[HP] Leader's Exclusive Rose

Miss, you are not an ordinary person——

You are a heart-stealing witch.

With a soft snort, Cedric put on an aggressive smile on his face: "Do you think I really want nothing from you?"

Rosalind looked at the indistinct arc of his mouth and quickly acted obediently: "How dare you~ I just think that you are very, very nice~"

Noticing Cedric's increasingly serious demeanor, the girl also realized that she was really about to get "on fire": "Your hair is still wet! Let me dry it for you first." She raised her hand and cast a drying spell, She held up the small cloth bag to his face again: "Nana said "emergency", do you want to guess?"

"What's inside?" The boy's gray eyes filled with curiosity and subtle jealousy, "Let me see what's urgent."

"Oh, you came to my room. I need to find a warm place for it." Rosalind took a step forward and smoothed his hair with her fingers, and then grabbed his cuff, "Come quickly."

Taking a deep breath, Cedric tried hard to suppress the tumbling complex emotions in her heart, and she took out the things in the cloth bag—is it a small egg?

When he opened his mouth in doubt, a trace of surprise flashed across the boy's face: "This is?"

"Nana, she went to explore the woods with Mr. Lovegood, and found a bird's nest that fell on the ground by accident. It was probably blown down by the wind. There were five eggs in it, but three were broken—so they I took the nest back." Rosalind said with some regret, "Then today an egg broke its shell and a chick came out."

"But it looks like the one you brought back, doesn't it?" Cedric said, looking at the bluish egg in her palm a few more times, there seemed to be only a tiny crack on it.

"Well, she gave this one to me—" the girl pursed her lips and sighed softly, "But to be honest, I'm really not sure about taking good care of this little guy."

Putting it carefully into Cedric's hands, the girl found a velvet square scarf from the closet, folded it into a small hat shape, and signaled her fiancé to put it in with her eyes.

"When do you think it can break through this layer of restraint?" Rosalind's dark brown eyes were full of tenderness. She always liked some small and cute creatures.Smiling, she turned to Cedric and said, "I guess it's not an owl."

The pear shelf was empty—Gugu hadn't come back yet, so I didn't hear what she said.

"Cuckoo will be sad to hear that." Cedric raised his eyebrows helplessly and pamperingly, paused, and said again: "But... Maybe, I think, I should get some compensation?"

"What compensation?" The girl was startled when asked.

"I'm not as important as a bird that hasn't hatched yet—" the young man took Rosalind's hand wearing the engagement ring and rubbed it lightly, "I'm really going to be sad."

While feeling a little embarrassed for what my fiancé said, at the same time, I felt as if I saw an aggrieved big golden-haired Rosalind hugging his waist along his strength: "First make up for a hug, and then— —" She tiptoed to kiss his reddish lips at the moment, "One more kiss?"

The big golden retriever didn't appreciate it, and stretched out his hand to pinch her chin, his eyes also flashed a hint of danger: "I think you are perfunctory me, baby."

"No—" Before he finished speaking, Cedric covered those two tender petals again.

Favors are pets, pampering is pampering, but he managed to get her to become a full-grown adult, not because he wants to be a ascetic monk.

I don't know how long it took before he leaned close to her ear again, and sprayed his scorching breath on one of the most sensitive areas: "Don't get angry, or you will have to put yourself on it to extinguish it."

"You, you..." Rosalind opened her mouth, only a few syllables came out.After Cedric stood still in front of her again, she stammered and said, "When, what, hiss, why are you so bad? Huh?"

The brown-haired boy gave his fiancée a blushing look condescendingly, and did not intend to make any excuses for his actions.

Cedric knew that Rosalind liked him in large part because of his "gentleness"—a label that had been attached to him almost since he was a child.

But it feels really good to expose her true inner thoughts once in a while, and tease her by her temper.

In front of you, I can never be a saint.

If anyone has been on edge this Christmas break, it's Harry.

Molly even had a general name for his day-to-day restlessness:

Intermittent depression.

Dumbledore specially assigned Snape to teach him Occlumency, in order to resist Voldemort's interference with him, so that he would not really "go crazy".Snape also kept a cold face, telling him to go to him to learn Occlumency every Monday night at six o'clock under the guise of tutoring potions.The day before school started, the children of the Gryffindor Triangle and the Weasleys were going back to Hogwarts on the Knight Bus, still escorted by Tonks and Lupine.

Monday was fast approaching, and Harry spent most of the time dreading the night: the Potions class in the morning did nothing to dispel his fears, and from time to time members of the DA asked him hopefully if he wanted to gather at night , which made him even more depressed.

This also made him almost misunderstand what Qiu wanted to go to Hogsmeade with him on Valentine's Day.

