I'd like to give you all the stars if I could, Harry.
This summer vacation is the worst summer vacation in history. I failed the college entrance examination and was hindered by Midi, and I was baptized with saliva all day at home. Seeing Harry again was the only thing to look forward to.
Maybe subconsciously welcoming today, I slept for sixteen hours. After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to go to the 4:40 show. There are not many children, and the couple is waiting for the night. It was a good choice, about half of the people were seated. There are inexplicable children, and adults who just read the introduction on the poster, with big bags of snacks and popcorn, and
always feel that many people who have not even seen the original book are very blasphemous to go to Harry Potter thing. They don't understand a lot of feelings, and they can't understand it. They will think that Harry Ron and Hermione are in a love triangle, and they will laugh lewdly when Hermione Ron and Harry Ginny are kissing in order to see Hermione's low-cut dress.
I was the first to rush into the theater. It's an obsessive-compulsive disorder and chose No. 7 in the third row. They have three iron triangles, and this is the end of the seventh part.
I knew I was going to cry when the screen went dark. Because by the end of the book I've cried countless times. I saw Fleur and Bill's Shell Cottage, I saw Dobby's Grave, I saw Gringotts, I saw Hog's Head, I saw Neville leading Harry back to school, and I saw Harry's friends coming for him Rejoice, see Professor McGonagall dueling with Snape, see Professor McGonagall ordered to defend the school, see the fight begin, see the screaming shed Professor Snape closes his eyes, see Harry in the Pensieve , seeing Harry walking towards the Forbidden Forest, seeing his death and rebirth, until nineteen years later, Harry became a father and no longer a child.
Severus Snape is the most difficult character to describe, from most hated to favorite. He is the greatest man of all. I don't care about myself, I only care about Lily. Dear Potions Professor, we all love you.
Every kid who grew up with Harry waited for the owl with the Hogwarts admission notice to bang on the glass, expecting a Hagrid to take himself to bang diagonally in front of the litter box in the Leaky Cauldron At the gate of the alley, you can buy chocolate-flavored ice cream with raspberries and crushed nuts at Florin's Cold Drinks Store, pick your own wand at Ollivander, choose pets at Ella Owl Store, and buy it at Lishen Bookstore to the peculiar magic book.
But I waited so long, why didn't I get my owl?
If it doesn't show up again, my childhood will be over.
In fact, my childhood has long since ended. At the end of the story, after I failed the college entrance exam, I'm still living the days I stole from Harry.
I'm old enough to tell the difference between Harry and Daniel. Strictly speaking, that little Harry with glasses is my first love. That's the person I first dreamed of.
I was the last person to walk out of the theater and the only person to cry during that movie.
Only this time it's over, and for me, there's no more Harry.
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