[HP] In love with a Cedric

"Congratulations! Cedric!"

Every time Lin An heard these words resounding in the campus, his whole body felt as cold as if he had been soaked in a black lake for 100 years.

I don't want you to be a warrior, her heart screamed.

But Seid was happy, happier than ever.

There are more crowds around him.

Lin An even felt Cedric's helplessness, but she couldn't do anything.It was like every time Cedric tried to talk to her, he would be quickly entangled by a large group of congratulatory people, which could not be changed.

Every time she would take a few steps first, then turn around and wave goodbye to him.

But he never sees it, because there are always so many people around him.

Perhaps, this is fate.

She even began to doubt whether she could change the tragedy that would happen to Cedric.

No one noticed that Lin An was too weak and tired now, probably because Ravenclaw's dormitory paid more attention to personal privacy than any college.So everyone's brief contact every day can't be seen by others.

She will not be discovered by others, she spends every day and night studying obscure oriental books.

Lin An still likes the atrium very much, it reminds her of Cedric when the sun is shining here.But those sunshine always make her look like she will be soaring in the sun in the next second.

Of course, regular conversations with Dumbledore are also very necessary.

"Death is inevitable, I'm serious, but I don't want to die, or I don't want Cedric to die." Lin An paced in front of Dumbledore.

The main reason why what she said didn't match the rest of the words was that her theory was overturned again.

The headmaster's room was so quiet that only her footsteps could be heard, while Dumbledore watched her gently.

"What if I can imprison my soul in my body? Is it possible, Mr. Dumbledore?" Lin An nervously bit her nails until she realized what she was doing.

Dumbledore pondered for a moment: "I think you should believe in Mr. Diggory, or believe that our three schools will ensure that their warriors are not in danger."

Lin An started pacing again, she clenched her fists excitedly: "But last time - no one did it, no one!"

She suddenly thought of something, and walked quickly in front of Dumbledore: "I want to go back to the old house as soon as possible, Mr. Dumbledore, there are many books left by my great-grandfather that I haven't read yet, I think they will definitely Very useful."

Dumbledore took her on a perfect Floo trip.

The secret room on the fourth floor of the Lin family's old house is large and full.

It has countless bookshelves towering into the roof, a dark environment and the unique aroma of books.

The ball of light led Dumbledore and Lin An to the depths like a guide.

Dumbledore walked a step behind her, walking unhurriedly: "Ah... it is indeed the study of the Lin family, thank you, Ann, I have never been here before."

"I don't think you know my great-grandfather." Lin An replied dryly.

Dumbledore smiled, noncommittal.

Before anyone noticed the disappearance of the principal and the sixth graders, they quickly found the bookshelf marked with the label: "Extreme Danger and Uncertainty".

There were so few books that Lin An frowned extremely uneasy and said, "I think...there are only a dozen or so books about life and death."

She couldn't untie her brows, and walked around unwillingly, only to find that other books were even more irrelevant.

Is it true that we can only pin our hopes on these few books?

"Put them in your schoolbag, Ann, I think we should go back." Dumbledore looked at his gorgeous pocket watch, and led Ann back to the Chinese fireplace.

He sprinkled a handful of Floo powder like a gentleman, and his snow-white beard was almost burned by the raging flames: "Please first."

Lin An hugged his schoolbag tightly, and stepped in without hesitation: "Dumbledore's office!"

It was still dusk on the campus, Dumbledore watched her off as usual, and suddenly said, "Ann, I think you can ask the ghosts in the school. Ms. Gray in your college will be happy to answer your questions. "

This is a good suggestion, Lin An felt sincerely for the first time.

"Thank you, sir."

She walked lightly through the hallway, with a bright smile on her face that she had never seen before.

The fragrance of narcissus brushed over everyone who passed her, attracting involuntary glances.

The beautiful girl was running with a black schoolbag in her arms, as if rushing to some promise.

The warm yellow sunshine in the afternoon fell on her little by little, on her crow-blue eyelashes, between her ruddy lips...

Cedric was joking with a group of Hufflepuffs on the stone bench, when he accidentally saw that rare and lively figure.

She was far more brilliant than Xia Hua, and she took away his words in an instant.

Even until Lin An disappeared around the corner, he didn't find his voice.

Only those who have no courage to go to death will become ghosts.

Lin An was wearing thin white pajamas, pacing in the quiet and deserted common room in the middle of the night.

She can indeed be said to have "died" once, but that death, she just followed the white light after a short period of darkness, and returned to her immature 11-year-old...

Only.

She pinned her last hope on the books in the dormitory.

Of course, if going down is death, and walking back is a ghost, then never leaving, can you come back to life again?

Lin An climbed onto the four-poster bed with joy, trying to get rid of the bad thoughts that flashed through his mind——

"Will I accidentally be the next Moaning Myrtle" fell out.

Unfortunately, she was soon discouraged and discouraged.

The empty room echoed with the sound of books being thrown and bouncing off the walls.

"Oh!"

It was rare for Lin An to wear light-colored clothes.That white nightgown made her look like a dove wrapped in blue and bronze—a surprisingly irascible kind.

Twelve books, five of which are already talking about various strange methods of catching monsters or ghosts, and four of which are discussing disgusting combinations of poisons and bugs, putting them in people's bodies so that they will... control.

Of the other three, including the one that discussed the living dead that was thrown out just now, there are only two left.

Lin An doesn't speak Chinese, but she knows these obscure characters, although they are esoteric and dangerous for a young woman.

But this is her only way, pinning her hopes on these... seemingly useless heresy.

"Fixed Soul" and "Called Soul"

In the middle of the night, in the quiet breeze of the tower, the moonlight shone on Lin An.She breathed a little heavier, and touched the covers of the two books with almost unimaginable ecstasy.

An uncontrollable cough slipped out of her throat intermittently, and the cool night breeze could easily make the weak body who had stayed up late for a long time sick.

And she was keenly aware of the high heat emanating from her body.

Lin An didn't want to waste precious time lying in the medical wing, at least not now.So she straightened up and cast a simple and effective warming spell on herself.

How warm, like Cedric's hand, like a fireplace in winter...

Lin An lost his balance in the next second.

She fell lightly on the carpet of the Ravenclaw tower, and passed out in a very beautiful position in her own small room.

The surrounding dark blue is like water, the cold tide, and the silent starry sky.Little by little it pressed down on the white dove on the ground,

And she held the two fragile ancient books in a daze, and let out a relieved laugh.

Because of the high fever, she couldn't tell where the deep color was.Lin An seemed to really believe that he was lying in a cell in Azkaban, wrapped in his own blood...

She held the placket of her chest with her pale hands, panting heavily.It's like drowning, struggling in a thick blood, but can't get relief no matter what.

The author has something to say: So the popularity is also very tiring!

By the way, this is really a short story, there won't be many details~