[HP] Leader's Exclusive Rose

Rosalind patiently copied down every little spell in the potions textbook, and she had to admit that she actually wanted to find someone to experiment with.

But whether it's a spell that makes people's toenails grow wild or hangs people on the wall, it's not quite what a Hufflepuff-born assistant teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts should cast.

"Although this book may indeed make your Potions class a lot easier, I still want to remind you—" the newly appointed teaching assistant told the black-haired and blue-eyed student very seriously, "There is something in this book Lots of self-invented spells that qualify as 'jinxes', and I don't want you to use them anywhere in Hogwarts, can you?"

"Well...unless it is absolutely necessary." Harry also raised his eyebrows, as if he suddenly thought of someone who disgusted him very much.

The girl raised her eyebrows helplessly. She even wanted to ask Snape when she was transcribing last night - because judging from the notes and corrections in the textbook, this "Half-Blood Prince"'s potion level is definitely hers. The best people she has ever met, but when it comes to potions masters, she can only think of the former professor and current "colleague" sitting in the next office.

But Rosalind silently gave up this idea when she thought of his sultry gaze—wait and ask when the time is right.

Draco's classroom performance and homework made it impossible for her novice teacher to find fault, so she had to try not to miss every Defense Against the Dark Arts class with the sixth-year Slytherin students, which caused the group of students to be in the classroom. While accepting the guidance of the dean, there will always be a quiet and well-behaved teaching assistant sitting on a stool just like them, listening to the professor with an iceberg face.

Needless to say, Rosalind is now very popular with Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students-she always finds every opportunity to give points to students who perform well in the Lion House and Badger House, so she and Snape's The policy of indifference has formed a relatively strong complementary relationship.

Katie was witnessed with a curse, and when Snape received the news and rushed to the medical wing to treat her, the girl was already in a coma.

Harry insisted upon seeing the opal necklace that Draco had done it, since the three of them had seen him over the summer and wanted to buy it.

Rosalind couldn't help but twitched her brows when she heard this, but the three little lions didn't notice her—it's not surprising, who would go to Knockturn Alley every day to observe a black magic shop?The girl followed McGonagall's suspicions and brought their talk back to black magic. The poor girl was transferred to St. Mungo's Magical Injury Hospital the next day.

Dumbledore gave Harry a private lesson every week - according to him, it was just for him to refresh some memories so that he could have a deeper understanding of Voldemort.

Without waiting for Defense Against the Dark Arts class to start again, Rosalind directly asked a Slytherin student to send a message to Draco, asking him to come to the office to meet her.

The boy with pale blond hair stood in front of her expressionlessly, and Rosalind stared at those blue-gray eyes for a long while before saying, "Is that you?"

"I can understand that," Draco said with a sarcasm, "Are you asking knowingly?"

"When did it happen? When was it selected?" Rosalind felt that she had to spend a lot of energy before asking, "I remember that the core of your staff is also unicorn tail hair."

"Professor Shen, I assume you know that you are just a teaching assistant—" The young man is like a snake eager to inject venom into the enemy's body with its fangs open, "Even Dumbledore has no right to interrogate students about their private affairs. Didn’t you learn some respect for others?”

Rosalind still stared at his angry and impatient eyes: "Is it this year's summer vacation?"

"I said it's none of your business!" Draco stared at her angrily, and slammed his hands on the table.

"Is it because Uncle Lucius didn't complete the task Voldemort gave him?" she continued.

"Rosalind!" Draco yelled with some breakdown, his chest was heaving sharply, but his hair was hanging down lonely, covering his eyes that didn't know when they were full of moisture.

After a long time, Draco said bitterly: "He chose me..." The boy held back his tears and muttered, rolling up his cuffs as if giving up on himself, revealing the hideous skull mark, "If I don't do this , he’d kill me—and my parents.”

Rosalind could not help crying with her face in her hands when he left the room: she really didn't know how to help him in this matter.

Some things were doomed very early - not because of the arrangements of God and Merlin, but because the balance in my heart had made a silent choice without knowing it.

Cormac McLaggen has been staring at Hermione with a sticky gaze recently, and Rosalind will inevitably see a strange scene when she is in class-McLaggen looks at Hermione, Ron looks at Mike Lagan.It's just that things in sight are different.

"Professor Slughorn wants to have a party during the Christmas holidays, the 'Slug Club'." Rosalind will not stay at Hogwarts at night, she will go outside Hogwarts Castle to use Apparate spell back.

"Well, you can just go and relax," Cedric was leaning on the sofa, his auburn hair reflecting the light from the fire, "what's the problem?"

"Everyone who is invited can bring another partner over - do you have to work overtime for Christmas?" The girl's arm that was originally on his shoulder also slipped down, and there was an extra peeled orange in her hand: " Come with me if you have time?"

The young man nodded, with a smile on his lips, "It's an honor."

