[Harry Potter] Hogwarts: A [Beep]ing History

I waited and waited from the bottom of the pit. Until now, there is still no new light shining on the bottom of the pit. Until one day... I dug a pit myself and waited for others to jump [manual funny]

…The last incantation left me with a speechless feeling… A lunatic who recited a death curse to himself, but he didn't know it was a death curse or a soul separation curse = =╮(╯▽╰)╭

Is it a hand-kissing ceremony? I found that many people don't know how to do a real hand-kissing ceremony. The man actually kisses his thumb, and it must be done indoors. The woman must be a married woman. "When a man walks in front of a married woman, he first lowers his head and stands at attention in greeting, then holds the woman's right hand with his right hand or both hands, bows his head and uses his slightly closed lips to symbolically kiss the back of her fingers." Does the "back of her fingers" refer to the woman's or the man's? The French kissing ceremony states that the woman's skin cannot be touched, but the British do not say this.

No, did Liz also use love potion?

This article is great! The only drawback is that GG is such a novice now

I can't afford to hurt someone who has been waiting for almost three years, TAT...

So do you plan to update this article in one and a half years or two years? ! ! ! !

Oops, Helga has appeared in more scenes than Salazar. Is this really their personal story?

The pit is deep. Put your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer on the nails. Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky. Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze. So they said legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends are floating in every corner. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me. "Yes!" "You looked good climbing down!" I think she is praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled. "Climb out together and take a breath?" She invited me like this. "No, thank you!" I was tired from climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of this pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again. "Hello!" "Hello!" "Is it comfortable to squat?" "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!" "Lie down!" "Are you going out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!" You see, people can never give up hope. So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole. Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes are infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word. I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with my head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminating against them that you can hardly imagine how much fun they have in living. Maybe one day you will meet me squatting at the bottom of a pit. I look up to the sky and cry in the wind; Maybe one day you will meet me crawling around, with long hair and fallen nails. Climb towards you step by step, pass through your black hair, my hand, pass through your network cable, my resentment, do you know who I am? Please reprint. [Well, this is transferred from the hands of a squatting rape flower TX, please feel free to transfer it, and it is dedicated to every author who opens a hole and does not fill it in or fills it slowly]

Why hasn't Mao updated yet? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?