"I don't understand."
"What don't you understand?"
"I don't understand why you want me to live in this world."
"..."
Maybe it's not that she shouldn't live in this world, she just can't be Voldemort's daughter. She resembles him in appearance, but more like her mother in her bones. He was cold and decisive, but she had some warmth. On the one hand, he was the murderous Voldemort, and on the other hand, he was her only relative in the world. She was entangled in love and hate, pacing between hesitation and hesitation. Anger, hesitation, sadness, despair, love, hate. They overwhelmed her and she almost went crazy. In the final battle, which side will she side with?
"My life was a mistake," she said with a tearful laugh, "from the moment I became Anna Riddle."