[HP] If youth has an ageless face

Sylvia pulled her aside: "Rookwood and Regulus are familiar?"

Edwin pulled his peripheral vision across the corner: Rookwood was talking to Regulus, he didn't know what they were talking about, and the latter was exuding a high spirited aura.

"I don't know." Edwin clarified, "I don't know Rookwood well enough that he can tell me everything, okay?"

"Don't be like this." Sylvia smiled and turned her gaze back to her, "Rookwood is obsessed with you, and everyone knows it well."

"He's not my boyfriend yet." Edwin frowned and denied, "Why are you asking about Black? Have you taken a fancy to him?"

Sylvia's pursuit of Lucius Malfoy lasted for two full years, but nothing came of it.There was almost no one in Hogwarts who could not take a second look at Sylvia, but Malfoy was obviously not a greedy fool.He's actually quite sane, and there are rumors that the reason Malfoy is always "clean" is because he's planning to marry Black.With Bellatrix already married and Andromeda having a major scandal, Lucius' only future bride seems to be Narcissa: the haughty, self-righteous cold beauty.Although there has not been any official news from the two, this does not prevent everyone from filling the gaps in the story with imagination.

"It's not him." Sylvia took a sip of peach wine, her eyes still fixed on Regulus, "Actually, I'm more interested in his brother, but as you can see, maybe Regulus It's a better choice."

is it?

Edwin pulls back to take a sparkling drink from the waiter's tray, and at the same time she notices Slughorn stepping up to join the conversation between the two of them: "Honestly, I don't think Regulus will An innocent little sheep."

"He's easier to deal with than Lucius." Sylvia frowned annoyedly, "At least he's a young master who grew up in a greenhouse."

"Isn't Lucius?"

"His parents passed away a few years ago, and now he seems to be getting closer to the Dark Lord." Sylvia's words froze slightly, "Do you think it's a good thing or a bad thing to be closer to the Dark Lord?"

"That depends on what you think. After all, isn't Regulus also a loyal fan of the Dark Lord?"

Sylvia sighed.

"If that's something you're worried about, why don't you think about someone else?" Edwinra suggested, "like Greengrass or Knott."

"Oh no..." Sylvia sighed, "They're not good enough."

Objectively speaking, Sylvia does have the capital to be picky.Edwina could predict that in a few years she would grow into a beautiful woman with blond hair, blue eyes, red lips and big breasts, but it was too difficult to match up with a family like Malfoy or Blake just because of her beauty.

"Can I ask you to dance?"

Edwin turned around, and it was Greengrass she had just mentioned in front of her.

"If I were Rookwood, I wouldn't leave you alone to talk to others. Because there are countless people watching." Greengrass said tactfully, "So, the most beautiful lady tonight, Would you do me a favor and dance with me?"

Sylvia made a mocking sound unscrupulously.

Edwin felt a little embarrassed: "I—"

"You asked the wrong person, Greengrass." Luke Wood had already crossed the crowd and forced his way in front of them, "Edwinla is my female companion."

There was an aggressive tone in his tone, Sylvia's smile disappeared, she glanced at the two uneasily, Edwin pulled Lukewood's arm calmly: "Maybe next time you You can invite me earlier, Mr. Greengrass." She smiled at Rookwood and quickly changed the subject, "What did you and Regulus say?"

"It's nothing." Rookwood's expression was still a little displeased, but he didn't touch her face, "I'll dance this dance with you."

Greenglass has disappeared into the vast crowd with interest.

"No, the music here is too loud. I just wanted to go back and be quiet." Edwina refused. "Sylvia can accompany you for me. She just wants to take this opportunity to get to know more people."

Rookwood showed a hint of hesitation.

"You don't seriously think that I will agree to Greenglass' invitation next time, do you?" Edwina asked with a smile, "He didn't even have the guts to invite me."

"Of course I didn't." Luke Wood said, his expression slightly relaxed, "Thank you for accompanying me to the dance, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." Edwina deftly avoided Lukewood's embrace and a possible kiss, and she nodded to Sylvia, who gave her a quick wink of gratitude.

"Ah!" Not far from Slughorn's office, Edwin fell hard in the corridor.When she fell to the ground, she was very thankful that she persisted in not slipping in front of everyone-God knows how tortured these stiletto heels are!

"Are you okay?" A pair of hands quickly appeared in her sight, "Can you still stand up?"

Edwin raised his head, and what caught his eyes was a glittering prefect badge, and looking up, he saw a familiar face.

"Yes." She stood up with strength, but there was a faint tingling pain in her ankle, and she gasped, "My feet may be scratched." She said while lifting the hem of her skirt , and then she saw her ankles were bruised and purple.

"Can you walk?" asked the Ravenclaw prefect.

Edwin tried: "Yes, yes, but it hurts."

"Maybe some minor sprains and abrasions," he asked. "I can take you to the infirmary."

"Let's forget it, it's not a big problem." The Slytherin lounge was not far ahead, and Edwina didn't want to make a fuss, "Can we use white meat for this kind of wound?"

"In fact, applying the pulp of belladonna columbia to the affected area can really relieve the pain, because it has a certain anesthetic effect—uh, sorry." He blurted out a sentence, then stopped quickly, and blushed slightly, "use white Fresh is actually enough.”

"I guess," Edwina couldn't help laughing, "You like herbal medicine very much, don't you?"

"Probably." The prefect said vaguely, "Well, since you don't need my help, I'll—"

"I can't walk back to the Slytherin lounge like this," Edwinra reminded, "I need someone to help me."

"Oh...yes," he muttered, taking out his wand and flicking it in the air, "here, here you are."

Edwin pulled the pretty crutch, and was a little bit dumbfounded: "What's your name?"

"Darren. Darren Zabini."

"You just became a prefect this year, right? Then what grade have you been in? Fifth grade?"

"Ah."

"I don't think I've seen you in school before." Edwin pulled deliberately to tease him, "You Ravenclaw students always like to study in your room."

"Yes, our college values ​​wisdom very much." Darren replied seriously, "But I spend more time in the greenhouse."

"So tonight happens to be your patrol time?"

"No. I just want to take a walk in the castle and think about some problems."

"what is the problem?"

"What would happen if you transplanted tiaotiao roots onto patwood."

Edwina said seriously: "Is this a bad joke?"

"This is an idea to be practiced. On page 340 of "A Thousand Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms", the author mentions this hypothesis in a footnote."

If Constance hadn't run away from home, Edwin would really like to ask her who Darren is. "Why didn't you go to Slughorn's slug party, Darren?"

"The music is too loud." Darren curtly throws out an unexpected answer. "Okay, you're here. My mission is done."

Seeing his serious look, Edwin could not help but regret for the first time the close distance between the Slytherin lounge and Slughorn's office.

"Okay," she shrugged, "I'll see you then, Mr. Zabini."