An Lingrong: In this life, I don't want to make fragrance for anyone anymore.
Hogwarts: We need you in Potions.
An Lingrong: In this life, I don't want to sing anymore.
Forbidden Forest: The basilisk is on the rampage.
An Lingrong: In this life, I don't want to dance on the ice anymore.
Death Eaters besieged the city.
An Lingrong:......
Then dance the last one.
The song ended, the black lake froze, and the forbidden forest was silent.
Draco stood behind her, the wand in his hand still not put down: "You dance beautifully, from now on you can only dance for me."
