HP Maintains a Sense of Longevity

He had loved many people and many things in this world deeply, but even if he loved her non-stop for 80 years, it would not be as bad as the hatred he felt for her in one day. After so many years, I finally expressed all my imagination of the HP world in this fanfic. I want to write about an era, about the breezes that brought about the great changes at the end of Qingping, about how everyone was destined to go on the fork in the road of destiny (without realizing it at the time, they met, separated, and maybe even fell in love with each other), and about how the facts turned into history or legend when the parties involved and future generations ignored, covered up and altered them intentionally or unintentionally. I want to write about people, I want to write about Gryffindor, Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix, I want to write about Slytherin, Voldemort and the Death Eaters, I want to write about the people who walk on the golden-red or silver-blue thorny road in uncertain circumstances, I want to write about the Marauders (there are four of them!) And about Black, I want to write about the teachers at Hogwarts and the classmates who go their separate ways (even Lavender!), I want to write about the sycophantic and incompetent Umbridge... I know I can't write, but I can guarantee that even if I write only one sentence about a person, I will try my best to restore what is in my heart. I want to write about the kind of love that we may never experience in our lifetime, the family affection that we can grasp and cherish, and the deep but indispensable friendship. I want to write about human nature. I believe that in human nature, where there is turbidity and sinking, there must be brightness and clearness; hardships and hardships can extract the worst or the noblest human nature; some people give up their faith after enduring pain and persecution, while others become more steadfast. This is the band for this article: