In fact, children, how dare you to take away their most beautiful and warm past in this way. How cruel.
The pure white Hedwig was shot down by a spell while flying, and fell into unrecognizable black dots. All the fairy tales in this novel disappeared. Harry didn't have time to appreciate the sadness.
Harry tiptoed into Sirius' cabin. Originally, there are so many beautiful and warm little things that can happen. Will you open the door and you are still sitting lonely in the shadows, seeing me come in, there will be a little light in your eyes, giving comfort and guidance.
I really like what the director added, the scene of Hermione and Harry dancing to the music in the tent. No one's wilderness, no clue, danger comes at any time, companions leave and can't come back. At least there is this brief joy.
Why do you want to play to the end of the song. At that time, the desolation was scattered, and the chills surged. Reality is something that no one can escape.
Later I liked Kreacher very much. The elves are such small things that are easy to satisfy. How simple and beautiful, and how humble and great. Don't be an elf.
How can this be a fairy tale? No castle, no school robe, no endless pranks, no bad teachers who occasionally find fault.
I just watched in horror at the characters I unknowingly and deeply loved one by one injured and dying, guessing where the sudden fall of bad luck had come to take away less and less vivid warmth.
I have the urge to cover my eyes many times. But with his eyes open, he pretended to look calmly throughout the process. This can't stand it, don't mix it up, right?
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