[HP] In love with a Cedric

It's a perfect Thursday afternoon for all.

Dumbledore owls the invitation and the password for the office:

"Dear Miss Ann Lin

Regarding your point of view in Charms, when Professor Flitwick chatted with me today

I mentioned that, like him, I am very curious about this point of view.

If possible, I would like you to visit my office this afternoon.

Albus Dumbledore

Another thing. I like sweet licorice poker candy very much recently. "

Lin An walked in with ease, looking at this huge room, with mixed feelings in his heart.

She deliberately discussed something different with Professor Flitwick today, hoping to attract Dumbledore's attention.

Now it seems... she succeeded.

She really needs Dumbledore's help.

In the silent room, a familiar voice sounded——

"Oh, An Lin, what a clever little head."

Lin An heard the sound and looked up at the sorting hat on the shelf. The hat body was as old as five years ago, and there were even a few more patches...

Dumbledore's headmaster's office, as always, is in keeping with his taste, such as - putting this annoying hat in a conspicuous place, only he can do it.

Very late for Dumbledore too.

She tried to ignore the constant nagging of the Sorting Hat and focus on other things.

But Lin An underestimated the loneliness of the Sorting Hat. After all, he couldn't say much in a year, and he was probably suffocated.

"I still can't figure it out, you have so many things in your mind, why do you come to Hogwarts again?" The hat chattered endlessly: "I think you are a reborn? Or a witch who goes back in time, There's no need to come to Hogwarts, it's unimaginable, oh, unimaginable, you have such a bright little brain when you first enter..."

"Be quiet, hat." Lin An threatened viciously: "Otherwise I can seal your hat mouth forever."

If I hadn't forgotten that your damn hat can read my brain, I'd be doing my Occlumency well before school!

"Oh, what an impolite little eagle..." Hat muttered a few words, but closed his mouth obediently.

Lin An raised his head and looked at the tall bookshelves, stacked one upon another, only the light of the candle kept jumping.The portraits on the wall are half asleep and half whispering.

The lighting of Hogwarts is really comparable to that of Azkaban.Lin An shook his head, trying to get rid of this sudden thought quickly.

But I heard a greeting coming from the door: "Oh, good afternoon, Miss Lin."

It's Dumbledore.

"Hello, Professor Dumbledore." Lin An smiled at him, staring intently at his wise blue eyes under the lens.

"Please sit down, Miss Lin, please sit down." He pointed to the comfortable chair in front of the table, while dragging his long robe, he slowly sat opposite her.

Lin An knew what Dumbledore asked her to do.

So she didn't intend to make a fool of herself, and asked directly: "You want to ask me about the remarks in the Charms class?"

Dumbledore smiled and made a "please" gesture to her, and said directly: "Yes, Miss Lin, I am very, very interested in your point of view. I even heard rumors that you got Ravenclaw's diadem, of course, I know that's a joke. So - please tell me."

A strange atmosphere of equality spread between the two.

"The wand is not everything, Mr. Dumbledore." She propped up her chin, and looked straight into the old man's blue eyes without fear: "If every wizard can be recognized by his extraordinary ability before he owns a wand, Excavation, then does it mean that a wizard without a wand is also a wizard?"

Dumbledore nodded approvingly.

"So in view of the different branches, we also have reason to believe in all the different kinds of magic in this world. For example——curse and witchcraft from the East..."

A piece of thin yellow talisman paper was lifted into the air by Lin An, floating above Dumbledore and her head.Then with a sound of swiping, under the gaze of the two, it burned into a gorgeous fire bird.

The firebird uttered a song like a phoenix, hovered for a moment, and vanished into nothingness.

"It's wonderful, Miss Lin, it's very wonderful." Dumbledore followed the bird with his eyes and praised repeatedly.

Lin An smiled: "The making of this kind of spell is much more complicated than casting magic, sir. So under the same conditions, I will choose to use a magic wand, if possible."

"But sir, do you believe my point of view? Some things we can't do with magic can be done in other ways."

Those magnificent black eyes stared at Dumbledore, speaking every word with great solemnity.

"Is this how Miss Lin travels through time and space?" Dumbledore leaned back slightly and asked with a frown.

Quite a novel witchcraft indeed, he thought, and convincingly demonstrated.

Lin An smiled, smiling happily, shook his head, but did not answer.Instead it raises another question: "Do you know where it would be most helpful to think deeper and further?"

