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She knew that as long as she had a softer attitude, she could easily gain different levels of friendship with him, them, and these people who released good intentions. But she didn't dare.
Harry could swear that he had never thought that Professor Black could have such an expression. Her dark blue eyes were full of luster, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised to hold up her thin cheeks, which actually showed a bit of warmth and amiability.
Raven blinked and comforted him and said, "If we judge roughly according to the secular understanding, we can call this feeling like love."
"So... Are you leaving?"
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She didn't believe in Merlin, and Jesus closed the door for her early. She is not in the hot spring in front of the Ministry of Magic, she is not in the medal room at Hogwarts, she is not on the relief murals on the church dome, she is not in the Black family tree, and she is not on the photo wall of Mary's chemistry laboratory.
She is a homeless wanderer, a stranger wandering in her homeland.
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Only then did Lisa realize that Ms. Black had not left a single photo, whether it was moving or not.
The only material that can record her image was taken by the Daily Prophet decades ago when she was captured in Azkaban. This newspaper is very old, the pages are brittle and yellow, and Blake's photo is in a small corner. She is sleeping quietly while holding the crime sign.
She stared at her for a while, and Raven, who was in his early twenties in the photo, finally noticed and opened a pair of bright eyes.
Purpose: pondering life.