In 1971, three teenagers met in the last compartment of the Hogwarts Express.
In Lin Shi, the young master who grew up in the hands of the Lin family had a beautiful face, long light blond hair, blue eyes, and a gentle and well-behaved smile like a Persian cat. Everyone said that Lin Shi had a good temper and a soft heart, and would not say anything when bullied. Only a few people know that-those who bullied him later had bad luck for no apparent reason, and they thought they were just bad luck until their death.
Gu Zhou stabbed his head without hesitation, his dark gray hair was messy and messy, and his gray eyes always had a hint of provocation. Everyone thought that he would kill himself sooner or later, but he just lived a good life and lived more arrogantly than anyone else.
Xie Jing, a gentle and elegant model of a good student, with neat black hair, shiny glasses, and nothing wrong with his speech and behavior. Professors liked him, classmates respected him, and even Slytherin's prefects favored him. No one knew that hidden behind his gold-rimmed glasses was a pair of eyes that calmly calculated everyone.
With three pure bad guys coming together, the seven years of Hogwarts are destined to be uneventful.
But Lin Shi gradually discovered that the way Gu Zhou looked at him became more and more unpleasant. There was an indescribable heat in that kind of cynical and provocative gaze. As for Xie Jing, Xie Jing still looked gentle and gentle, but the hand on his shoulder stayed longer and longer, and the voice in his ear became lower and lower, so low that only the two of them could hear it.
Three people, a seven-year struggle.
Whoever is tempted first will lose - but none of the three of them wants to lose.
Until late one night, Lin Shi was blocked by two people in the corner of the dark green sofa in front of the fireplace in the Slytherin common room. Gu Zhou leaned over from the left, and Xie Jing leaned over from the right. The green firelight blended their three shadows together.
"Pick one," they said.
Lin Shi raised his face, his light blond hair scattered on the dark backrest, and his blue eyes reflected two dancing green fires. He bent his eyes and smiled, good and evil at the same time.
"Why?" He said, "I wouldn't."
Intention: Believe in love, believe in light