[HP] Leader's Exclusive Rose

"Valentine's Day is for dating.

You say yes, my little rose? "

Ever since Hermione caught Rita Skeeter, she never made anything up for Harry, but after a large number of Death Eaters escaped from prison, the little brunette witch suddenly had a wonderful idea.

The wind in February in England is already warm and humid, and Neville's progress is getting bigger and bigger. Leaving aside the equally uncommentable Potions class results, Rosalind really thinks that he is also a "talented type" contestant" - but Neville's talent was clearly more focused on herbalism.

On February [-]th, Cedric took Rosalind to Hogsmeade village early in the morning. The main reason was that he wanted to take the girl to relax: a few days ago she used a crystal ball to divination some things, It turned out badly.

She saw a figure struggling on the ground, a pile of shards like shattered glass, and a door with fluttering white curtains.

After visiting the Honeydukes Candy Store as usual, Rosalind once thought that the owner should issue a discount card for her and Cedric—after all, they would step through the gate every time they came here, and then return with a pile of candies.

"Do you want a cup of coffee with half milk? Your favorite level of sweetness." Cedric led her while looking at the sign of Mrs. Puddiff's Tea House: because of Valentine's Day, it was covered with various ribbons and Fairy lights.

"It's a bit vulgar," the girl fiddled with the pink bow hanging on the tablecloth, and smiled at her lover in front of her, "but it's still inexplicably cute."

The boy chuckled after hearing this: "Well, but I have to say, these pink colors remind me of a person I don't really want to recall."

"Is it pink?" Rosalind took a sip of coffee and looked at Cedric with bright eyes.

The brown-haired boy crossed his hands noncommittally: "I can't hide anything from you~"

"Let's go directly to the Three Broomsticks later, shall we? Hermione told us to go there at noon today, but I don't have anything else to visit right now."

"Yes—" Cedric nodded, his gray eyes filled with tenderness, "I allow you to drink a glass of butter beer."

"Just one cup?" Rosalind pouted, and stretched out her arms to hold down her fiancé's hand on the table.

"Do you want to be hugged back by me in a daze?" The boy's voice was warm, and finally he was a little more indulgent: "Two glasses at most."

"Harry and Qiu are here too." Rosalind glanced at the girl who also wore a long ponytail, and at the same time met Harry's slightly nervous eyes.

"Huh?" Cedric turned his head to look at the words, and happened to meet the eyes of the young couple who had different thoughts.

After waving through the crowd, Cedric and Rosalind also looked away.

"The two of them are also out on a date—" Rosalind lowered her head and stirred the coffee in front of her again: "I thought Harry would think of the pink office just like you when he saw the lace and bow decoration here."

"This is—" Cedric glanced at the back of his left hand subconsciously. The scars from the last confinement sentence were no longer visible, but his disgust for Umbridge was indeed growing day by day.

"Come closer, I have something to tell you." Rosalind looked in the direction of the two of them again, then lightly flicked her ponytail, her dark brown eyes crawled thoughtfully.

Cedric leaned towards her again when he heard the words, and the little angel flying above the small round table also sprinkled pink confetti to the two of them at the right time.

After standing up for a while, Rosalind kissed his coffee-scented lips precisely.

Through the sugar bowl, the girl actually couldn't see what was going on at the other table, and Cedric usually wouldn't let her be distracted at times like this.

Panting and retreating a little distance, Rosalind licked her lower lip: "Let's go, let's go find Hermione."

It was raining outside, but Rosalind wasn't worried: Cedric had brought an umbrella, and they both cast waterproofing spells.

Stepping into the tavern, Cedric looked around for a week and immediately noticed a familiar big man sitting in the corner: Hagrid was sitting there alone drinking.

"Hey, Hagrid!" Rosalind patted him on the shoulder with a glass of butterbeer.

Hagrid was taken aback, and hurriedly turned to look. He was relieved to see Rosalind and Cedric, and pulled out two chairs for them.Two more cuts and several bruises were added to his face.

"Why are you two here? How are you doing?" Hagrid looked down at the two in front of him, "Did Umbridge feel sorry for you any more?"

Rosalind looked at his wounds worriedly: "We've been fine recently, and that woman didn't find any reason to punish us—but you, what's the matter with these wounds on your face? See Madam Pomfrey. Yet?"

"Oh, I'm fine, Rosalind, these wounds are nothing serious. Well... I'm always bumping and bumping when I'm working, so don't think about it, it's fine." Hagrid said, staring at the pewter the size of a bucket again. Wine glass, with a sigh.

Cedric also spoke, and asked softly, "I'll bring you some medicine when I go back, shall I? I brought some medicine from home that can help heal wounds, and it might come in handy."

Hagrid shook his head slightly: "No, thank you for your kindness—but my injuries are nothing, so don't worry about me."

The girl took out the wand from her pocket, pointed at his wound and said softly, "Heal as before."

But it didn't work very well—it was just that the bruises faded away, but the wound didn't heal immediately.

"Thank you, but it really doesn't matter." Hagrid drank another sip of wine, trying to pull a smile from his sad face to Rosalind: "Your family is very happy, right?"

