Slytherin Dark Lord x Ravenclaw White Sage.
The mediocre people who are dominated by history, and the fools who are enslaved by the truth.
To our wandering life like mayflies.
Scarborough Port welcomed a stranger from the East, and an eagle from the sky walked into the Great Hall of Hogwarts.
The moment Cynthia Yang set foot on British soil and appeared in front of Miiesesetzsky Yin Vasilyevich - almost at the same time, they were keenly aware of some kind of fatal pain - this was related to some physiological tearing:
Ideal and reality, loyalty and betrayal, love and hatred.
But it turned out that this dull pain was not a disease-free self-disturbance. Eight years later, in the same place, he finally rested in her arms for a long time.
The heavy rain that day lasted the remaining fifty-seven years of her life.
Since then, the show of the third Dark Lord and the first wizarding sociologist in the history of magic has come to an end.
The mayfly remains adrift.
(OC romance is the author's own HP pa of x Narcissus, it cannot be substituted.)
Intention: OC love, self-designed x Narcissus Brother, causing us to live a wandering life like a mayfly.