In the vast sea of stars, we are just dust.
In this world, every living being with faith is worthy of respect.
They may be brave, they may be vulgar,
But they will run for their own interests and the love in their hearts for their families.
No one mentions it because they are just a boat.
Under the morning light, the roses withered with dew.
A raging fire burned the charming petals to ashes.
When no one cared, there was a sad laughter.
A distant voice asked,
"Do you want fire or roses?
Ps. This is a collection of short stories, recording the stories of many marginalized characters in HP and the detailed story descriptions of many characters. The writing style is tearful, there are no three views, the narrative is based on the subjective consciousness of the characters, and it is not OOC.