When her eyes passed through the crowd and landed on the bald devil with a flat face and nose, she looked dazed for a moment.
He was once the goal of her struggle, but now he is only left in embarrassment.
When she raised her wand towards him, she seemed to see the Slytherin boy by the Black Lake seventy years ago again.
He has a delicate face, black hair like jade, and is high-spirited.
When you smile, your whole body is filled with a convincing atmosphere.