Hello everyone, I am Liv Eaton, a student living in Gotham and studying at Hogwarts.
Today, I used the lock-picking skills taught to me by the second-generation Robin to successfully open the prison where Sirius was kept. The trio of saviors looked at me with admiration.
Just as I bravely fought werewolves, tore apart Death Eaters with my own hands, and completed a series of wolf-like killing behaviors.
When I was lying on the bed and making a "double-way mirror" video call with my bamboo horse, I realized that my bamboo horse had already made the same call that I always make every day.
I swear I will kick his ass when I get back to Gotham, but who can tell me?
Why did my bamboo horse sleep under the ground?
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The author's writing style is very spicy. This article is a hands-on work. There may be problems with the plot and logic. Readers, please be merciful.
For CP, it will depend on subsequent development.
Purpose: Wishing the world to be a better place
