[HP] Leader's Exclusive Rose

Tomorrow will be the summer vacation, and Rosalind knows that she can't wait any longer - she can't see magic like a Muggle, although she doesn't know why she can still see Hogwarts Castle, but she I always feel that I will see myself standing on top of the ruins in the next second.

Walking down the corridor with a lot of thoughts, I met Peeves: it was waiting for the Weasley twins, and when it saw them, it threw a crackling firework bomb in the direction of her cup. It originally thought that Rosalind would She hid back for a while—but the girl obviously didn't notice it, and the glass cup containing the pumpkin juice in her hand shattered, and the splashed glass pieces left two long gashs in her palm.

"Oh, why don't you know how to hide?" Peeves was also shocked when he saw the blood running down her hand: "Hiss, quickly cast yourself a Healing Curse, oops, I'm sorry, didn't you Dodged? Oops..."

Rosalind closed her eyes, then looked up at the instigator floating in the air in front of her: "It's okay...don't do this again Peeves, it really hurts..."

"Oh, I got it, I got it, you should put a curse on yourself, otherwise that Digory will go to Barrow again after he finds out, it's boring!"

Her heart was suddenly blocked again, and Rosalind was silent for a while: "...Well, I will do it later, you go first, I will clean up here." She looked at the debris on the ground again.

"Wouldn't it be better to use a cleansing spell? Don't you always do this before?" Peeves was puzzled when he saw her bending down to pick up the debris. "Or use a restoring spell?"

"Stop talking about Peeves!" Rosalind bit her lips, resisting the desire to cry: "I will clean up here, can you leave first? I won't tell Seid about this, I promise .”

"Hey, what's the matter with you today?" Seeing the girl's eyes were red, Peeves had no choice but to drift away with his pouty mouth.

Why doesn't she miss a simple "clean up"?But that simply doesn't work anymore.

After breakfast today, she secretly slipped a note to Nelia, asking her to tell Aizel to dismiss Cedric later - the former was confused by her request, but he didn't ask much, and agreed with it with a nod up.

After simply going to the bathroom to clean her wound, she went to Dumbledore's office.Climbing up the stairs, Rosalind looked at the paintings on the wall—the characters inside all cast their eyes on her curiously, which brought her some comfort: at least until now, she has not been completely rejected by this magical world. outside the gate.

"Pile of cockroaches." The girl frowned and said the password softly—who would have thought that this great white wizard would set the entrance password of his office to this?

"Principal Dumbledore." Rosalind looked at the kind-faced old man, who was also wearing a pressed lavender robe today.

"Miss Shen, please sit down." Dumbledore was sitting in his seat. She had been to his office before. It was a very beautiful round room with portraits of previous Hogwarts principals on the wall. —they were all asleep, their chests heaving gently.

A crisp phoenix cry attracted her attention: "Hello, Fox." Rosalind greeted it with a slight smile.

Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes, stood on a golden perch by the door, the size of a swan, with dazzling crimson and gold plumage.

It was shaking its long tail feathers and winking at Rosalind friendly.

There was also a huge table with claw-shaped legs.On a shelf behind the desk lay a tattered, crumpled wizard hat - the Sorting Hat.

"Are you in any trouble?" The old man's tone was as calm as a calm sea, with a sense of relaxation.

"Hmm..." The girl withdrew her gaze from Fox, with a little helplessness on her face: "I want to apply for a suspension of school."

The Sorting Hat also grinned when he heard the words: "My God~ This is really strange. Is it because you don't want to continue to be in Hufflepuff?"

"Of course not!" Rosalind retorted, with more serious eyes: "I like Hufflepuff very much."

"To be honest, Dumbledore," the expression of the Sorting Hat moved, as if about to sing: "I still think she is more suitable for Gryffindor and Ravenclaw."

The girl twitched the corner of her mouth helplessly: "You said before that I am also suitable for Slytherin."

"Of course—my judgment is never wrong! But your courage and intelligence are indeed more suitable for those two colleges." The Sorting Hat did not question its own judgment, and the corners of its mouth drooped.

"This is indeed a big problem," Dumbledore withdrew the smile on his face, and there was a ripple in his blue eyes: "Why?"

Rosalind pursed her lips: "I don't have magic power anymore, you know—it's the backlash of that spell." Then she looked at her hand again: "Hogwarts is a school of magic, I'm afraid I won't Go on and you'll see it's in ruins."

"Does Mr. Diggory think so?" Dumbledore's tone was still like the March wind in London: "You have a beautiful ring on your finger."