She didn't give Dumbledore a chance to answer, she took the question by herself and said, "In prison."

This is a very incoherent question and answer.

The end of Lin An's speech trembled slightly, carrying endless mystery and weirdness.

"What you call time travel is impossible." The seaweed-like long hair swayed along her body: "I prefer to call it..."

With slender fingers propped on the table, Lin An leaned forward and spit out a few syllables——

"Rebirth."

Her voice was so soft that only the two of them could hear it.

The long silence slowly permeated, and the stone building seemed even more gloomy and cold.

Until Dumbledore broke the silence, his hoarse voice was full of helplessness and sigh: "You are not a child anymore, are you, Miss Lin."

The portraits of the headmasters on the wall didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end, they just chewed the roots of their ears very, very carefully, for fear of being heard by the two of them.

Lin An was as helpless as he was, shook his head, and smiled ironically: "Not anymore, sir."

"I want to stop death, but I can't, I don't know how." She sat back on the chair, kneading her temple with her right hand: "I don't want to sell my own, or someone else's soul, no one can Can help me."

She leaned back slightly, sighed and said:

"I know a lot of black magic, but I can't bear him to become a half-human, half-ghost monster. I can't bear to see him no longer dazzling, and I don't want to see him disappointed."

"Sir, I am carrying a lot of pain, I know you are even afraid that I will become the next mysterious person, but..." A wry smile appeared on her pale face: "I don't have his ambition, sir ,Don't worry......"

Dumbledore listened and handed her a box of candy comfortingly: "Zizi honey candy, try it. Miss Lin, this will be useful"

The sunlight could not reach the seat where Lin An was sitting.

She leaned her arms on the arm of the chair and rested her head on her palm.The body is very relaxed, but it is indescribably deep.

Dumbledore did not expect such a fifth grader.In fact, he was even willing to believe that Lin An had found Ravenclaw's crown, but he didn't expect it to be more complicated than he imagined.

She seemed to have hidden her dazzling light in the black flannelette for the past five years, and only lifted it up today, allowing this black diamond to shine brightly.

"Tell me, Miss Lin, why me and why now." He said sincerely.

Lin An twirled a honey candy, raised his eyes to meet Dumbledore's, and stared at Dumbledore intently, as if to determine whether he was reliable.

He tried to convey a sentiment of encouragement.

"It's too late, Mr. Dumbledore... If I don't say anything else, it will be too late. Only you can help me, sir, please, trust me." She had planned for today's showdown, but she didn't expect that she could have nothing Trust Dumbledore with reservations.

Even begging him to believe in himself.

"The Triwizard Tournament, sir, something extremely dangerous is going to happen."

Dumbledore also seemed to be brooding over everything he had heard.

"I have indeed received some incidents that may happen in the near future, Ms. Lin, but I am not sure about the seriousness of these incidents." He answered carefully, and said softly under the beard, as if he was still pondering : "But I believe you, Miss Lin, I believe you will find me for a reason."

The sky is getting late, and the summer days are getting longer, but it still can't keep the sun from moving every minute.

A ray of orange light shone on Lin An's eyebrows and lowered his trembling eyelashes, making his black eyes somewhat transparent.A tear broke free from her eye socket and shattered on her hand.

She seemed to be surprised to see that drop of tears, and just looked at it for a long time, not knowing what she was thinking.

"I think I should go, Principal Dumbledore." Lin An stood up as if jumping, and the black school uniform cloak blew a gust of cold wind that smelled like narcissus.

"Yes, Miss Lin, your friend must be waiting too." Dumbledore also stood up and sent her to the stairs. Before the stone door was closed, he solemnly promised Lin An: "I will try my best to help you." of."

"Thank you, sir." She nodded gratefully, turned and went upstairs.

The author has something to say: how to explain it?

First, it is impossible for Lin An not to let him participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

Second, his participation is basically mortal.

Because Cedric will undoubtedly become a warrior, it cannot be said that he is not allowed to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, because no one except Lin An knows that Cedric will die. (Voldemort was completely unexpected)

Then Cedric will definitely participate in the last level, which means that he will still die repeatedly.He wouldn't die if he was prevented from touching the trophy, but as a capable Hufflepuff warrior, he would surely still touch the trophy with Harry and be passed to the graveyard.

In the cemetery, it is impossible for him to fight against Avada and eat big melons...

So for Lin An now, Cedric is a dead end, otherwise she wouldn't be so troubled.