At that time, there was still a picture of little Harry entering Hogwarts for the first time in the iPad at hand, but the story ended in a blink of an eye. The so-called awakening from a big dream is probably like this.
Previously, because a certain red blockbuster got in the way of foreign countries, I first went to Ha 7, so there were various comments on the Internet, and some friends came to tell me how this film was not satisfactory, how the protagonist became more and more disabled, and how to delete most of the plot. .
It's a pity they don't understand, ten years of fanaticism has long been enough to blind a pair of critical eyes and create a complex. What kind of place will a story that has been chasing for ten years occupy in your life, I am afraid it has already penetrated into the breath and flesh.
Besides, it took me ten years to finally admit that I was a Muggle sadly.
I still remember watching Harry Potter for the first time. Together with Laodou at the Beijing Geological Auditorium. The popcorn in his hand was sticky, and Coke was sprinkled all over his body. When he first saw the magical golden snitch, he was overwhelmed with excitement. Hedwig, the white owl, is so beautiful. Can a broom really fly? You must try it when you get home. Hermione is so smart. After reading it, Laodou said excitedly, oh, that golden snitch is so fun, if anyone invents such a thing, it would be great.
I don't really remember who I watched the second room with, I only remember watching it three times. One movie, two discs. I watched the third part with my dear junior sister Meimei and my boyfriend at the time. At that time, he saw a loud snoring half asleep in the cinema, but I was chatting with Meimei and forgot to buy the ticket. The thief went to the phone. Then there is the fourth part, watching the Goblet of Fire with the gang of lines. At that time, Cedric, who was a fledgling, had not yet become the tender cow Wufang in today's twilight. Then the fifth, sixth, and seventh, with my dear Xiaoguang and Meimei, stretched out their legs and watched it in the cinema.
Of the various books, the one I remember the most is about the Half-Blood Prince.
When the book Half-Blood Prince first came out, it was the summer of my sophomore year.
All kinds of playful and addicted young people do not want to go home or be controlled by their parents. They always feel that life is all kinds of tossing, and the scenery and spirit are like a fire burning in their hearts. I was like two mice with nothing to do with him at that time. But still thinking of buying this book. Later, a friend who was no longer in contact sent me a copy without a word, and also drew a marijuana leaf on the title page. Because of this, I will probably remember him for the rest of my life.
And my dear Jiang Qiuqiu, the guy who wrote me a letter with leaves and told me excitedly about the release time of every Harry Potter movie in North America and China. In these many years of life, she has always been by her side.
Every Harry Potter movie I've seen has given it a perfect score, that's no reason at all.
No matter how flawed it is as a movie. As far as I am concerned, it is actually just a transformation from a reader to a movie fan, and those missing parts are simply filled in by the novel complex in my heart.
Although there was never an owl to tell me that I was admitted to Hogwarts, and the broom couldn't fly, "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" became the last movie I watched with Laodou, who was snoring in the theater at that time Her boyfriend has long been a passerby, and the gang members are scattered all over the world, but such a magical world has always been by her side.
Every time I touch it, the whole person will enter a grand and beautiful mood, and it seems that all the flowers in my heart are blooming. Those struggles in life become insignificant.
In the blink of an eye, Harry Potter rode the Firebolt on the screen to cross the youngest and most beautiful life, and also took away the most unforgettable part of my life off-screen. There will never be another decade that will be so young and frivolous.
A few days ago, I got a tattoo of the Deathly Hallows, and a netizen said that you are really reading Harry Potter with your life.
But life is always so fickle, you see, Harry Potter is about to end.
After watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows tonight, I cried until my mascara smeared my glasses, and went outside to find it was pouring rain. On such a rainy night in Chengdu, I suddenly thought that many years later, when my old teeth fall out and the wrinkles look like horizontal lines in a workbook, will I still remember Harry Potter and Hogwarts? Will you remember who those passions and tears were delivered to? Do you remember the people who read Harry Potter with me?
But it doesn't matter if I don't remember it, because I always believe that magic will exist forever in a certain corner and a certain place in this world.
Harry, Hermione, Ron, Neville, Malfoy, Ginny, Sirius, Dumbledore, Snape, etc. They will also have their descendants. Like me, they will also experience the highest and lowest attitudes in life and live hard.
Goodbye, dear Hogwarts, and thank you for all these years.
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