"Mom... Don't leave me, okay?" The skinny girl looked at her mother's wide-open eyes, with a smile on her lips, "If you don't tell me, I'll take it as your promise?"
In the windy wilderness, the moon in the second half of the night was gradually obscured by dark clouds. Only the refugee camp in the distance still had a few firelights. The skinny girl lay on her mother's body and gnawed crazily.
"Mom, this way we will be together forever! We will never be separated!"
The little girl carefully licked the blood off the dagger and opened her eyes.
The violent wind seemed to have stopped at this moment, and the moon Igra also appeared in the sky again, but the moonlight was now eerily red.
My name is Hermione Granger.
Something is missing.
This is my first thought every morning when I wake up.
What is missing?
I want to know.
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