[HP] If youth has an ageless face

When Edwin La visited the greenhouse again, Darren closed the pages of the book for the first time, and there was a trace of strange indifference in his expression: "Don't come again."

"Why?" Edwina's eyes widened in surprise, "Did you finally remember your identity as a prefect?" She said jokingly.

"No reason." Darren hesitated to speak.This monotonous answer couldn't be more perfunctory for Edwina. She blew away the thin dust on the table, jumped on it lightly, and crossed her legs:

"Unless you tell me the real reason, I will do it right away." Darren looked at her quietly for a few seconds, and his eyes made Edwina feel a little confused, "To be honest, you look like a girl today." Fake Darren."

Darren didn't speak.

Edwina quickly thought about the reason for his drastic change of attitude tonight, but couldn't figure it out.She obviously didn't offend him directly. After all, Darren's attitude was normal until the last time they met, so...

"Let's put it this way, Mr. Zabini." Edwin took the risk, "Guess why I always come to this greenhouse to find you tirelessly?"

"Perhaps you are interested in Gilderoy Lockhart." Darren replied mechanically. "Unfortunately, I don't know him."

"Wait a minute, you haven't heard some unreliable gossip, have you?" Edwina suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "Do you think knowing me will ruin your reputation? Do you think I'm a lover? The crazy bees and butterflies on the sky?"

"I don't know." Darren said with a start.

"Honestly, this greenhouse doesn't really appeal to me, and I'm not interested in herbalism." Edwinra said, "If it weren't for you here, I wouldn't come here to wander around if I have nothing to do. Well." She said bluntly, "Now you know the reason why I am always hanging around in front of you—yes, that's right, that's what you think—then what kind of reply are you going to give me?"

The expression on Darren's face was complicated for a while, and during the long silence, Edwina gradually began to wonder if he had made a wrong move.

"Come if you want." Darren said suddenly, "I'll go." After that, he really pushed the book and really wanted to leave. Edwina couldn't believe her eyes, and she jumped off the table without thinking catch up:

"Hey! Wait a minute—"

Rookwood came out from the corner by the door with a sullen face, and Edwin took a breath and took a step back.

Is this a trap?

She looked at Darren, who didn't avoid her gaze, but didn't give an explanation.

Edwin took a deep breath and squeezed out a not-so-good smile: "Rookwood——"

"I've heard those rumors a long time ago, but I didn't expect them to be true." Luke Wood took a step forward, his expression was extremely ferocious, Edwina realized for the first time that he was a future Death Eater, but she insisted He didn't back down or flinch, "So you've taken a fancy to this idiot who likes to dig? Then what do you think I am? Your mobile wallet?"

She can choose to show weakness, or sophistry, or admit it.

After weighing it for a moment, Edwina put on a fluffy smile: "That's true."

"Indeed!" Rookwood grabbed her by the throat and pulled her closer to him. "Indeed?"

"Have I promised you anything?" Edwinla asked rhetorically, "Why should I refuse the Galleons that came to my door—not to mention that I really need them."

"You bitch! Liar!" Rookwood pushed her away violently, and Edwin knocked down a small flower stand behind her, and she fell into a pile of broken porcelain and clods, in a state of distress, My whole body hurts, and tears welled up all of a sudden.These are purely physiological tears.Edwin pulls up his robe and calmly wipes away the tears, while Rookwood has already pulled out his wand impulsively.Darren, who had been watching with an indescribable expression, finally spoke out:

"Put away your wand."

"You have no right to speak!" Rookwood interrupted him with a growl, and Edwin brushed the dust off his robe lightly:

"I'm not one to be intimidated by wands, Rookwood." She stood up with the help of a flower stand beside her, "I'll tell Professor Dumbledore or anyone else in Slytherin about your behavior, Let them know how restless and impulsive you are. Or you can use the Killing Curse, then I really can't speak ill of you, but you will also be sent to Azkaban."

There was a ferocious smile on Rookwood's face: "You know I'm the man of that adult, right?"

"So what?" Edwina asked back, "Will the Dark Lord come to save you?"

"You're a liar!" Rookwood's wand trembled slightly, and he repeated what he had just said, "Bitch! You don't deserve to live!"

"I don't deny this." Edwin folded his arms, "I approached you for another purpose, and you should have a hunch about it."

"Very good! Then give me back everything I gave you!" Rookwood spat at her, "Everything!"

"It's too late." Edwinla told him indifferently, "As you can imagine, I have already exchanged them for real money to pay off the debt."

"You—" Rookwood might want to insult her with the most vicious language in the world, but his education limited him, "You will pay the price! Just wait!"

Boom!

He slammed the door away.

Edwin pulled his eyes shut.She felt a small heat flow on her arm, which might be a wound from a tile.

"You..." Darren's hesitant voice sounded.

"Look," she felt two drops of warm tears running down her cheeks, "I'm not a good person."