HP: Informal Confession

[HP 1v1 HE Non-Redemption Snake Yard] (Demining: original heroine, pure love Riddle, degradation or salvation?, Dark Lord Fang Sheng, micro mental illness bias, Snake Yard bias towards micro group portraits) Can the swamps of the abyss produce flowers of death? It will be more corrosive than sin, redder than blood, and deeper into the soul and marrow than all slaughter. And we don't need to be saved. Or maybe we belong to the darkest and dirty corner of the world, but the world will eventually surrender at our feet. "What do you think, Riddle." The heads of losers are piled up into steps, and only one person has stood at the top since ancient times - but not now. "It's just a pity..." The man raised his eyes, his eyes were a brighter red than before, "I still don't understand that kind of ethereal emotion." "But I can give you what you want most." The magical world can be the laurel crown on your head. I use all my wealth to weave the most luxurious dress for you. The hearts of countless people who want to get it and kill them just make ripples for you. (Elementary school student writing, ooc, count me in, all awesome settings belong to Rowling, I wish everyone a happy reading) - I am the only variable in all destiny, I am the most beautiful poppy in the ruins, and I am also one of the two fangs of the snake. So what do you think we are. Is it the same kind of people who are also living in the mud, the thorns that can entrust their souls, or the judge who is regarded as a god by his followers? Riddle, your lie is too clumsy. Because I saw it, the informal confession every time our eyes met.