[HP] Leader's Exclusive Rose

""It's a pity there are no roses—they say it hasn't bloomed here for a long time. "

"You'll be there when you go."

There were only the two of them in the room, and Rosalind leaned her elbow on the table, holding her wand in her right hand.

Cedric stood in front of her, his gray eyes tenderly watching his fiancée in front of him.

"Call God to protect you." Lightly tap the wand, and a cloud of silver-white gas gradually materializes from the top of the alder wand—it is a beautiful and gentle unicorn.

The summoned patron saint rubbed Rosalind's slightly raised left hand with his head affectionately, and then circled around Cedric again, turning into a little bit of starlight when he approached him.

"You are my pride." Rosalind said slowly but firmly, "Merlin knows how charming you are when you are serious."

"Really?" The brown-haired boy slightly raised the corner of his mouth, "I'm afraid that I may disappoint you by doing too badly."

The girl shook her head: "No, you will always be the best one in my heart." Then she raised her head and looked around: "The last time you brought me here, you still proposed to me."

"Well——" Cedric nodded, and approached her again: "When do you want to marry me?"

Rosalind was caught breathless by his question: "When do you want to marry me?"

"Of course, what I think in my heart is that the sooner the better—" the boy raised his eyebrows, "I originally wanted to marry you as soon as I graduated, so I locked you in early."

Rosalind blushed a little, and raised her hand to climb Cedric's neck: "How about you marry me when everything settles down? I want to marry you without any worries and worries—the kind without any worries .”

"This really gave me one more reason to hate Voldemort." Cedric gently hugged her to the table, clasping his hands on her waist respectively: "When everything is over, I will definitely do my best to give you A most beautiful wedding."

Their lips touched, and Rosalind pressed his forehead against his forehead in the intertwined breath: "It's a deal."

In the next two weeks, Cedric found Umbridge much more pleasing to the eye: even if he had to endure her horrible beady eyes and that false mask-like smile every time he went to class.The DA, which he and Rosalind both joined, was fighting against her right under her nose, doing things that both she and the Ministry of Magic feared.

Although the DA's weekly meeting cannot be fixed at a specific time, which also reduces their risk of being watched by others, Rosalind and Hermione came up with a very clever way to notify all members of the next meeting. Time, after all, when there is a temporary change, people from different colleges frequently walk through the auditorium to talk, which is easy to attract suspicion.

At the end of the fourth session, the two of them sent each DA member a fake gold galleon: "Do you see the numbers on the edge of the coin?" The coin glowed golden in the light of lights and torches "As we know, on the real Galleon it's just a serial number representing the goblin who minted this coin, but the number on the fake Galleon that Hermione and I just sent you will change—then It’s the time for the next rally. When the time changes due to special circumstances, the coin will heat up, and you can feel it as long as you put it in your pocket.”

"But how can you guarantee that the time on the coin is correct?" Terry Boot looked suspicious.

"You don't have to worry about that—" Rosalind had a confident smile on her face, "I cast a changing spell on it, and if Seid and Harry confirm the time for the next meeting, they will change the numbers on their coins , and our coin will do the same with it.”

"No wonder—after all, you have to prepare for the NEWTs exam, right?" Terry tossed and caught the coin: "This is indeed a very good idea! How did you come up with this?"

Rosalind glanced at Hermione who was not far away: "You have to ask Hermione about this, she is the one who came up with this wonderful solution."

Hermione's cheeks were slightly hot after hearing this, she tried her best to appear modest, Rosalind took the opportunity to continue: "But it's getting late now, we should go back quickly, so as not to be seen by Umbridge and Filch. "

She knew Hermione's inspiration - the Death Eater's scars.When Voldemort touched one of them, all the Death Eaters' scars ached, and they knew it was time to go to him.

But obviously this is not suitable for speaking in public.

As the first Quidditch game of the season, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, approached, the DA assembly was suspended as Angelina insisted on practicing almost every day.Since the Quidditch Cup has not been played for a long time, people's interest and enthusiasm for this game have increased.

Ron has been very nervous since he became a goalkeeper. The stormy October ended in a hurry, and the freezing November came quietly.

On the morning of November 11, Cedric kissed her on the forehead after she went out. This was their daily good morning kiss after they were together: "Happy birthday, dear." After speaking, he took out a Blue gift box.

After taking it, Rosalind gently tore off the ribbon: "This is?"

Inside the velvet box lay a rather luxurious necklace, with a silver rose hanging in the middle.

"Diamond necklace—" Cedric looked at his fiancée in front of him, with stars flowing in his gray eyes, "maybe this is also part of the apology for the safety clasp?"

