When we first met on the train, Draco, who didn't know my bloodline, struck up a conversation with me enthusiastically: "Pink-blonde hair is really unique."
When the Sorting Hat fell on Slytherin Green, his smile froze instantly as my mixed-race identity was revealed.
The moment Crabbe laughed at me for being a mudblood, I smashed his two front teeth with my fists, along with the cookies in his hand.
Please forgive me that the author really doesn't know how to write an introduction.
Concept: Young people's growing love