At night, he saw some blurry scenes again - he felt severe pain from his scar in the Gryffindor lounge, and when he got to the dormitory, his head was more painful as if it had been cut open.

Crazy laughter echoed in his ears—he hadn't been this happy for a long time, and he was ecstatic and overjoyed... A great thing happened.

When Cedric and Rosalind were reading the Daily Prophet the next day, they found the answer that made him laugh wildly.

On the front page of the newspaper spread out on the table were ten black and white photos, each of which had their names and the crimes of being imprisoned in Azkaban written.

The Ministry of Magic announced last night a mass escape from Azkaban.

Because the guardian of Azkaban, the dementor, has returned to Voldemort.

Roderick Bird, a Ministry of Magic clerk, was strangled to death in his hospital bed by a pot of disguised devil's net.

The faculty table is also unreasonably serious today: Dumbledore and McGonagall are talking closely, and both of them have extremely serious faces; Professor Sprout leans the "Daily Prophet" on the tomato bottle and concentrates on reading the first chapter. One day, the spoon was lifted into the air, and the egg yolk in the spoon was not even noticed dripping onto the legs.Umbridge across the table was gulping down her porridge, and for the first time her beady eyes weren't searching the hall for misbehaving students - she ate with a frown, occasionally giving Dumbledore a vicious look. Glance over there with Meg.

Word of Hagrid's stay on probation had spread around the school in a few days, but not everyone was sad, especially some of the Slytherin students who still seemed quite happy.

There was only one topic of conversation in the corridors of Hogwarts right now: ten Death Eaters on the run.The news finally infiltrated the campus through a few people who read the newspaper.

Children of magical families grew up hearing about these Death Eaters, and their names were almost as terrifying as Voldemort's: their crimes under Voldemort's dark reign were well known.Among the students were family members of the victims involved, and these students also reluctantly became the center of attention in the hallway.

With the support of Umbridge's continuous high-pressure policy, Cedric and Harry also doubled their time to DA assembly and training, which can be regarded as another kind of "revenge" against Umbridge.

The two Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers were pleased to see that after learning that ten Death Eaters were at large, everyone trained harder.But no one has made as much progress as Neville—the news of his parents' murderer escaping caused him to undergo a strange and even frightening change: he never once mentioned seeing Harry and others in St. Mungo's ward. and never mentioned that Bellatrix and her associates were at large.In fact, he hardly said a word during DA activities, just burying his head in practicing every spell that Cedric and Harry taught them, his round face tense, and he didn't think much of injuries or accidents. I mean, I practice harder than anyone in the room.

Seeing Rosalind undo the spell on his body without using a wand again, he gritted his teeth and let go of his embarrassment and nervousness for the time being: "Rosalind, please, can you teach me the silent spell and cast spells without a wand?" ?"

Rosalind nodded as she looked at the Gryffindor lion cub who had been ignored by everyone. If Trelawney's prophecy was correct, then Neville could also be considered the candidate for the "savior".

So in addition to the weekly DA meeting, she and Cedric also took turns taking time to give Neville "tutoring" alone.

Before Harry learned Occlumency, his scar occasionally ached, usually at night, or after he'd had a few sudden senses of Voldemort's thoughts and emotions.But now the scar was an almost constant sting: he often felt bouts of annoyance or joy that had nothing to do with his actions at the time, and always accompanied by sharp pain from the scar.

The dark-haired, blue-eyed savior felt horrified that he was becoming an antenna for Voldemort's slight fluctuations in mood.He was even certain that this increased sensitivity had begun after learning Occlumency with Snape for the first time.What disturbed him most was the fact that he dreamed almost every night now that he was walking down the corridors towards the Department of Mysteries, always ending up standing longingly in front of the black door.

When the five people sat together again, Harry couldn't help but look at Rosalind more: "I, I know that your grades in divination are excellent, can you help me? I really feel like I'm going crazy. "

"Harry, of course I will help you—" Rosalind put her hand on Cedric's slightly curled fingers just now, her eyes flashed with worry, "but I was wondering if there is a possibility that you and Voldemort There's still a connection between us that neither of us can see or capture? I'm not saying you're possessed, it's just, could it be, that he's with you in a way none of us know? The mind or the body got some, uh... resonance?"

Ron's and Hermione's faces were no less terrified than Harry's, and they all stared at Rosalind as if they had seen the devil, as if she hadn't woken up this morning and was talking nonsense.

Although Cedric understood their gaze, he still felt a little unhappy: "This is what I discussed with Rosa, after all, Harry's life is inextricably linked with Voldemort - the two of us even suspected that he wanted to Use Harry's body to accomplish something. And didn't Harry say that he always dreamed about the Department of Mysteries recently? This place is the most secretive department of the Ministry of Magic, and the things inside are never disclosed to the outside world."

The cold wind of January blew by, chilling people's hearts.