Damn it, Dumbledore, well done to you. How dare you plot against me. Let my people work for you. Now I want to tell you: "There is no way, there is no window crack, so don't even think about it." I still have a lot of things to do, and there is no way to help you in the wizarding world, even if it is also an existence hated by the old guys in the Vatican. Damn it Dumbledore, you're looking for trouble. My mother was so busy that she received a letter of admission to Hogwarts. You think I'm too busy and dizzy, don't you know? Hogwarts only accepts 11-year-old new students. When I was 11 years old, Dumbledore didn't even know you were living in that gap.
This is a vampire who has lived for who knows how many years, living a depressing life in Hogwarts.
It doesn't feel sweet.
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