HP Thousands of Stars

"My magician, may thousands of stars crown you." The pair of thin lips that had shouted "Avada Kedavra" countless times spat out words that resembled love. At that time, the tragic green light pierced the morning light in the sky, the golden crow fell, and everything returned to darkness. The extinct stars swept across lava and ice, flying in from tens of millions of light years away. Wang Buliuxing on the broom appeared in the vast night sky of the polar night with an unstoppable attitude, like a god left behind in the world. God loves the world. God said that there should be October, all things should be desolate, the world should be deserted, and people should misunderstand warmth as love, and then let them separate. Love is the original sin. From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear. The devil in the endless abyss is born of desire. Those who desire can only ask for what they cannot get. You can't ask for it, you can't ask for it. If that's the case, then let's be blasphemous. (I thought I could carry out the evil to the end, but I didn't want to, so I fell in love with you.)