About the time Seventeen days ago, my dearest friend brought me a special edition of "Empire Magazine" from the UK. It contains interviews and photos of the 16 main actors in "Harry Potter", as well as many precious ones. The photos on the set record that they used to be young and full of spirits, but what moved me most was the words of Professor Snape’s actor, printed on the back cover, black paper and white letters. He said that he had just come out of the studio, and that was his last Once speaking as Professor Snape, the flashback shot on the big screen was what the trio looked like ten years ago. He said thank Rowling for telling such a long but wonderful story. Fifteen days ago, I flew from Sydney to Hong Kong and stayed awake at night in the cramped cabin. I was forced to take out the old ipod because the Iphone was out of power. Then I found out that the first four titles of "Harry Potter" were downloaded by Rowling. Audiobook. When I was in my third year of high school, I would study at night every night at ten o'clock. I would sit in my mother's car and listen to their stories, and drink the love pork bone soup cooked by my grandmother. Her voice used to be the best consolation for me, who was so busy that I was almost nervous. Thirteen days ago, Hong Kong could book tickets for the premiere of "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" on July 14. There are many fans around, but I still booked the IMAX movie tickets alone. I think I will cry at the end of the "full play", inexplicably. I think this is the ten years that I have been loving and loving silently by myself. The years are so full and beautiful that I don't want to share it with others. Eleven days ago, I saw a video taken on the last day of Warner’s official website. I saw Professor Snape and Professor Lupin bowing to greet him. Professor Snape slapped his curtain-like black hair as usual and stood with his arms folded. , Although he is indeed much older than the first one. The trio of Daniel, Emma, and Rupert hug each other tightly, while Helena, who plays Bella, slaps heavily. At the end of the video, I found my face burst into tears. Nine days ago, I watched the London premiere on my phone while lying in bed. A friend in the UK pitched a tent near the square for two days and still did not grab a seat in the front row. Later, I learned that many people had arrived five or six days earlier, waiting in the cold rain in London with great interest. An Australian friend took on the heavy task of translating and typed out all the interviews that I couldn't hear. All those respectable old drama bones are here, and they can hardly tell that they are now in front of the camera, gagging, and signing autographs for fans on the red carpet and reluctant to leave. Daniel arrived late. When he and Rowling appeared together, I heard tumultuous shouts coming from the earphones, so I realized that I was already in tears. In the dim, I heard Daniel say that the story is far from over, because people will bring this I remember the rest of my life. The day before yesterday, I went to see the premiere of "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows", IMAX in International Plaza. I have never seen a theater that can be so lively and crowded. I saw a lot of people holding movie tickets and taking photos with large posters. I saw girls wearing Daniel Broadway's new TV show support T-shirts and Gryffindor uniforms posing for photos with their magic wands. I saw the Hami group from the mainland came here specifically to see the movie a month earlier. When queuing to enter, a girl suddenly burst into tears in front of a poster with the words "Final End" written on it. When the lights in the theater dimmed, many people stood up and applauded. Today, I took a lot of trouble to change my ticket back to Shanghai, just to attend the Hong Kong fan meeting played by the Weasley twins. In Times Square, a prime location, platform 9 and three-quarters and Diagon Alley were erected, and large posters were erected full of fan names. Although he thought he had arrived a long time earlier, he was still squeezed to the periphery, and James' handsome face could only be seen through the camera frame of the girl in front. Then the twins stepped down to sign for everyone. I suddenly saw James walk up to me, took the Gryffindor notebook in my hand, and then took my hand with a look of astonishment. I was squeezed onto the railing by the people behind, and my clothes were soaked from the inside out. I looked at the face of James who was a short distance away, and suddenly felt that the whole boyhood was complete. Before the movie started, the twins said that today is their last day to promote Harry Potter, just like the line said, Mischief managed, The prank is over. This timeline can be advanced to 2011. At that time, I studied piano and painting, read poetry and Austin's novels. Dad said that recently his colleague’s children were reading a book called "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" and bought it for me. I turned the first page disapprovingly, did I have a foreboding that in the next ten years, I would never be able to get rid of this green-eyed boy with a lightning scar on his head? Ten years ago, I got my first pocket money and went to the movies with my classmates for the first time. The movie theater hadn't been renovated that year. A few of us sat on the old red sofa and ate popcorn for three dollars. Nine years ago, I was in charge of the class’s spring outing activities, and put "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets" on the bus against the crowd, so all of a sudden the whole grade knew that I was a big fan of Harry Potter. Eight years ago, the Chinese version went on the market earlier than expected. My deskmate proudly showed me the book she bought in the morning, but I skipped class and immediately rushed to the bookstore near the school to buy one. All the people around us were covering our reading that day, and then they kept urging us to ask about the ending. When we said that Sirius was dead, there was silence. Seven years ago, when I was in the entrance examination, I missed the premiere and various promotional activities. When I walked out of the examination room, my best friend who had been with me for three years gave me a "Watching Movie" magazine promoting Harry Potter. She said it was a parting gift, but fortunately, our high school was again in the same class. Six years ago, I became the moderator of the Harry Potter Fan Network. At that time, "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" was released. People on the website said that