In all fairness, the Quidditch competition didn't really appeal to Rosalind. She couldn't bear Hermione and Luna's eager invitation, so she had no choice but to put down the pile of papers about Boggarts that needed to be corrected and followed them. Sitting in the Gryffindor stands.

Ron performed well and Gryffindor lived up to expectations and won the game, but Rosalind knew very well that Hermione must be in a sadder mood than losing the game:

Ron was being hugged by a Gryffindor girl, or rather they were hugging each other, and had an intimate lip-to-mouth chat.

"Lavender Brown," Luna whispered in her ear, "it seems that she likes Ron very much."

Hermione left without saying a word, taking the parchment in her hand, and Rosalind looked at the two people who were inseparable, and didn't know what to do for a while.

Luna let the lion head above her head utter a loud cry, and the black-haired girl also decided to catch up to see the little brown-haired witch first.

While comforting, Rosalind saw Hermione raised a quill and scratched fiercely on her parchment, which ended up cutting through the paper: "He can kiss whoever he likes, I don't care Woolen cloth!"

Looking at this scene, the black-haired girl felt that she had known each other—she seemed to be so jealous of Cedric and other girls back then, and then she couldn't help imagining the scene of Cedric making out with other girls.

Heh, I started to get angry before kissing.

"Some things are more suitable to be explained clearly," Rosalind felt as if she had become an emotional consultant. "Don't rot all your thoughts in your stomach. The best way to deal with wood with worrying emotional intelligence is to express it directly."

Hermione poked the quill on the parchment again, and was speechless for a while.Rosalind didn't speak anymore, she patted her on the shoulder lightly, stood up and went back to her office - she hadn't finished grading the homework handed in by the students yet.

Jiujiu perched on her shoulder from time to time, leaving a few invisible paw prints on the parchment along the trajectory of her quill.This great tit-like bird is clingy, but also very good and never messes with her.So she didn't keep it in a cage, and let it fly around with her every day.

The sun was setting on the western mountain, and the spreading rosy satin happened to cover the mountains in the distance, and the orange-red light flowed everywhere like blood.

What is Cedric doing now?The girl turned the ring on her hand.

Missing always comes unexpectedly.

Snowflakes were dancing outside the window, flapping deftly on the icy panes, and Christmas was coming—Hagrid alone had brought in the twelve Christmas trees that were indispensable in the Great Hall every year; gold leaf; ever-burning candles flickered in the helmets of the armor; and huge bouquets of mistletoe hung at intervals in the corridors.

On the day of the party, Rosalind waited for Cedric in front of a cabin outside the castle early after asking Dumbledore's permission.

With the help of McGonagall, Cedric successfully walked into the school. Today, there are some more documents in the ministry. He and another person in the office are working together to this point.

After hearing Slughorn's name from Rosalind for the first time, Cedric couldn't help recalling some distant memories: his mother also came from this family, but although this family was included in the pure-blood family One, there are many offshoots of the family. He doesn't have a clear impression of Slughorn, but he vaguely remembers seeing him at his grandfather's house when he was a child.

After hastily sorting out the meeting materials to be used in tomorrow's meeting, he used an Apparition spell to come to Hogwarts.

"I'm here!" The girl tightened the robe wrapped around her body, and waved excitedly to her fiancé, "Here!"

The young man had noticed her a long time ago, and the keenness of being a ball seeker did not disappear with graduation, so he quickened his pace and ran towards her. Cedric stretched out his hand and gave her a tight hug: "Why did you come out so early? ?Sorry to keep you waiting."

"It's okay, I just came out too—" the girl sniffed the warm and steady wood fragrance on his body contentedly, "Let's go, the party location is in Professor Slughorn's office."

"You have to follow my steps this time~" Rosalind's lips twitched sweetly: "Now I'm also a teacher at Hogwarts! If you get lost, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Cedric raised his eyebrows noncommittally: "Okay, Mr. Shen." Then he lowered his head again, staring closely into her eyes, "Thank you."

Walking with her fingers intertwined in the corridors of Hogwarts and stepping on the steps, Cedric suddenly felt that he had returned to a time when he was a student:

None of them have encountered any life challenges yet, and they don't need to think about the dangers they may face every day.It's just to feel the warmth of the other party from the palm of the beating heart, and to tell each other blushing love words under the breeze.

They had approached Slughorn's office, the laughter, music, and loud voices increasing as they approached.

Whether it was by nature, or by magic—Slughorn's office was much larger than the average schoolroom: the ceiling and walls were hung with emerald, crimson, and gold draperies, and in the tent.The room was crowded and stuffy, lit red by a golden lantern hanging in the center of the ceiling, and Cedric noticed that there were real elves twinkling inside, each elf being a bright spot of light.From a corner in the distance came singing that seemed to be accompanied by a mandolin, and the heads of several old wizards who were talking were full of smoke from their pipes.Some house-elves dragged heavy silver platters through the jungle of Calf, looking like roaming little tables.