Every semester at Hogwarts is destined to be different - unknown creatures do evil in the school, malice quietly breeds in the dark room, different carriers, the same soul, missing memories, blood flowing downward in the hourglass of life.
Red eyes stare greedily at the sad soul
The black-haired boy looked on coldly, quietly raising the blood-stained sickle.
It's really causing me trouble.
Reflected in the silver-white eyes of the blond boy were red and black figures.
Hey, Harry, which one of you is the truth?
The title is second to none, the content is second to none, and K-shiki is even better.
There is blackness, there is convulsion, there is literature and art, there are many kinds of CP, but HD insists.
The reply is mindless, 2B young people are like this, please ignore it.
I don't have an introduction, I'm too lazy to write it, it's troublesome.
Neville is a temporary worker who saves the world, and Tom and other desperate people join the scene.
I don't intend to torture, I have become addicted to writing, and I can't write anymore.
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Calculate the end from the beginning.
Countdown to death – how long is it?