[HP] Leader's Exclusive Rose

Forget me, remember me.

Forget me, remember me.

Opening her eyes the next day, Rosalind grabbed her wand and cast a Levitation Charm—but nothing happened.

There was a turbulent sea in her heart, but her face was calm and calm with all her efforts.

The morning was Snape's Potions class, and today he asked the students to make tranquilizers alone.Rosalind looked at the cauldron on the table, which was bubbling and bubbling, and she was relieved in her heart - at least there was no change in potions class.

"Miss Shen, I assume you know the difference between green and orange," Snape's voice suddenly came from above her head, "if your brain is not eaten by trolls, please tell me that the spiral green How did the mist turn into this failed pot of orange poison steaming with yellow mist because of your stirring—why, can’t you make the correct tranquilizer by yourself?”

"Sorry Professor Snape, I, I'll do it again." Rosalind couldn't hear her own voice for a moment, Snape snorted coldly and walked away, Cedric watched her back behind her, It seemed that she was trembling.

She was indeed trembling - not only did she not see the green mist, she didn't even see the yellow mist and the orange potion in Snape's mouth.

All she could see was a pot of dark gray thick liquid.

Looking beyond her own cauldron, she cast her eyes on the potion her friend had made beside her—again, a dark gray thick liquid.

Snape took away the potion she made and didn't ask her to make another one, but only asked her to hand in a five-page parchment paper.

After packing up the textbooks, Rosalind followed the crowd out of the classroom in a numb manner as if she had been cast with the Imperius Curse—she held Cedric's hand, as if she was holding the only hope left in this world.

"Did you hide something from me?" Cedric took her to the Black Lake. The last time they walked like this was more than a month ago.

"No—" the girl shook her head in denial, "What can I hide from you?"

"Except for the safety buckle, which blocked the Avada Kedavra for me," Cedric looked into her eyes: "I don't mean to believe you, but you tell me the truth-it really is Is it only the safety buckle that works?"

"...Of course." Rosalind looked back at him, "My performance in Potions class has always been poor, and you know it."

"Aren't you affected by this?" It was rare for the boy to look at her with a trace of distrust in his eyes, but what happened in the past two days really made him suspicious.

The corners of Rosalind's mouth raised upwards: "If something happens to me, I definitely won't be able to stand in front of you now."

After staring at her in silence for a while, Cedric still didn't intend to believe her - no wonder he, although he knew that the most important thing between a partner was mutual trust, but now he always had the illusion of being forced out of it.

He decided to ask Madam Pomfrey later - this little thing refused to tell him, so he would find the answer himself.

Madam Pomfrey also said that she was overly worried, because Rosalind had begged her not to tell Cedric or any of her friends about the backlash.

"Perhaps," Madam Pomfrey looked at the disappointment in his turn, making an uncharacteristic decision, "you could ask Headmaster Dumbledore—I mean, he might know something, because He also treated Miss Shen. But he may not know, you can understand what I mean, right?"

The young man was startled when he heard the words, and then nodded, "Thank you Madam Pomfrey, I understand."

Sure enough, he guessed right, his fiancée really hid something from him.

The last time he entered Dumbledore's office was because of the Triwizard Tournament, but this time he came, unfortunately, Dumbledore was not there.

Throughout the afternoon, they tacitly did not talk about this topic again, and Rosalind was very grateful: there was only one history of magic class in the afternoon, and no wand was needed-she always felt that Cedric had already guessed something , but she didn't dare to ask insincerely, otherwise she would add a hint of "there is no silver 300 taels here" for nothing, and it would really run counter to the choice she had almost made in her heart.

The prefects conduct daily patrol inspections, and today is a cloudy day - the stars and the moon cannot be seen up, only the two oil lamps in their hands emit a warm orange soft light.

After thinking for a long time, Rosalind decided to struggle one last time:

The girl blew out the lamp in her hand, and turned to look at her lover beside her: "Don't use the oil lamp, can you use a lighting spell? I think that's more romantic." Rosalind tugged at his schoolboy. Robe, as if she was acting like a baby with him.

Cedric didn't really understand why it would be more romantic to use the Illuminating Charm, but since she wanted to do it, then let her do it.

"Fluorescence flickering." The boy's voice came softly from above her head, but Rosalind's vision did not change, only the lamp in the boy's hand exuded a faint warm yellow halo.