Rosalind raised her chin, a little arrogantly: "And you, you have to make my apology. Otherwise, I will be at a big loss!"

"I have always belonged to you," Cedric said tenderly, "whether it is body or soul, they are all yours."

"Help me put it on." Rosalind took out the necklace with a smile on her lips.

"Okay." Cedric took it from her, and carefully tied the necklace around her neck where her hair was raised.

The young man looked at the exposed section of white tenderness and resisted the urge to dye it with purple or red color, and after sighing a little unwillingly, he rested his chin on her shoulder: "Mrs. Diggory~ "

"Huh?" Rosalind tilted her head, her warm breath made her itchy.

Cedric held her tightly in his arms from behind: "Rosa, my Rosa."

"Pfft—" the girl chuckled, "Well, your Rosa."

After entering November, every morning is covered with a layer of frost, and the icy wind cuts hands and cheeks.Both the sky and the ceiling of the auditorium turned a light blue-gray, which reminded Rosalind of a pair of eyes, the eyes of that blond boy.

The mountains around Hogwarts also wore snow caps, and the temperature in the castle dropped a lot. When resting in the corridor between classes, many students wore thick dragon leather gloves.

Cedric would check whether his little Rose was wearing a scarf every day before going out, and then cast a warm spell on her intimately.

It was a bright and cold morning on the day of the match, and Luna made a hat in the shape of a lion's head, which she wore precariously on her head: she supported Gryffindor.

When she tapped the hat with her wand, it opened its mouth wide and let out a realistic roar that startled everyone around.

Rosalind is not very keen on Quidditch, but besides watching Cedric play, she is also willing to watch the game with him.

But today's game did not make people feel so happy:

A song mocking Ron was being sung in the stands on the Slytherin side, and Harry was injured in the lower back by a Bludger hit by Crabbe when he caught the Golden Snitch.

Finally in the chaos, Harry and George wrestle Draco together.

When the two irascible lion cubs were brought to their dean's office for a lecture, Umbridge also took her "No. George played Quidditch again.

When the pink lady walked out of McGonagall's office with an air of extreme satisfaction, there was only a terrifying silence left.

Rosalind took Cedric to the medical wing to see Draco.Harry and George acted very hard, because Draco's words were too much - he always liked to mock the origin of the Weasley family, and at the same time chose to marry the Weasley family when Harry refused his overtures. It's very embarrassing to be together.

Draco didn't say anything when he saw her, and Rosalind didn't mention Harry and the others, so he could only pay attention to his wounds first: "Listen to Madam Pomfrey obediently, in the future, alas... I'd better try my best in the future Be quick with your tongue, young master."

"Hmph - Weasley is an idiot!" Draco pulled the wound on the corner of his mouth again, and he gasped on the spot because of the pain.

Rosalind was also a little powerless: "Didn't you promise me not to make fun of other people's backgrounds in the future?"

"...I never called that nutria mudblood again." Draco was silent for a long time, then raised his head to look at her again, with no emotion discernible in his blue-gray eyes: "Thank you for still being willing to visit me in the hospital wing .”

After Cedric entered the medical wing, he has been standing quietly beside Rosalind. Every time she came to see Draco, although he felt a little awkward in his heart, Rosalind would always ask his opinion first. ——He never rejected her, but he had to admit that Rosalind's way of considering his feelings first made him feel very useful.

To say that the only thing that made Harry feel relieved today was that Hagrid was back.

That night when he saw Hagrid's name on the Marauder's Map, he hurriedly took Ron, who was depressed because of the game, and Hermione, who was worried about the house-elves, out of the portrait hole in an invisibility cloak, and walked carefully. Down many stairs, and tiptoeing through the hall, to the quiet snow.

Looking at the small golden light in front of him and the green smoke curling from Hagrid's chimney, Harry and his other two companions walked excitedly through the snow to the wooden door. Harry raised his hand and knocked three times, and a dog barking inside.

Reunited after a long absence, Hagrid's hair was messy and even had blood clots on it.His left eye was swollen and slit, blue and purple.His face and hands were covered with bruises, some of which were still bleeding.

Under Hermione's insinuation, Hagrid told them that Dumbledore asked him and Maxim to go to the giant to negotiate against Voldemort.But before he could tell them what had happened during this time, Umbridge entered in her green tweed cloak and a hat of the same color with flaps.

She looked around the room first, but couldn't find Harry and the others—then she started to play Hagrid's words, and Hermione firmly believed that Hagrid would be forcibly fired by her just like Trelawney.