often wrote letters to each other and visited each other from time to time.

Cedric showed her many things she had never heard of before, and once he even showed her a Bowtruckle that Amos had brought back from nowhere!

Rosalind enjoyed her time with Cedric very much. She didn't need to always pay attention to whether her appearance met the requirements of a qualified lady, and she didn't need to keep her glamorous appearance all the time—of course, she didn't deliberately put herself He appeared in front of Cedric in a disheveled state.

Cedric is a good listener, he will always listen to Rosalind patiently, and then give his own opinion or relevant comments appropriately.

His gray eyes are always filled with gentle stars, and when they are filled with a suitable smile, they are like the sweetest candy in the world.

"Seriously, Seid, I think you are the angel in the book!" Rosalind praised the boy in front of her without any concealment, her dark brown eyes were as serious as ever.

"Angel?" Cedric heard of this term for the first time, and he has learned a lot from getting along with him during this period of time—especially some strange words that don't sound like they belong to the wizarding world.

"Yes, an angel! A perfect existence in the Muggle world." The girl's voice was sweet like strawberry candy, and maybe she was sweet herself. "You are really the almost perfect person I have ever seen, and I haven't found any flaws in you. Really, you must be the incarnation of an angel!"

"Pfft~ Rosa, isn't there a saying in China that 'no one is perfect'?" Cedric laughed, but the reddish earlobes betrayed the excitement in his heart when he heard the praise.

"But I think you are very good, very good." Rosalind was bouncing around, like a little rabbit that just got out of its nest.

The girl stopped in front of him, turned around—

"Fortunately, you are here. Otherwise, it may take me a long time to adapt to life here."

Cedric found out almost instantly that not only the summer sunshine could be described as beautiful, but also her innocent smile.

On a rare sunny day, Cedric and Rosalind walked by the lake again. After walking for a while, they leaned against the old maple tree and took a nap.

The summer in the wizarding world is not unbearably hot, and the occasional breeze brings a bit of refreshing coolness, urging the green leaves to collide with each other, as if they are dancing.

Thinking of this, Rosalind couldn't help sharing with Cedric the embarrassment that she couldn't dance at Draco's birthday party: "You don't even know how embarrassing I was at that time. Draco is obviously younger than me. Look at the dance. But it doesn't look bad at all. I can't imagine how long he has to study every day..." Thinking of this, Rosalind couldn't help but recall that when she was four years old, what she did most every day was to sleep at home, or she was sleeping Playing with dolls in the house.

Sure enough, people are more angry than people—fortunately, her parents were more democratic and open to her, and they didn't scold her for "wasting time" all day long.

"Isn't it a failure to compare me like this? It's even worse than my younger brother." Rosalind sighed leisurely, but then she turned her eyes to the perfect existence in her mind: "Speaking of which, you will Ballroom dancing Seid?"

"I know a little bit, I think we can learn together." Cedric put his hand on the back of the girl's hand and said in relief: "You are already very good, you have taught me a lot of Chinese things, haven't you?"

Rosalind also smiled when she heard the words, and her somewhat lonely face regained her vitality.

"Would you like to try it? Let's try the most basic steps first." The boy's face always seemed to have the warm wind of May in London, a little more moist, like a cup of black tea with a long aftertaste.

Rosalind nodded: "OK."

Cedric stood up first, and habitually extended his arms to her so that she could grab his hands and stand up.He always shows his tenderness in some casual details.

Both of them stood still, and he spoke first: "The first step in ballroom dancing is an invitation, for example—" He slightly bent towards Rosalind and put his hands in front of her: "This beautiful lady, I Would you be honored to ask you to dance with me?"

The breeze blew by, causing the maple leaves to sway gently, and the light rushing sound accompanied by the not-so-glare sunlight occupied her eardrums and sight. Rosalind once thought that the blue eyes like Nora's were the best. Yes, but today she suddenly discovered that a pair of clear gray eyes seemed to have inadvertently replaced the position of No.1.

Of course, Cedric can dance ballroom dancing, and Amos Diggory also needs to participate in some entertainment banquets, and most of them have dancing at this time, but since he learned it from his father, he has not shown it specifically. However, one is that Amos himself does not like to participate in this type of banquet, and the other is that he himself does not really want to dance with strangers.

When he heard Rosalind talk about this topic, he couldn't help but cheered a little in his heart. After all, he could teach her how to dance, and this also meant that she didn't have to learn from others.

He quietly waited for her response, his eyes were wrinkled spring water, with lingering ripples in circles.

"Of course, it's a great honor." Rosalind put her hand on it, and her face was also stained with a faint blush.

Stepping back and forth, she followed his rhythm and danced under the tree.

She never thought that he would be her exclusive dance partner in the future, but every time she saw him leaning slightly in front of her and stretching out his hand to invite her, Rosalind would inevitably think back to the boy with the smile in his eyes that day.

Who knows that teenagers don't know love and hate?

The moment of palpitation is the best answer.