The soul from another world shakes off its body and is covered with starlight, illuminating the front, and falls into the night.
The no-touch rule cannot stop the butterfly from flapping its wings, turning it into a star that never falls and hangs in the sky forever.
Thoughts that cannot be captured, figures in the mist, and hands in the dark will not hurt anyone.
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"The savior," he lit the translucent paper in his hand, his pale face illuminated by the firelight, and murmured in a low voice, "He is just a child who has lost everything." He let go of the paper that was about to be burned and let the ashes scatter. "Such a burden should not be placed on a child."
"I will do the shady things, and just let me bear the infamy."
"Don't use your shameless methods on me!" The blond Slytherin grabbed his collar and threw him into the sofa. "I watched you grow up, don't think you can hide it from me."
"I thought you wanted to watch me die miserably, Mr. Rewinder?"
The black-robed wizard said lazily - This is a subordinate directly under the Hanged Man, codenamed Skenos. The two often act together, and it is rare to see one person acting alone.
"I'll let you experience it next time." A clear and arrogant voice sounded. Skenos spread his hands and did not answer.
"Perhaps this Muggle gentleman feels that he has lived too long and wants to take a shortcut."
With a arrogant voice, the young man walked step by step in front of the man who was lying limp on the ground. He raised his leg and stepped hard on the man's violently heaving chest with his black boots. The scarlet eyes under the mask were cold and emotionless, as if they were looking at a corpse.
Skenos also came to his side, his tone full of regret. He shook his head and bent slightly.
"Why do you think you provoked this madman?"
Fantasy, dream, reality overlap.
Can travelers who cross the barriers of time and space see through the fog to find the truth?
Intention: Even if you fall into the dark night forever, you must use your life to pursue that faint light