we should translate this first so that everyone can see it. So it really started to divide the work, translate, proofread, edit, stay up all night. That was the first time I did something related to translation, and I still have the dream of becoming a translator. The QQ group created back then has few people talking, but the group leader girl vowed not to disband. A few days ago, because of the release of the last movie, many people surfaced. It turns out that everyone's lives are scattered all over the world. Five years ago, at the last sports meeting in high school, I took part in the triple jump. In the finals, classmates came to give towels with the portrait of Harry Potter printed on it. I said that it would be fine if I knew magic, cast a confusing spell, and I would be the first. Of course I didn't expect that I was really lucky enough to win the championship in the end. Four years ago, I was ready to come to Hong Kong. Gathering with some writing friends, and then threatening to entice them to accompany me to the premiere of "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows", yawning and waiting till 12 o'clock in the morning, and gave me an edible chocolate wand. When I landed at the Hong Kong Airport, I saw "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix" at first sight "A large poster. Friends asked me if I wanted home, I stood directly under Harry Potter and sent a "okay" back. Three years ago, during the house cleaning, I compiled seven sets of Harry Potter books in Chinese and English. My mother asked me if I wanted to take them to Hong Kong. I said forget it. At that time, I thought I had lost my crazy obsession with something. ability. Two years ago, I did an internship. For the first time, I wore a shirt to go to work in a luxurious office area and sat in the office to deal with strangers. I went to watch "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" after get off work, and then took the last subway back. There are few people in the subway and the air conditioner is cold, but Harry Potter makes me boil. From then on, I understand that time can change a lot, but not a lot, and all we do is always stick to our hearts. A year ago, I went to watch "Death Hallows (Part 1)" after the interview. It was the busiest and lowest period of my life. My best friend sent me a special issue of The Times from England called "Farewell, Hogwarts." What I didn't expect was that, like a spell, all the unfortunate things of chaotic deviations, everything was fine after watching the movie. I got the job I interviewed and gradually settled down in Hong Kong. Until the last movie was finished, the poster said that everything was over. Ended ten years of waiting, guessing, and anticipating. In the past ten years, Harry Potter is not the most important thing in my life, but it is like a rope that strung together those beautiful and exciting moments in life. Based on this, I went back and thought of those in life. An ignorant and frivolous youth. Someone wrote to me about love and dreams and asked me, what book is my favorite? I said that I like Austin’s English love very much. I love the careful crafting in Cao Xueqin’s articles. When I am troubled, I read Tagore’s collection of poems, but, wait a minute, in fact, my favorite is "Harry Potter. The other party was surprised and asked, why? I thought for a while and wanted to answer, perhaps because, when I was a very innocent and credulous teenager, Harry Potter taught me to love simply and dream boldly. So I became a very unsuspecting person, like to experience novel things, like to meet strangers. But what fate gave me in return was that I got acquainted with friends who have very different personalities and thoughts, who live in every corner of the world but will lend a hand when I am in trouble. I have become a very daydreaming person. I have always wanted to travel around the world. I have always wanted to write columns and books. I have always hoped that one day I can come to a completely unfamiliar place, and then rely solely on my own hard work. . Harry Potter made me take many first steps impulsively, and then discovered that many things, as long as they are done, sincerely Take the first step honestly and you will always be rewarded. Love and dreams are the main theme of the book. I remember that before the war, Fred and George had their usual mischievous smiles. One touched the other's arm and asked, "Are you ready?" Just like the smiles they smiled after every prank. They fly out of the school hall like heroes on broomsticks; it's like they hand out prank candies and then watch the fun with their arms folded. The next shot for them in the movie is the separation of life and death. I remember when Voldemort's army was approaching, Lupin and Tonks stretched out their hands, but they almost didn't reach them after they had enough. Their son was just born, but Lupin still stood firmly on the wall and told Kingsley that it was not the number of people but the determination that determined the outcome. What is moving is that when examining the deceased, the hands of the two of them still touched each other, and their fingers spread out. Lupin told Harry that his son would one day understand why his parents gave his life. I remember Ron and Hermione kissing in the secret room, when the flood receded, they had been around each other for so many years, but they had just understood what they wanted for each other. They want to know and love each other for a long time, but they are willing to stand behind Harry and even walk the road of death with him. I remember that before the start of the war, Professor McGonagall was already grey-haired and stood in front of Harry Potter. She solemnly cast the curse of "I wanted to try" with a solemn expression on her face. She led the armor in the castle. The animals in the forest fought with all the teachers and students. She bought time for the students to escape to the defensive circle before she was about to fall. Of course, when it comes to the love between family, the love between lovers, the love between friends, the love between teachers and students, and then the love for the entire wizarding society, how can we miss Snape? The professor. I didn’t like this professor in the first part. He was wearing a black robe for abstinence, with greasy black hair and a big hooked nose. He spoke coldly, and he would scrape through the cellar when he walked. He always goes against Harry, my favorite little wizard. He said that fame doesn't mean everything. When I saw Hermione burn his robe, my friends around me and I clapped and applauded. Yes, although