"Hey, why are you so sad! I have to say, after you become a portrait, your appearance is not as good as before!" Fred, the red-haired boy, mocked his new neighbor loudly.
"Maybe you are right," the young man with black hair and gray eyes smiled tolerantly, "I should accept all this. Not everyone can stay in Hogwarts and protect themselves with portraits for the rest of their lives."
How glorious Cedric once was, how lost he is now. But when he recalled his short life, he realized that even if he lived to be a hundred years old, his life would not be better. It turned out that he had already had the best thing, in just 17 years.
Intention: Two or three things, two or three things, never three or two things.