My Boyfriend Is A Dragon - Chapter 160 - A Token of Love

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On the night when the savior of the wizarding world should have been born, Harry Potter died under the unforgivable curse.

The man who made almost all British wizards dare not call him by name, regained the wisdom and ambition that belonged to him from the Horcrux.

Darkness has completely enveloped the island of Great Britain.

Wizards are divided into high and low according to their bloodlines. Pure blood firmly holds the authority that belongs to the superior, and people called mudbloods can only be as humble as mud and trampled on throughout their lives.

The Ministry of Magic, which is supposed to enforce justice, is full of villains, and the castle, which is supposed to impart knowledge, is full of oppression.

In these dark times.

Jon Green, who came from across time, was brought into the exiled carriage that truly inherited the title of “Hogwarts”…

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Chu Zhi crossed the parallel world and became the top streamer in China, with hundreds of thousands of comments on Weibo updates.

Because of playing big names, plagiarizing new songs, hidden marriages, and derailing, a series of small fresh meat that has become a paste.

The start of the day is broken, and fortunately [personality system] does what most stars dare not do, and you can get points and draw the blind box.

So-

“Famous singer-songwriter Chu Zhi has a hangover, seeking inspiration for new songs.”

“Being late to the show and playing big names? No! Artists work and rest differently.”

“Chu Zhi’s unrestrained and unrestrained nature has the style of Wei and Jin celebrities.”

Chu Zhi said: “People are too good at making up their minds for talented people.”

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The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”