"I didn't tell him about it...but I think it's time to give him back the ring." Rosalind's eyes were filled with a thick mist: "If I really become a Muggle, yes Definitely wouldn't want to be with him."

"Perhaps he doesn't think so." Dumbledore folded his hands together, with a calm expression on his face: "I heard from many professors that you are a very good student."

"The reason I worked so hard was to be as good as him. If I really become a Muggle..." the girl lowered her eyes, staring at the ruby ​​ring on her hand, "I don't want to be his burden and encumbrance, he is Hogg The pride of Watts is the champion of the Goblet of Fire."

Taking a deep breath, Rosalind smiled with relief: "He deserves everything better."

"It's nice to be young—" Dumbledore said gently, "and still feel the feeling of giving for love."

"I remember that your wand is also very beautiful. Mr. Ollivander rarely makes such a wand." Dumbledore blinked at her, and his light blue eyes were full of peace.

The girl took out the alder wand from the school robe, and the opal inlaid at the end refracted beautiful light under the light of the lamp line.

Fox suddenly flapped his wings and came to her lap, looking at the girl with his dark eyes without blinking.Rosalind was also stunned for a moment, and stretched out her hand to touch the feathers on its head.

But Fox lowered his head when she raised her hand - crystal clear teardrops oozed from the corners of her eyes, dripping on her wound just now.

The tears of the phoenix have a strong healing effect, or the magical creature like the phoenix is ​​full of treasures:

They can carry people in flight, feathers can be used to make wand cores, and tears can be used as excellent potion materials...

The wound on her hand healed, and Rosalind felt a warm current slowly flowing from her palm to her whole body.

Sighing imperceptibly, the girl stroked its feathers with her fingers: "Thank you, Fox."

The phoenix flapped its wings and returned to the golden perch. Dumbledore also stood up and went to the bookshelf to find something.But I don't know whether he didn't pay attention for a while or there were too many books on it and they were not completely put away. A trophy fell from the top with his movements, and it was about to fall to the ground.

"Wingardium Leviosa (levitation spell)!" Subconsciously pointing at it with a wand, she chanted a spell. The moment Rosalind blurted out, she realized that she had no magic power at all.

But the trophy landed firmly on the ground—causing her to catch her breath.

"Oh——" Dumbledore took out a metal box full of lemon sherbets, "Thank you, Miss Shen." After speaking, he bent down to pick up the trophy, put it on the shelf again, and came again. In front of the stunned girl, he handed her a piece of lemon sherbet: "Fox's tears may allow you to continue your studies at Hogwarts."

"But, but... how could this happen?" Rosalind looked at her wand in disbelief. Did the levitation spell just work?

"You will be a very good witch. I remember your father also had a safety buckle." The corner of Dumbledore's mouth curved upwards: "The magic of Chinese wizards may really make miracles happen."

The girl's dark brown eyes trembled—the person in front of her was right, but Yucheng Shen's safety buckle had been worn by her mother Nora since she could remember.

"Thank you..." Rosalind's heart was beating violently, and tears of excitement were about to overflow: "Thank you!"

Dumbledore nodded to her, watching the girl leaving happily, the old man also peeled off a piece of lemon sherbet: "I think you can spend another pleasant summer vacation together, Mr. Diggory."

The brown-haired boy came out from behind the bookshelf on the other side: Ezel asked him to go to the library this morning, but he didn't agree - he just wanted to find Dumbledore quickly and ask him about Rosalind.

Unexpectedly, not long after he arrived, his fiancée also knocked on the door of Dumbledore's office - so with Dumbledore's approval, he hid behind the bookshelf and listened to the whole thing.

"Thank you, Principal Dumbledore, and you, Fox." Cedric bowed to them gratefully: "Thank you for your help."

"Young people's petty thoughts are really twists and turns—" The Sorting Hat gossips aside, "If I had sorted you into Gryffindor, I guess this little girl would have asked me to sort her there too. "

"Go back quickly, I guess Miss Shen must really want to see you now." Dumbledore smiled at him again, with a sly look in his eyes like a teenage child.

The sun pierced through the clouds for days and covered the entire Hogwarts castle. Rosalind really wanted to see Cedric immediately and give him a tight hug.

Her magic has not fully recovered, but she is not in a hurry, everything will be fine.

I just want to stand by your side with a better posture——

Rather than being your weakness, I want to be the armor that allows you to move forward bravely.

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The author has something to say:

Fox shed tears for Rosalind because her parents are both members of the Order of the Phoenix, and their family has always stood firmly on Dumbledore's side, so Fox also helped her "love the house and the black". (mainly to satisfy your desire to see sugar) "doge"