Quirrell was the last bad guy, who would like the big bat Snape? Alan Rickman, who plays Snape, knew the final outcome of the professor early in the morning, so there was an extra scene in the third part where the professor protected the trio in front of the werewolves. I saw his robe hunting and flying, and the outline of his face was surprisingly firm, but Sirius was the one who had been wronged and shined in the ordinary, while Snape was still harsh, harsh, and unkind. At the end of the fourth part, Professor Snape was ready and set out again to become the principal's spy. He was still in a black robe, although he looked a little more tired in the movie, and perhaps his hair was more greasy. He walks on the brink of death all the time, but his credit is tightly wrapped in the blackness of him. In the fifth book, I saw his childhood, loneliness, autism, being discriminated against, being teased, being ostracized by everyone, not pleasing the teachers, and the saddest thing is that his only friend fell in love with him. Own enemy. I began to think that his arrogance and loneliness were just to hide his painful past. He could have grown up happily like other children, but he personally shut off the only sunshine in his life. In the sixth part, how much people hate him for killing the principal, in the seventh part, how sad he will be. He could also sit on the hillside and conjure a daisy for his beloved girl. He can also lie on the grass, regardless of how long the time is. But because of a stupid but irretrievable mistake, he personally ruined the life of his beloved girl, even though he had already prayed on his feet, had crying and repented, and even though he was disappointed, he feared that he was desperately willing to give everything, but everything It's long gone. He always believed that he was guilty, so he chose to live in the dark corner he created, he chose to live in endless guilt and constant redemption. He didn't even want to let Harry know that he was good to him, although he would not hesitate to pay his life for these green eyes. In his life, there have never been honors, praises, flowers, or applause. No one knows his greatness or what role he played in the whole war. When Professor McGonagall called him a "coward", many people burst into tears, because he was the opposite of "coward"-the bravest man in the world. He never found a sense of belonging. The Dark Lord he was loyal to was just using him. The principal he later followed felt that his soul was not as important as a sixth-grade student. He only lived for himself and kept all the secrets and selfishly. Memory, if it weren't for helping Harry complete the final task, and being as proud as him, how could he expose his most secret wounds to the air. He indirectly killed his favorite woman, was forced to kill his most respected elder, and finally put all the boys he had to protect to death. The only solace in his life, perhaps at the moment of dying, seeing his dreaming eyes, he said: Look at me, then turned his head and stopped breathing. Oh, no, he is not a good person in the secular sense, he is still mean and paranoid, but he has no doubt, with his persistent and long love, repaying the world. When he summoned the silver doe and said the sentence: Always, he was more worthy of people's tears and respect from the heart than the principal or even the heroic boy Harry. With love, there is a fairy tale ending. And because of dreams, those unremarkable people can go on step by step. Just like Harry Potter, from an eleven-year-old with round eyes who asked three questions about the wizarding world, he became brave, tough, and fraternity. He was reckless and made mistakes, but he was still willing to push forward, trust others, and give his life. He is imperfect like everyone in the novel, but he has his own life. When we saw the eleven-year-old Ron find the eleven-year-old Harry in the carriage, who could have imagined that this pale boy, the red-haired reckless teenager, and the proud brown shaggy girl, The three of them will create such a magnificent miracle? Nineteen years later, when he rushed across platform nine and three-quarters with his youngest son Absi, there was warm laughter and endless applause from the audience. Because of love and dreams, all was well, Everything is fine. Regarding growing up in a speech contest, I said that growing up is what I used to love the boy with a round face and big eyes, wearing a red striped scarf and flying an owl in the white snow, but now, I will do it for Alan Rickman. The old opera bones were overwhelmed by their look, gesture, and boldness of turning around. The audience roared with laughter, and good friends patted me on the shoulder and said that I had evolved from "Zhengtai Control" to "Uncle Control". The teacher serving as a judge came to me privately, and she asked me if I had read "When You Are Old" by Yeats. It turns out that growth means that you will not only indulge in the brilliance of the exterior, but you also know how to appreciate the inner kindness, calmness, calmness, toughness and other qualities. You can understand how time passes through your skin and what time is like. Become another kind of grace. I read Harry Potter, Magic Potions, Broomsticks and Dragons after college. The Battle between Good and Evil is no longer so attractive to me, but every time I read, I feel that those characters are gradually filling up in my heart. The omnipotent heroes in the story were finally dragged off the altar one after another. The little boy who was destined to defeat the Dark Lord and save the world. He experienced a rather violent adolescence. He was impulsive and reckless. He stubbornly refused to learn Occlumency because of his personal prejudice against Professor Snape. Because of his own speculation, he led his friends to the Ministry of Magic to take risks, and finally witnessed the death of his only relative, the godfather. Principal Dumbledore, the greatest wizard in the world, was exposed in the seventh book and had a dark experience of learning black magic. He was also a cowardly person who could not take responsibility. He might even kill Up his sister. Looking around, we can still see the arrogance and ignorance of James and Sirius when they were young and crazy, Ron's occasional cowardice and betrayal, and Hermione's nerdy habits when they were young. Those who are unknown in the story have a glorious ending in the end. Although Neville still couldn't make a pot of potion, he used his ability to explode the cauldron on the bridge. He transformed into a long one in the last one, became assertive and responsible. He was able