[HP] Leader's Exclusive Rose

Make a wish--

At this most beautiful age, I want to be with you every now and then, year after year together.

After leaving Dumbledore's office, Rosalind didn't know where to find Cedric. After all, she only asked Ezel to send him away, and she didn't say where to go.

Draco was leading Crabbe and Goyle up the stairs - he was going to Charms.

"Rosa." He stopped her and called her, instead of the usual arrogance, there was a hint of irritability in his eyes.

The girl habitually responded—but at this moment she didn't know what to say: Harry told about the Death Eaters who appeared in the cemetery that night and several of them, including Lucius Malfoy .

"Are you alright?" Draco said dryly, his throat tightening.

Rosalind raised her mouth as usual: "Well, I'm fine~ Thank you for your concern Draco."

"Oh." Draco's blue-gray eyes flashed a trace of emotion that she hadn't caught, and he turned his head to the two followers behind him and said, "Let's go, go to class."

Looking at the pale golden head, Rosalind suddenly stopped him again: "Draco!"

The skinny boy stopped, but didn't turn around.

"You still owe me a wish." The girl glanced at the two Slytherin students who were looking at her impatiently, and continued: "I want to find time to exchange it this summer vacation, if it is convenient for you, give it to me." Would you like to write a letter?"

There was no expression on Draco's face, he turned his back to the three of them - no one could see the emotion in his eyes: "Got it."

This so-called wish was benefited from the experience of riding a broom with him before and accidentally falling into the lake.

The girl wanted to make a joke with him and tease him, so she never found him to fulfill her wish.

Unexpectedly, it became the reason for them to meet now—somewhat with a feeling that things are right and people are wrong.

Rosalind didn't know that this Malfoy, who was known for his arrogance, had sneaked in to visit her in the middle of the night while she was lying on the bed in the hospital wing, but she was lying on Cedric's bed at the time.

The moonlight swayed with the curtains, flickering, and the boy who had already grown tall felt that something had been smothered once more, as if sprinkled with ash on a pile of ashes that had already been soaked. a basin of water.

Lucius had written to him too - he knew he was the son of a Death Eater, but he always had the feeling that he didn't want that.

Back in the Hufflepuff lounge, Cedric happened to be sitting on the sofa reading a book.

Ignoring the teasing eyes of the people around, the girl excitedly ran to him and sat down, stretched out her hand and hugged the silent boy.

The mixed emotions couldn't catch up with the subconscious conditioned reflex - skillfully taking her into his arms, Cedric felt her chin resting on his shoulder.

"Can you accompany me to the kitchen to get some small cakes to eat later?" The girl's voice revealed the joy visible to the naked eye: "Tomorrow is a holiday, have you packed all your things?"

"Well," Cedric said, pushing her away, "you come with me first."

Rosalind was stunned for a moment as she looked at the corners of the mouth of that always gentle boy. She even thought that Azel had told him something—but she didn't tell anyone except her parents and Deng that she suffered the backlash of the curse. Anyone but Bullido and Madam Pomfrey.

"What's the matter?" The girl's dark brown eyes felt guilty for some reason, "Are you in a bad mood?"

Cedric didn't answer her, but just stood up from the sofa, Rosalind thought he was acquiescing.

Brought her to his bedroom, the boy still didn't clear his messy thoughts until he locked the door with his backhand.

Rosalind tugged on his school robe lightly, her tone softened: "What's wrong?"

"Rosalind." Even when he was angry, he just called her name with a bit of gritted teeth - he didn't even have the heart to call her full name.

The girl raised her head in doubt, and looked at her lover who turned around with a serious face: "Huh?"

Cedric's gray eyes were full of extremely complicated emotions - he was full of disbelief when he learned of the sacrifice she had made for him in Dumbledore's office, and then he felt endless distress and embarrassment. move:

He didn't expect that for Rosalind, he could exchange his life for existence.

When he heard the possible consequences of the backlash of the curse, he even felt his own soul tremble.

Later, when he hid behind the bookshelf and heard Rosalind say that he would return the ring to him, he almost couldn't help walking up to her and telling her loudly that he didn't care if she could use magic or not.

So what if you become a Muggle?She was Rosalind Shen, the only love in his life and the only wife in the future.

If she really became a Muggle, then he could live with her in the Muggle world.

Clutching the back of her neck, Cedric kissed her lips fiercely—with mixed feelings, he didn't want to think about it anymore, because the anger caused by not being trusted by his lover was somewhat inexplicable grievance.

It was rare for him to do anything so forcefully regardless of her feelings. Rosalind was pushed against the wall by him at this moment, and he held her wrist tightly, and the original intense kiss also changed:

He left an uncharacteristic tooth mark on her collarbone.

"Hiss—" the girl gasped for breath, stimulated by the sudden pain, and her eyes became more flustered: "Sed?"