The girl nodded after deliberation: "Mmm——"

"Hagrid!" Harry shouted in their direction from a distance away.

"Harry? Aren't you dating Qiu?" Rosalind tilted her head with surprise on her face.Cedric looked at the somewhat embarrassed savior and also flashed a trace of doubt.

"Oh, it's all over, today's date." Harry pursed his lips, apparently not intending to continue the topic: "Why are you here? What are these wounds on your face?"

"Small injury, you know, um... I always do some rough work." The strange silence quietly condensed, and Hagrid suddenly looked at Harry again: "We're pretty much the same, aren't we?"

"Huh?" Harry frowned, not understanding what he meant.

"We're all orphans..." he said, taking a swig of wine: "It's very different to have a good family, like you two—" He turned his eyes to Cedric and Rosalind again, " My dad is good, and so are your parents. If he was still around, I think my life would be different, wouldn't it?"

"Hmm... maybe." Harry said cautiously, Hagrid looked extremely depressed today.

Drank the wine and put the table on the table, Hagrid wiped a drop of blood from his eyes and stood up again: "Goodbye, Harry, I have to go first, you have to take care... and the two of you One, take good care of yourself..."

When he had finished speaking, he lumbered out of the bar and disappeared into the pouring rain with a look of despair.Cedric exchanged glances with his fiancée: all three of them could see that Hagrid was unhappy and hiding something, but he seemed determined not to accept help.Before they could think about it deeply, they heard someone calling their names.

Hermione waved to him from the other side of the room, and Luna even waved her hand and called "Rosa" several times. Sitting next to Hermione was Rita Skeeter, the former reporter of the "Daily Prophet".

The three walked through the crowd, Luna happily embraced the black-haired girl's arm, and immediately noticed the carrot bracelet on her wrist: "Is it the one I gave you earlier? I knew it would look good on you."

"Yes baby, I like it very much." While letting go of Cedric's hand, Rosalind patted her Ravenclaw cutie: "Why are you here?"

"It's going to be a lot of fun~ and Hermione said you'd come too." Luna pulled her to a seat, where she had just ordered a violet drink.

Upon hearing this, Rosalind rubbed her dark golden-brown hair affectionately, and smiled sweetly at those silver eyes.

Cedric on the side raised his eyebrows, although he didn't say anything, but from the word "baby" to the moment she let go of his hand without hesitation, Mr. Badger expressed that the little awkwardness in his heart was about to take root again. grew up.

Rita Skeeter saw that the two Hogwarts victorious warriors were eager to get back to their old ways, but Hermione stopped her very seriously.

It seems that losing her job has taken a toll on her: her curls, which had been carefully permed before, have straightened and hung in a mess.The red polish had peeled from the two-inch pointed nails, and two fake jewels had fallen from the glasses.

Hermione's purpose today is very clear: she wants to use Rita Skeeter to publish a slightly exaggerated fact about Voldemort's return.

It wasn't until after returning that Hermione remembered her friend and Qiu's date.Harry told her about this terrible dating experience. Hermione listened helplessly and gave her own opinion. She felt that the emotional intelligence of Harry and Ron should be half a catty.

It's the day of the Quidditch match, this time between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor.To say what are the benefits of this game for the two colleges:

The Hufflepuff crowd was ready to cheer from the moment the whistle blew, while the Gryffindor crowd had only 10 minutes to suffer.

Unsurprisingly, the Hufflepuff Seeker caught the Snitch to decide the outcome.After the match, Rosalind looked at the Snitch in her hand and led her Seeker back to the Hufflepuff lounge.Cedric felt that this game was somewhat unfair—after Harry was suspended, the confrontation with Gryffindor was much less challenging for him; Ron was obviously not skilled enough as a goalkeeper; The batsman even hit his player's mouth with a stick...

On Monday morning, Luna wandered over to the Hufflepuff table and handed Rosalind a copy of the March issue of The Quibbler, with a photo of Cedric and Harry on the cover.

Umbridge looked pissed off at this, standing in the middle of the auditorium, her eyes darting back and forth viciously at Harry and Cedric, the Quibbler she had taken from Harry in her stubby fingers trembling.

Angrily deducting [-] points from the two colleges respectively, and adding a week of confinement punishment to the two parties respectively, she stomped away stepping on those hideously ugly, rustic pink shoes up.

Before noon, huge notices were posted all over the school, not only on the bulletin board of the college, but also in the corridors and classrooms.

"Any student found in possession of The Quibbler shall be expelled immediately."

Rosalind laughed at this, and Hermione pursed her lips when she saw the notices: Umbridge's troll mind sure doesn't realize that if she could do one thing that would absolutely guarantee that everyone at school would read that interview article, just ban it.

"Use a Bone Crushing Curse to blow up that quill. I decided to ask Harry to borrow his invisibility cloak. That pink bastard still wants to put you in confinement." Rosalind's dark brown eyes were full of anger and worry.

Cedric sighed imperceptibly, and smoothed his little rose: "It's okay, don't be angry for her, but if I have a chance, I will definitely try to blow it up. Good~"

She once read a sentence in a Chinese book:

The dragon's inverse scale, whoever touches it kills it.

Cedric is her reverse scale.