to stand up alone to challenge Voldemort and behead Nagini at the most critical moment. The gloomy Professor Snape was confirmed to be warm and bright in his heart. Although he was still mean and unkind, all his obscurity and his long-term loyal love touched the hearts of countless fans. The number one tear gas in the movie. And in the second part, Dobby, who always caused trouble, died in the most respectable and greatest way for a house-elf, and Draco Malfoy, who was always against Potter, also played at critical moments. Played an important role. Reading Harry Potter always makes me think In the real world, it will never be black and white, but there are too many gray areas in it. It's like I've traveled to several countries, every time I want to integrate into a new society and culture, it always makes me distressed. Encountering all kinds of people, seeing all kinds of things without warning, encountering difficulties in life, encountering emotional setbacks, struggling between dreams and cruel reality, or just whether you should trust a person, in the end Accept that job-there is no way to distinguish right from wrong with all the choices, but once you decide, you can never look back. I always say that I have grown from a sharp and sensitive girl to an easy-going person. I know how to accept all the dark sides of human nature, but I believe in the warmth and openness of everyone's heart. I am very optimistic, credulous, and kind. I don’t say how perfect I grew up, but I am quite able to adapt to the new environment, and I can always achieve seemingly distant goals. Later, I wondered when this change happened, but found out that it was Harry Potter. Taught me such a lesson throughout my teenage years. In the process of growing up, I also had a lot of British dreams because of Harry Potter. Fancy that one day I can walk on the foggy streets of London, with Victorian buildings on the side of the road, and I can go to the red phone booth of the Ministry of Magic in the movie. The men walking on the street wore top hats, long trench coats and breeches, and their clothes tumbled like Professor Snape when they walked. Both boys and girls have clear blue eyes, wear white shirts like those in the movie, and wear striped ties decently. I am also fascinated by Alan Rickman, Gary Oldman, Maggie Smith and Helena because of Harry Potter. I think of many nights, after finishing my homework, watching a British movie in the dorm with the lights turned off—there are no fighting scenes, and no ups and downs of love, hatred, and ups and downs, just like getting up in the morning and opening the curtains and looking at the sun It is always warm and beautiful, as elegant as a chrysanthemum, as it shines on a lawn covered with dew. Compared with Hollywood's all-you-can-eat sweet girls, I love the charm hidden in Maggie Smith's wrinkles more. Her temperament in every gesture, fierce or gentle in her eyes, is very different when playing different characters. Aura. Compared to American English with my tongue rolled up, I can listen to Shakespeare’s sonnets read by Alan Rickman all night, his voice is like velvet at midnight, like melted hot chocolate, like the string of a piano. Over the cello. His words are round and full, and his deep and hoarse voice is still extremely sexy even after decades. Later, when I grew up, I knew that London had long since got rid of the name of "the capital of fog"; because of the popularity of mobile phones, red telephone booths have rarely been seen; besides gentlemen in the UK A lot of playboys; the grandparents of that year have grown up and got married, and their hair is gradually sparse; and those teenagers in school uniforms no longer look like what I imagined. When I was studying in France, I missed the opportunity to realize the British dream due to various coincidences, but I knew that my real idea was instead of seeing how cruel time is in the real world, it is better to let the good things live in my fantasy. I often think about how I would grow up without Harry Potter. I may still be a lively and cheerful person, but I will always lose those friends who appeared in my life because of Harry Potter; I may still go to my current school and my current unit, but I may not be able to calmly face it. All kinds of difficulties, stick to my own path, I might still write a column, but if it weren’t for Aunt Rowling to tell me how powerful a good narrator is, I might not insist on using words to warm people’s hearts. Small dreams. At the end, I always believed that Professor Dumbledore would send me a letter of enrollment, but because China is so big, the owl sending the letter must be lost. I always think that the broom can fly. I even trimmed the shape of the broom at home, and because I tried to polish the broom with shoe polish, my mother knocked a few chestnuts. I always dreamed that I was Harry Potter, Ron, Hermione, or Harry Potter's distant cousin. Slowly I started to think, oh, even the arrogant and arrogant blonde Malfoy or Neville who always blows up the cauldron, as long as I can participate in their magic and life. Forgetting what day it was, I began to realize that the broomstick in the corner would never fly, the owl would never come, and the war and death in the story were no longer my dreams. But magic must still exist, otherwise, why hula la la, I matured and grown up, I went through elementary school, junior high school, high school, and even university, and became an accountant in an office building. More importantly, why ten years later, when I look around, there are still so many people walking around me, we are still laughing and making noise, we remember all the spells, we have a common topic that we can’t finish talking about, we also Always show up next to each other when they need it. Harry Potter is a gift. When we were most naive, our lives became more colorful because of its existence; our forward became more motivated and perseverance; our dreams became more beautiful And colorful. Apart from thanking him for the ten years with him, I can't think of any more beautiful or sensational words. Just like Aunt Rowling said, no matter how far the road goes in the future, Hogwarts is always waiting for us to come back! The Zhengtais of those years have grown up and got married, and their hair has gradually dwindled; and those teenagers in school uniforms no longer look like what I had imagined. When I was studying in France, I missed the opportunity to realize the British dream due to various coincidences, but I knew that my real idea was instead of seeing how cruel time is in the real world, it is better to let the good