[Harry Potter] My Avada Was Taught by an Old Master

I admit Muggles are filthy, but wizards aren't pure, either.

All hatred is equal. I simply choose to treat everyone the same.

I'm no saint, nor am I rotten to the core. I'm just a messenger who gladly gives everything for love.

I believe love is not wrong. If it is, then hormones must have gone to my head and made me lose my way.

I believe love is powerful and everywhere. It seeps into every tiny, dusty corner of the universe.

Come with me, my love. Will you give up those terrible and ridiculous pursuits?

Come with me, my love. I'd rather bear the pain of losing everything.

She is a powerful witch. She is Muggle-born.

She does not worship darkness, but she loves Dark Magic.

She grows wildly in the sunlight, yet stumbles again and again only when she faces me.

She flies into my life like a moth to a flame, only for me to snuff her out with my own hands.

I will regret it, kneeling in the endless river of time with my sins, trying to wash them away.

Don't come save me. Leaving the darkness is the only way to step into the light.

But she says that light can reach any corner of the universe, even those filled with dust.

It turns out everything else was wrong. Only the warmth she gives can comfort the soul forever.

A little note:

Everyone has their own ideal version of Harry Potter. If something bothers you or isn't to your taste, please quietly close the page and move on, to avoid unnecessary bad feelings and rudeness, okay?

World peace starts with you, me, and everyone else.

The heroine is strong, and her academic ability is on par with Old Riddle's. She had a dark childhood and is a witch of mixed Chinese and English heritage, with Muggle blood. Her personality can be gentle, goofy, or dark. She's not a naive sweetheart, except when she's dealing with a young man surnamed Riddle.

This is a multifaceted heroine, one who doesn't take an absolute moral stance. Put another way, Angela Qing only does what she thinks she ought to do. You can criticize her foolishness and question her eccentricity, but you must not insult her feelings. Angela won't allow it.

If Angela won't allow it, that means Riddle, ah, no, young Riddle

V: Call me sir.

Oh, that means Mr. Riddle won't allow it. His Avada Kedavra is faster than a bullet. (Threat)

Lestrange: Master?

Malfoy: Master?

Black: Master?

All the Death Eaters: Master?

Angela: Tom, you jerk!

V: ...Do you like my new Horcrux?

Angela: Smack! (Slap)

V stays in character, so the path to love is long and bumpy.

But before the angst hits its worst, there will be plenty of sweet moments rolling in.

HE, in a sense.

There is a woman pursuing a man, a scumbag man and a woman, and a groveling ex who gets sent to the doghouse. There will be life-and-death separations, too. The author just loves cliches, but even cliches can take you by surprise.

Comments and favorites are my source of motivation. (Hands together) (Blows a kiss)

Theme: just fulfilling my little wish to date an extremely handsome guy