The person in front of her didn't let go of her wrist, and she could clearly see Cedric's thick eyelashes from the distance where the tip of her nose touched.

"You are mine." His voice was hoarse, as if he had been burned by hot love: "Don't leave me, let alone abandon me—no matter what happens, you can trust me completely, Did you hear that?"

Rosalind blushed violently: "I—" Before she could finish speaking, he covered her slightly parted lips again.

I don't know how long it took, maybe tens of seconds, or maybe a few minutes, but Cedric finally kindly withdrew the confinement of her because he was afraid that she would bore him.

"Do you remember what I just said?" Cedric was a head taller than her, looking down at her condescendingly, which added a sense of oppression.

Rosalind's hanging hand was pressed against the wall, she shrank her neck, met his gaze and said, "Remember..."

Hufflepuff's good Mr. stared at the girl in front of him silently for a while, and finally his gray eyes blurred with gentle Galaxy again: "You are so important to me that no one can replace."

"Yeah." Rosalind nodded: "You are the same to me."

Glancing at his "masterpiece" just now, Cedric pursed his lower lip, and carefully fastened the button and tie around her neck again.

He wanted his rose to stay in the greenhouse he had built for her, but she obviously preferred to protect him with her thorns.

When she walked into the auditorium in the evening, Rosalind noticed at a glance that the usual decorations were gone.

The real Mad-Eye Moody was sitting at the staff table now, his wooden leg and magic eyeball back in their old places.He seemed particularly nervous, jumping up whenever anyone spoke to him.Rosalind knew he wasn't to blame: Moody's ten months of confinement in his box must have heightened his fear of being attacked.

Karkaroff's seat was empty, and Cedric and she had already heard Harry talk about his experience that night. No one knew where Karkaroff was at the moment, let alone whether Voldemort had caught him.

Maxim was still there, sitting next to Hagrid.They were talking quietly about something.Across the table, sitting next to McGonagall, was Snape.

"Another year," said Dumbledore, looking at them all. "It's over."

He stopped talking, his eyes first fell on Hufflepuff's table, and then drifted to Gryffindor's long table: "Tonight, I have a lot to say to you all," Dumbledore said to the students Raising the glass: "But first I must announce one thing to celebrate - two champions of our school, together won the Goblet of Fire! They are Hufflepuff Cedric Diggory and Gran Harry Potter of Findo! Let us all send our most sincere congratulations to these two warriors!" After speaking, he took the lead in applauding, and the whole auditorium was also immersed in a sea of ​​applause and cheers.

Harry shyly responded to the congratulations from the people around him, while Cedric held Rosalind's hand and politely responded to the enthusiasm of the little badgers.

"But—" Dumbledore spoke again: "I must also announce to everyone present another matter that deserves to be taken seriously—Voldemort is back."

There was a nervous murmur in the auditorium.Everyone stared at Dumbledore in horror and disbelief.

"The Ministry of Magic doesn't want me to tell you this," continued Dumbledore. "Some of the parents of some of my classmates might be shocked by what I did - either because they couldn't believe that Voldemort had really returned, or because they thought I shouldn't have told you this because you're young. However, I believe that telling the truth is always better than lying, and it would be an unwise decision if we tried to make a joke about Voldemort's return. Decide."

At this time, every face in the auditorium was turned towards Dumbledore, and shock and fear were written on almost every face...

"Speaking of this, I have to pay tribute to our two warriors - they escaped Voldemort's clutches, and they showed bravery and fearlessness in the face of Voldemort's despotic power!"

There was a flutter in the auditorium, and everyone turned their heads to Cedric and Harry respectively, and then quickly turned back to look at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore turned gravely to Cedric and Harry, raising his goblet again.Almost everyone in the Great Hall did as well, but many of the Slytherins sat stubbornly without touching their glasses.

After all, Dumbledore didn't have magic eyes, so he didn't see their actions.

After everyone was seated again, Dumbledore added: "The purpose of the Triwizard Tournament is to enhance and promote mutual understanding in the wizarding world. Given what is happening now - given Voldemort's return to life - this connection is stronger than ever before. more important."

Dumbledore looks at Maxime and Hagrid, at Fleur Delacour and her fellow Beauxbatons, at Viktor Krum and Dems at the Slytherin table Trump's classmate.

"Every guest in this Hall," said Dumbledore, his eyes resting on Durmstrang's fellow students, "is welcome to come back at any time. I repeat to all of you— —Given Voldemort's return from the dead, we are only as strong as we are united; we are weaker as we are divided. Voldemort created conflict and enmity with great skill. We can only fight it if we demonstrate the same unbreakable friendship and trust. As long as we The goal is the same, the heart is open, and the difference of habits and language will not be an obstacle."

The mountains and rains are coming, and the wind is full of buildings.