things live in my fantasy. I often think about how I would grow up without Harry Potter. I may still be a lively and cheerful person, but I will always lose those friends who appeared in my life because of Harry Potter; I may still go to my current school and my current unit, but I may not be able to calmly face it. All kinds of difficulties, stick to my own path, I might still write a column, but if it weren’t for Aunt Rowling to tell me how powerful a good narrator is, I might not insist on using words to warm people’s hearts. Small dreams. At the end, I always believed that Professor Dumbledore would send me a letter of enrollment, but because China is so big, the owl sending the letter must be lost. I always think that the broom can fly. I even trimmed the shape of the broom at home, and because I tried to polish the broom with shoe polish, my mother knocked a few chestnuts. I always dreamed that I was Harry Potter, Ron, Hermione, or Harry Potter's distant cousin. Slowly I started to think, oh, even the arrogant and arrogant blonde Malfoy or Neville who always blows up the cauldron, as long as I can participate in their magic and life. Forgetting what day it was, I began to realize that the broomstick in the corner would never fly, the owl would never come, and the war and death in the story were no longer my dreams. But magic must still exist, otherwise, why hula la la, I matured and grown up, I went through elementary school, junior high school, high school, and even university, and became an accountant in an office building. More importantly, why ten years later, when I look around, there are still so many people walking around me, we are still laughing and making noise, we remember all the spells, we have a common topic that we can’t finish talking about, we also Always show up next to each other when they need it. Harry Potter is a gift. When we were most naive, our lives became more colorful because of its existence; our forward became more motivated and perseverance; our dreams became more beautiful And colorful. Apart from thanking him for the ten years with him, I can't think of any more beautiful or sensational words. Just like Aunt Rowling said, no matter how far the road goes in the future, Hogwarts is always waiting for us to come back! The Zhengtais of those years have grown up and got married, and their hair has gradually dwindled; and those teenagers in school uniforms no longer look like what I had imagined. When I was studying in France, I missed the opportunity to realize the British dream due to various coincidences, but I knew that my real idea was instead of seeing how cruel time is in the real world, it is better to let the good things live in my fantasy. I often think about how I would grow up without Harry Potter. I may still be a lively and cheerful person, but I will always lose those friends who appeared in my life because of Harry Potter; I may still go to my current school and my current unit, but I may not be able to calmly face it. All kinds of difficulties, stick to my own path, I might still write a column, but if it weren’t for Aunt Rowling to tell me how powerful a good narrator is, I might not insist on using words to warm people’s hearts. Small dreams. At the end, I always believed that Professor Dumbledore would send me a letter of enrollment, but because China is so big, the owl sending the letter must be lost. I always think that the broom can fly. I even trimmed the shape of the broom at home, and because I tried to polish the broom with shoe polish, my mother knocked a few chestnuts. I always dreamed that I was Harry Potter, Ron, Hermione, or Harry Potter's distant cousin. Slowly I started to think, oh, even the arrogant and arrogant blonde Malfoy or Neville who always blows up the cauldron, as long as I can participate in their magic and life. Forgetting what day it was, I began to realize that the broomstick in the corner would never fly, the owl would never come, and the war and death in the story were no longer my dreams. But magic must still exist, otherwise, why hula la la, I matured and grown up, I went through elementary school, junior high school, high school, and even university, and became an accountant in an office building. More importantly, why ten years later, when I look around, there are still so many people walking around me, we are still laughing and making noise, we remember all the spells, we have a common topic that we can’t finish talking about, we also Always show up next to each other when they need it. Harry Potter is a gift. When we were most naive, our lives became more colorful because of its existence; our forward became more motivated and perseverance; our dreams became more beautiful And colorful. Apart from thanking him for the ten years with him, I can't think of any more beautiful or sensational words. Just like Aunt Rowling said, no matter how far the road goes in the future, Hogwarts is always waiting for us to come back! It has gradually become scarce; and those teenagers in school uniforms no longer look like I imagined them. When I was studying in France, I missed the opportunity to realize the British dream due to various coincidences, but I knew that my real idea was instead of seeing how cruel time is in the real world, it is better to let the good things live in my fantasy. I often think about how I would grow up without Harry Potter. I may still be a lively and cheerful person, but I will always lose those friends who appeared in my life because of Harry Potter; I may still go to my current school and my current unit, but I may not be able to calmly face it. All kinds of difficulties, stick to my own path, I might still write a column, but if it weren’t for Aunt Rowling to tell me how powerful a good narrator is, I might not insist on using words to warm people’s hearts. Small dreams. At the end, I always believed that Professor Dumbledore would send me a letter of enrollment, but because China is so big, the owl sending the letter must be lost. I always think that the broom can fly. I even trimmed the shape of the broom at home, and because I tried to polish the broom with shoe polish, my mother knocked a few chestnuts. I always dreamed that I was Harry Potter, Ron, Hermione, or Harry Potter's distant cousin. Slowly I started to think, oh, even the arrogant and arrogant blonde Malfoy or Neville who always blows up the cauldron, as long as I can participate in their magic and life. Forgetting what day it was, I began to realize that the broomstick in the corner would never fly, the owl would never come, and the war and death in the story were no longer my dreams. But magic