HP Love in the Golden Autumn

Many years later, when Ginevra Molly Weasley was writing her memoirs, she remembered the rainy night when she was sixteen and frowned at the blank page in front of her. "Our story... How should I tell it?" "Like the White Queen falling in love with the Fairy of the Lake." Qiu Zhang stood behind her, with long black hair like the water of Hogwarts, staring out the window. The golden autumn wind swept through the last remaining warmth of the city, and the scene in front of her turned like pages of a book until she returned to the past. Intention: Regardless of gender, as long as it is love, it can give people endless courage.