When the first spring breeze blows, I will ride on my broom, walk through the flower-covered Macmillan Manor, cross the snowy Godric's Hollow, rush into the Gryffindor lounge and hug you. ——Why does it take so long to ride? ——Sweeping Seven Stars, my dear, there is no need to negotiate.
Instructions for consumption
*HE
*Sirius won't die, Fred won't die, Lupine and Tonks won't die. The professor will most likely die.
*The article was overhauled and started to be written from the third grade after revision.
*The position is the same as the original work, so there is no arrogant and venomous professor, no platinum noble young master, no big schemer principal, and no green-eyed kitten.
A story for Megan and Harry, and for you - if you stay loyal to Harry until the very end.
Intention: If the noise doesn't stop, let me accompany you to be quiet