must still exist, otherwise, why hula la la, I matured and grown up, I went through elementary school, junior high school, high school, and even university, and became an accountant in an office building. More importantly, why ten years later, when I look around, there are still so many people walking around me, we are still laughing and making noise, we remember all the spells, we have a common topic that we can’t finish talking about, we also Always show up next to each other when they need it. Harry Potter is a gift. When we were most naive, our lives became more colorful because of its existence; our forward became more motivated and perseverance; our dreams became more beautiful And colorful. Apart from thanking him for the ten years with him, I can't think of any more beautiful or sensational words. Just like Aunt Rowling said, no matter how far the road goes in the future, Hogwarts is always waiting for us to come back! It has gradually become scarce; and those teenagers in school uniforms no longer look like I imagined them. When I was studying in France, I missed the opportunity to realize the British dream due to various coincidences, but I knew that my real idea was instead of seeing how cruel time is in the real world, it is better to let the good things live in my fantasy. I often think about how I would grow up without Harry Potter. I may still be a lively and cheerful person, but I will always lose those friends who appeared in my life because of Harry Potter; I may still go to my current school and my current unit, but I may not be able to calmly face it. All kinds of difficulties, stick to my own path, I might still write a column, but if it weren’t for Aunt Rowling to tell me how powerful a good narrator is, I might not insist on using words to warm people’s hearts. Small dreams. At the end, I always believed that Professor Dumbledore would send me a letter of enrollment, but because China is so big, the owl sending the letter must be lost. I always think that the broom can fly. I even trimmed the shape of the broom at home, and because I tried to polish the broom with shoe polish, my mother knocked a few chestnuts. I always dreamed that I was Harry Potter, Ron, Hermione, or Harry Potter's distant cousin. Slowly I started to think, oh, even the arrogant and arrogant blonde Malfoy or Neville who always blows up the cauldron, as long as I can participate in their magic and life. Forgetting what day it was, I began to realize that the broomstick in the corner would never fly, the owl would never come, and the war and death in the story were no longer my dreams. But magic must still exist, otherwise, why hula la la, I matured and grown up, I went through elementary school, junior high school, high school, and even university, and became an accountant in an office building. More importantly, why ten years later, when I look around, there are still so many people walking around me, we are still laughing and making noise, we remember all the spells, we have a common topic that we can’t finish talking about, we also Always show up next to each other when they need it. Harry Potter is a gift. When we were most naive, our lives became more colorful because of its existence; our forward became more motivated and perseverance; our dreams became more beautiful And colorful. Apart from thanking him for the ten years with him, I can't think of any more beautiful or sensational words. Just like Aunt Rowling said, no matter how far the road goes in the future, Hogwarts is always waiting for us to come back! The look you want. When I was studying in France, I missed the opportunity to realize the British dream due to various coincidences, but I knew that my real idea was instead of seeing how cruel time is in the real world, it is better to let the good things live in my fantasy. I often think about how I would grow up without Harry Potter. I may still be a lively and cheerful person, but I will always lose those friends who appeared in my life because of Harry Potter; I may still go to my current school and my current unit, but I may not be able to calmly face it. All kinds of difficulties, stick to my own path, I might still write a column, but if it weren’t for Aunt Rowling to tell me how powerful a good narrator is, I might not insist on using words to warm people’s hearts. Small dreams. At the end, I always believed that Professor Dumbledore would send me a letter of enrollment, but because China is so big, the owl sending the letter must be lost. I always think that the broom can fly. I even trimmed the shape of the broom at home, and because I tried to polish the broom with shoe polish, my mother knocked a few chestnuts. I always dreamed that I was Harry Potter, Ron, Hermione, or Harry Potter's distant cousin. Slowly I started to think, oh, even the arrogant and arrogant blonde Malfoy or Neville who always blows up the cauldron, as long as I can participate in their magic and life. Forgetting what day it was, I began to realize that the broomstick in the corner would never fly, the owl would never come, and the war and death in the story were no longer my dreams. But magic must still exist, otherwise, why hula la la, I matured and grown up, I went through elementary school, junior high school, high school, and even university, and became an accountant in an office building. More importantly, why ten years later, when I look around, there are still so many people walking around me, we are still laughing and making noise, we remember all the spells, we have a common topic that we can’t finish talking about, we also Always show up next to each other when they need it. Harry Potter is a gift. When we were most naive, our lives became more colorful because of its existence; our forward became more motivated and perseverance; our dreams became more beautiful And colorful. Apart from thanking him for the ten years with him, I can't think of any more beautiful or sensational words. Just like Aunt Rowling said, no matter how far the road goes in the future, Hogwarts is always waiting for us to come back! The look you want. When I was studying in France, I missed the opportunity to realize the British dream due to various coincidences, but I knew that my real idea was instead of seeing how cruel time is in the real world, it is better to let the good things live in my fantasy. I often think about how I would grow up without Harry Potter. I may still be a lively and cheerful person, but I will always lose those friends who appeared in my life because of Harry Potter; I may still go to my current school and my current unit, but I may not be able to calmly face