"Let's go..." Raising her arms stiffly, Rosalind saw the boy blow out the candle inside—she was plunged into darkness at once, and Cedric felt her suddenly hold his hand tightly, There was also a hint of surprise on his face.

He knew that she was afraid of the dark, so he lowered the wand as if holding a white lamp in his hand.He deliberately made the light brighter when he cast the spell, but Rosalind's reaction always gave him the feeling that she was afraid.

Rosalind tried her best not to cry at the moment when the oil lamp went out. She couldn't see it, but it didn't mean Cedric couldn't see it.

She walked very slowly, and could only follow the boy's footsteps in the dark. She felt that this was the longest journey she had ever traveled in her life.

With a stiff smile, Rosalind tried her best to make her voice sound the same: "I'll go in first...good night."

"What's the matter?" Cedric looked at her through the light on the tip of the wand, but the girl quickly lowered her head and walked to her bedroom.

"I'm a little sleepy, good night, dear." She opened the door without even waiting for his response.

Cedric felt that something was wrong with her, but he had no choice but to go back to his room at the moment.

She has almost no magical power now - the consequences of the backlash of the secret technique are indeed still great, but Rosalind does not regret it, because at least Cedric is still alive.

He's fine.

Rosalind thought it would take a long time for her to accept the fact that she had lost her magic power. After all, the things that had been with her since she was a child were about to bottom out in less than four days. The normal reaction was to show Crashed.

The girl was sitting on the bed, and the roses on the bedside table were still in bloom, which was normal, after all, Cedric cast the fresh-keeping spell on it, and she really didn't think about it at all, even if she regretted it from the beginning. Tell her it will be the price, and she will hesitate for a few seconds at most before casting the spell on it.

It was all worth it because it was Cedric Diggory.

The engagement ring on the left middle finger is full of beautiful red light, like a drop of red tears from a red rose.

A piece of the pillow was wet - Rosalind thought somewhat unwillingly: If only she could be given a little more time, or Merlin could allow her to cast another spell.

The girl closed her eyes, but two lines of sourness still slipped from the corners of her eyes—was she casting the forgetfulness spell?

But can she really erase the memory of her in his mind with her own hands?She didn't doubt Cedric's feelings for her. His love for her was not only reflected in the words out of the honey jar, but also in his gentleness day after day.

Rosalind felt her heart start to ache again, but this time it might really not be blamed on the backlash of the spell:

She is not a saint, she doesn't want her existence of more than ten years to be erased by a spell, she can't let him grow old with other girls generously.

She not only wanted him to forget herself, but also hoped that he could always remember herself.

Cedric didn't have the habit of staying in bed, and he usually knocked on her door to wake her up after waking up in the morning.Rosalind didn't know when she fell asleep last night, or she didn't fall asleep completely - she had already tidied up in the room, even applied cold compresses around her eyes, and there were not many signs of crying .

Hearing the familiar knock on the door, Rosalind got up and walked out of her prefect's room. Cedric was sitting on the wicker chair beside her, waiting for her.Seeing her push the door out so quickly, a flash of surprise flashed in Cedric's eyes: "Good morning, Rosa." Then he smiled: "Woke up so early today? "

"Well, good morning, Seid." Rosalind's dark brown eyes stared at him closely, and her thin lips parted slightly: "I love you."

"I know," Cedric noticed something strange, stood up from the wicker chair and walked towards her: "I love you too."

"No one loves you as much as I do, really." Rosalind took his arm, and as usual made a gesture to pull him to the auditorium for breakfast: "Can you call me Mrs. Diggory again? My dear Diggory." Mr Gorey."

"Lady Diggory," Cedric held her face in his hands, his tone full of seriousness and indisputability, "I will only have you as a wife in this life, so if you encounter any difficulties, be sure to tell me— — we face it together.”

"Well, I see." The girl looked at the gray sea of ​​stars and almost couldn't help telling him, almost.

But how should I speak——

I long for someone who loves my bright smile and my young body;

But I would rather have someone who loves my haggard, slack wrinkles.

"I really love you, Seid." Rosalind reached out to cover his hand holding her face: "Really, I love you so much."

Cedric suddenly felt a chill and loneliness rise from the bottom of his heart: "You won't leave me, will you?"

Rosalind didn't give him any response, and Cedric didn't let go.

"Of course." His fiancée said softly.

You lied to me once, so this time we're even.