The sun is shining in the sky, and the flowers are smiling at me.
The little bird said, early, early, early.
Why are you carrying explosives?
This article is also known as "The Plan to Save Black"
Hostess: What? You ask me who has the right to appeal to Black? I'm his wife!
What? Are you saying Blake doesn't have a wife? How dare you expose me! I'll blow up the Ministry of Magic for you who never do anything serious!
Kingsley, Weasley and others who are doing business: ... I am wronged...
Hostess: What? Is this kid the son of Black and Potter? !
Oh, godson.
Are you going to raise my godson to be a little chicken with no meat at all like a refugee? ! If I don't blow up your family, I won't be a qualified Mary Sue! ! !
The spiders in the closet who accompany the little chickens through countless days and nights: Why do we, innocent and poor little spiders like us, explode even if we don't agree with each other...
Hostess: Will you let me go? Let him go or not! Let him go or not! Okay, you have the guts to hold on, right? I'm going to blow up anyone in Azkaban who dares to imprison my man!
Sirius: Who is your man? Who is your man! ! Who is your man! ! ! Ahhhhhhh but my dear little angel Harry, why did you call her godmother!
The heroine is really a Mary Sue. If anything goes wrong, she will only solve it by blowing it up.
A short story, this article is non-intellectual and cruel, just for fun. The female protagonist is my daughter, and the male protagonist is in my bed. Thank you everyone.
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