it. All kinds of difficulties, stick to my own path, I might still write a column, but if it weren’t for Aunt Rowling to tell me how powerful a good narrator is, I might not insist on using words to warm people’s hearts. Small dreams. At the end, I always believed that Professor Dumbledore would send me a letter of enrollment, but because China is so big, the owl sending the letter must be lost. I always think that the broom can fly. I even trimmed the shape of the broom at home, and because I tried to polish the broom with shoe polish, my mother knocked a few chestnuts. I always dreamed that I was Harry Potter, Ron, Hermione, or Harry Potter's distant cousin. Slowly I started to think, oh, even the arrogant and arrogant blonde Malfoy or Neville who always blows up the cauldron, as long as I can participate in their magic and life. Forgetting what day it was, I began to realize that the broomstick in the corner would never fly, the owl would never come, and the war and death in the story were no longer my dreams. But magic must still exist, otherwise, why hula la la, I matured and grown up, I went through elementary school, junior high school, high school, and even university, and became an accountant in an office building. More importantly, why ten years later, when I look around, there are still so many people walking around me, we are still laughing and making noise, we remember all the spells, we have a common topic that we can’t finish talking about, we also Always show up next to each other when they need it. Harry Potter is a gift. When we were most naive, our lives became more colorful because of its existence; our forward became more motivated and perseverance; our dreams became more beautiful And colorful. Apart from thanking him for the ten years with him, I can't think of any more beautiful or sensational words. Just like Aunt Rowling said, no matter how far the road goes in the future, Hogwarts is always waiting for us to come back! How cruel in the world, it is better to let the beauty live forever in the fantasy. I often think about how I would grow up without Harry Potter. I may still be a lively and cheerful person, but I will always lose those friends who appeared in my life because of Harry Potter; I may still go to my current school and my current unit, but I may not be able to calmly face it. All kinds of difficulties, stick to my own path, I might still write a column, but if it weren’t for Aunt Rowling to tell me how powerful a good narrator is, I might not insist on using words to warm people’s hearts. Small dreams. At the end, I always believed that Professor Dumbledore would send me a letter of enrollment, but because China is so big, the owl sending the letter must be lost. I always think that the broom can fly. I even trimmed the shape of the broom at home, and because I tried to polish the broom with shoe polish, my mother knocked a few chestnuts. I always dreamed that I was Harry Potter, Ron, Hermione, or Harry Potter's distant cousin. Slowly I started to think, oh, even the arrogant and arrogant blonde Malfoy or Neville who always blows up the cauldron, as long as I can participate in their magic and life. Forgetting what day it was, I began to realize that the broomstick in the corner would never fly, the owl would never come, and the war and death in the story were no longer my dreams. But magic must still exist, otherwise, why hula la la, I matured and grown up, I went through elementary school, junior high school, high school, and even university, and became an accountant in an office building. More importantly, why ten years later, when I look around, there are still so many people walking around me, we are still laughing and making noise, we remember all the spells, we have a common topic that we can’t finish talking about, we also Always show up next to each other when they need it. Harry Potter is a gift. When we were most naive, our lives became more colorful because of its existence; our forward became more motivated and perseverance; our dreams became more beautiful And colorful. Apart from thanking him for the ten years with him, I can't think of any more beautiful or sensational words. Just like Aunt Rowling said, no matter how far the road goes in the future, Hogwarts is always waiting for us to come back! How cruel in the world, it is better to let the beauty live forever in the fantasy. I often think about how I would grow up without Harry Potter. I may still be a lively and cheerful person, but I will always lose those friends who appeared in my life because of Harry Potter; I may still go to my current school and my current unit, but I may not be able to calmly face it. All kinds of difficulties, stick to my own path, I might still write a column, but if it weren’t for Aunt Rowling to tell me how powerful a good narrator is, I might not insist on using words to warm people’s hearts. Small dreams. At the end, I always believed that Professor Dumbledore would send me a letter of enrollment, but because China is so big, the owl sending the letter must be lost. I always think that the broom can fly. I even trimmed the shape of the broom at home, and because I tried to polish the broom with shoe polish, my mother knocked a few chestnuts. I always dreamed that I was Harry Potter, Ron, Hermione, or Harry Potter's distant cousin. Slowly I started to think, oh, even the arrogant and arrogant blonde Malfoy or Neville who always blows up the cauldron, as long as I can participate in their magic and life. Forgetting what day it was, I began to realize that the broomstick in the corner would never fly, the owl would never come, and the war and death in the story were no longer my dreams. But magic must still exist, otherwise, why hula la la, I matured and grown up, I went through elementary school, junior high school, high school, and even university, and became an accountant in an office building. More importantly, why ten years later, when I look around, there are still so many people walking around me, we are still laughing and making noise, we remember all the spells, we have a common topic that we can’t finish talking about, we also Always show up next to each other when they need it. Harry Potter is a gift. When we were most naive, our lives became more colorful because of its existence; our forward became more motivated and perseverance; our dreams became more beautiful And colorful. Apart from thanking him for the ten years with him, I can't think of any more beautiful or sensational words. Just like Aunt Rowling said, no matter how far the road goes in the future, Hogwarts is always waiting for us to come back! Facing