Rain in the Allure of New York
You walked into the movie theater with Hogwarts Castle, which had grown in your heart for fifteen years, and finally looked up and bathed in the rain of New York City, quiet, soft and cool. It is still a nostalgic gray filter in the Middle Ages, with a faintly bright blue in the gray tones. Finally, the bird and beast that covered the sky spread its wings and glided over New York. Fifteen years ago, the freckled white owl named Hathaway guided a little boy through the smoky nine and four. Three-quarters of the platform, from then on, the huge blue and light gray picture unfolds before your eyes.
The movie tears apart the real time and space. Fifteen years ago, King’s Cross Station Ron said, Hi, you are Harry Potter. Since then, outside of the ordinary world, there is a hole in your heart filled with mead and golden snitch. The parallel dimension of magic is with you.
The "mother" of the Anti-Magic Association with a stiff face asked Newt if you want to be a searcher against wizards. "No, actually I would like to be a chaser." The hunter, you sit on a soft chair in the movie theater, and you hear this word at first glance, just like every day in the past fifteen years, any relevant vocabulary opens your heart The organs of the magical world, once touched, a stunning Quidditch suddenly appeared in front of your eyes. The young Harry slowly opened his mouth and spit out the wet surprise when he caught the first golden snitch. He grew up. Li came and went freely on the broom, and the court, the battlefield, faced the pursuit of the black magic.
Naughty glass beasts are rampant and domineering in the bank, and you are actually a little disappointed when you look at the street scenes of New York. No, this is a story that will happen in the non-magic world. You miss the castle of Hogwarts so much in your heart. Dumbledore’s white beard appeared in front of you when he was speaking at the opening ceremony. Envelopes and newspapers drifting in untimely, sharp reporters yelling at Harry Potter girls, Hermione rolled her eyes.
But when the pink girl gently directs the dishes and dishes, you feel a little comforted. Well, in the attic on a corner of New York, a wizard's room finally appeared, with the shadow of a castle faintly, and the elements of magic are not so rich, but It seems pretty good too. Before your eyes, there is a picture of Ron’s mother making pumpkin pie. The closet at Ron’s house was destroyed by a certain Apparition in the Order of the Phoenix. There is a beautiful melody in your heart. Oh, I like this pink woman. Follow her. With a soft voice, I seem to see Rowling’s flashing smile while wearing black-rimmed glasses when he is creating. No, no, Rowling, I’ve finally grown up. Can I see your eyes even when I’m watching a movie? .
The fat cannery worker was stuck in the mouth of the box, and the rhythm of the film paused there like a rest. When he finally squeezed himself into Newt’s suitcase--in an instant, a picture of big flowers broke out, and the rest was huge after a brief depression. That's right, the vast blue that swept away thousands of miles, surrounded by clouds and smoke, and Hogwar The sky has the same hue, the vast pastures hidden in a small wooden box, huge birds and beasts play here, you think of the tent living in the snowdrift on the top of the mountain in the sixth part, Hermione’s The small black embroidered handbag is terribly heavy and real. Your heart is whistling, this is the world of magic! Finally appeared! All the little disappointments at the beginning are completely satisfied at this moment, the world of magic, it is back!
You will always watch movies about magic when Rowling is napping, but when she comes to you, you could recognise at once the authentic. Magic of Rowling is magic. The
end is the train station, "If my book is published, you can send it to Do you have a copy?" There was
a bit of shy joy in the capable woman's eyes, "Of course we can"
Newton nodded and turned away. We were as lonely as the women. Is it going to end again?
"I'm thinking, do you mind if I come to give you the book in person" Suddenly Newt's voice and head popped up again, without seeing the way, we are like women, joy defeated all shyness, and there was almost surprise in our eyes Tears, "Of course, of course you can"
You're back again. You haven't finished yet. After five years of waiting, Rowling, you are as unwilling as we are, right?
The back image of the woman who has practiced dancing, is slender and flexible, hidden in the black self-cultivation windbreaker, taking a few steps and pausing for a while, that is this serious and capable woman, chic in joy.
A pair of magician sisters in an old attic in New York, I felt the difference between Rowling's meticulous aesthetics of women. The sister's pink elegance and clear charm, the sister is calm and restrained, but with bright and flexible joy. Through the large screen, I can always feel that Rowling is holding a pen in the air in the coffee shop on the corner of a London street, with an elegant and warm gaze. She was with us, tilting her head and looking at the sisters, feeling relieved and relieved. Rowling, look, the sky will always leave traces when birds fly by. We are gradually able to appreciate your aesthetic ideas and traces.
We have been old together with Rowling for fifteen years. I still remember Ron driving his father's crazy speeding car at the beginning of a certain movie and carrying Harry back to school together. The turbulent scenes and intense scenes, from the first minute. Attracting our young eyes. And now the world has run over for ten and a half years, Rowling, you know that we have grown up, and can quietly appreciate the mystery in the dark gray and quiet landscape, right. Rowling, you also know that when we grow up, we begin to know how to cherish the things around us, to be able to truly understand the hearts of animals, to understand that the existence of diversity in this world is a great gift, and we will squat down and listen carefully. Other people or Life itself. Rowling, thank you for understanding that we have been in the past fifteen years without stopping, with the Hogwarts that you personally created in our hearts.
The ancient buildings on Fifth Avenue were destroyed and rebuilt by black ghosts. The wooden window rails were restored from the debris from the ground to columns, resembling folded building blocks, and growing out of edges and corners, like the slender tentacles of a praying mantis, as if the arm is too long. The lever made people look at it laboriously, but it accurately put on the window lattice by itself, and completed the instruction of the "restore as before" spell.
You watched in the drizzle in the Allure of New York, non-magical stopped and stood on the street, seeming to listen to the oracle receiving invitations and messages from the universe, but it was actually washed away with magical memories.
People always think they are receiving, but in fact they are forgetting.
Postscript: Forgetting is forgotten, so why bother to retrieve it. There are many fragments of Harry's movies in my mind, which are very clear and incomplete, in line with the law of forgetting. I'm not a qualified Harper fan. I often see all kinds of unknown details about Harry Potter. I am ashamed. I don't know it, and I don't want to repeat the nearly ten Harry Potter movies. Is the stream of consciousness of Impressionism bad? You can remember as much as you can. The vast world still has too many unknowns to watch, and the movies you have watched should be projected on your heart naturally, instead of deliberately accurately remembering. Let them float in the sky above the sea of mind with the mark of light and shadow, like the moonlight of Ruoruuowu.
Bakery coming and going
, "What do you think of these ideas shape?"
Fat man blinked his eyes "It just comes up."
Pink woman standing there quietly Di smile, as shown signs.
The fat man looked straight.
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