"Hello, I'm Moran Black, nice to meet you?"
There lived an old house elf and a young Miss Black at No. 12 Grimmauld Place. As the last member of the Black family, if she had not been married, died, or gone to Azkaban, then she would not be the only one left in the huge Black family.
For her, going to school has become a luxury. Usually young wizards will receive a letter from Hogwarts when they are eleven years old, but she didn't wait... So she pinned her hopes on the second year. As July was almost over, she still hadn't received the letter. She She was so angry that she almost went back to the drawing board... Finally, at 7:30 pm on July 30th, she finally received the admission notice, looking forward to the stars and the moon, and was moved to tears by Kreacher, the kind and gentle house-sitting elf with such excellent qualities! I almost ascended to heaven from where I was! ! !
I won't talk about the rest for now.
The text can be written
There will definitely be ooc
Purpose: Love and Peace