all kinds of difficulties calmly and sticking to my own path, I might still write a column, but if it weren’t for Aunt Rowling to tell me how powerful a good narrator really is, I might not insist on warming with words. The humble and small dream of the human heart. At the end, I always believed that Professor Dumbledore would send me a letter of enrollment, but because China is so big, the owl sending the letter must be lost. I always think that the broom can fly. I even trimmed the shape of the broom at home, and because I tried to polish the broom with shoe polish, my mother knocked a few chestnuts. I always dreamed that I was Harry Potter, Ron, Hermione, or Harry Potter's distant cousin. Slowly I started to think, oh, even the arrogant and arrogant blonde Malfoy or Neville who always blows up the cauldron, as long as I can participate in their magic and life. Forgetting what day it was, I began to realize that the broomstick in the corner would never fly, the owl would never come, and the war and death in the story were no longer my dreams. But magic must still exist, otherwise, why hula la la, I matured and grown up, I went through elementary school, junior high school, high school, and even university, and became an accountant in an office building. More importantly, why ten years later, when I look around, there are still so many people walking around me, we are still laughing and making noise, we remember all the spells, we have a common topic that we can’t finish talking about, we also Always show up next to each other when they need it. Harry Potter is a gift. When we were most naive, our lives became more colorful because of its existence; our forward became more motivated and perseverance; our dreams became more beautiful And colorful. Apart from thanking him for the ten years with him, I can't think of any more beautiful or sensational words. Just like Aunt Rowling said, no matter how far the road goes in the future, Hogwarts is always waiting for us to come back! Facing all kinds of difficulties calmly and sticking to my own path, I might still write a column, but if it weren’t for Aunt Rowling to tell me how powerful a good narrator really is, I might not insist on warming with words. The humble and small dream of the human heart. At the end, I always believed that Professor Dumbledore would send me a letter of enrollment, but because China is so big, the owl sending the letter must be lost. I always think that the broom can fly. I even trimmed the shape of the broom at home, and because I tried to polish the broom with shoe polish, my mother knocked a few chestnuts. I always dreamed that I was Harry Potter, Ron, Hermione, or Harry Potter's distant cousin. Slowly I started to think, oh, even the arrogant and arrogant blonde Malfoy or Neville who always blows up the cauldron, as long as I can participate in their magic and life. Forgetting what day it was, I began to realize that the broomstick in the corner would never fly, the owl would never come, and the war and death in the story were no longer my dreams. But magic must still exist, otherwise, why hula la la, I matured and grown up, I went through elementary school, junior high school, high school, and even university, and became an accountant in an office building. More importantly, why ten years later, when I look around, there are still so many people walking around me, we are still laughing and making noise, we remember all the spells, we have a common topic that we can’t finish talking about, we also Always show up next to each other when they need it. Harry Potter is a gift. When we were most naive, our lives became more colorful because of its existence; our forward became more motivated and perseverance; our dreams became more beautiful And colorful. Apart from thanking him for the ten years with him, I can't think of any more beautiful or sensational words. Just like Aunt Rowling said, no matter how far the road goes in the future, Hogwarts is always waiting for us to come back! I began to think, oh, even the arrogant blonde Malfoy or Neville who always blows up the cauldron, as long as I can participate in their magic and life. Forgetting what day it was, I began to realize that the broomstick in the corner would never fly, the owl would never come, and the war and death in the story were no longer my dreams. But magic must still exist, otherwise, why hula la la, I matured and grown up, I went through elementary school, junior high school, high school, and even university, and became an accountant in an office building. More importantly, why ten years later, when I look around, there are still so many people walking around me, we are still laughing and making noise, we remember all the spells, we have a common topic that we can’t finish talking about, we also Always show up next to each other when they need it. Harry Potter is a gift. When we were most naive, our lives became more colorful because of its existence; our forward became more motivated and perseverance; our dreams became more beautiful And colorful. Apart from thanking him for the ten years with him, I can't think of any more beautiful or sensational words. Just like Aunt Rowling said, no matter how far the road goes in the future, Hogwarts is always waiting for us to come back! I began to think, oh, even the arrogant and arrogant blonde Malfoy or Neville who always blows up the cauldron, as long as I can participate in their magic and life. Forgetting what day it was, I began to realize that the broomstick in the corner would never fly, the owl would never come, and the war and death in the story were no longer my dreams. But magic must still exist, otherwise, why do you huff around? I will mature and grow up. I have gone through elementary school, junior high school, high school, and even university, and became an accountant in an office building. More importantly, why ten years later, when I look around, there are still so many people walking around me, we are still smiling and making trouble, we remember all the spells, we have a common topic that we can never talk about, we also Always show up next to each other when they need it. Harry Potter is a gift. When we were most naive, our lives became more colorful because of its existence; our forward became more motivated and perseverance; our dreams became more beautiful And colorful. Apart from thanking him for the ten years with him, I can't think of any more beautiful or sensational words. Just like Aunt Rowling said, no matter how far the road goes in the future, Hogwarts is always waiting for us to come back!
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