HP the Age of Roses (Original Work Directed to a Long Series)

——Please allow me to send you the rosy dawn of Toulouse. The campus has turned to war, generations of grandchildren, original characters, semi-fictional. It tells the story of a politician, a spy, and a military strategist. CP is all from the original work The deeply hidden Dehe (a heart-breaking story that has not yet come to fruition) Nineteen years after The Lion and the Viper Harry Blaise Theodore x Daphne (I want your heart for D-Day) Scorpius Albus Andre Varisiev x Daria (Last Tango in Paris) Tear Point Contracting Hermione x Draco (the eternal flaxen-haired girl) Hermione x Ron (will you be my queen?) Draco x Astoria (I will die, you will live well) PS Professor Fan Welfare ————————Digest—————— "The Girl with Flax Hair?" Draco walked over and asked, squinting his beautiful phoenix eyes. "Yes, Dad." Draco waved his hand, signaling for Scorpius to continue playing. He sat on the coral sofa nearby and closed his eyes. From the first note, he seemed to have fallen into a huge black hole. The black hole of memory. The late summer wind made people's hearts feel warm. Draco felt his neck was extremely itchy. When he opened his eyes, he saw a piece of green grass. It was a summer afternoon at Hogwarts, and there were not many people on the muggy grass. Draco stood up in a daze and patted the grass clippings on the wizard's robes. The lake is sparkling with golden light, which is really beautiful. But Draco didn't care about that. He sat on a bench by the lake. The shade of the trees just covered him, and also covered a girl on the other side of the bench. Her hair was messed up by the wind, and the loose wizard robe was like lips that were hesitating to speak, opening and closing, closing and opening again. She seems to be reading a Muggle book. Who is it? Dickens? Aristotle? Maybe it was Maupassant. He seemed to suddenly fly up, and his perspective slowly increased to a bird's-eye view. He chased the wind and flew to her, and saw her reading the book and muttering with tears in her eyes - "It was the night that revealed the secret in my heart... Handsome Montague, please don't regard my promise as shameless frivolity!" His body flew upwards uncontrollably, watching her gradually blur. A burst of air-conditioning woke him up, and he rubbed his numb hands. In the dark library, on the long table far away, there was a girl copying notes alone with a lamp on. He stood up and wanted to walk towards her, but found that he was walking further and further away... Until the lamp became a blurry point of light. With a jolt, he found himself awake on a chair in the conference hall. On the stage, she was delivering the inaugural speech as Minister of Magic. He was less than ten meters away from her and could clearly see her brooch, gestures, and familiar facial features. He kept switching between these three dreams until his eyes burst into tears. Finally he understood that they had never been from the same world.