begins like a Cinderella: orphaned, emaciated boy with glasses, unwelcome living in aunt's house for ten years, told on his eleventh birthday that it was a magic school s student. Behind the ordinary image is not only an extraordinary life experience, but also a great and difficult career. Among them are wands, broomsticks, elves and owls.
People say it's a fairy tale.
At that time, he was called the boy who survived. He pushed the luggage cart into the wall between platforms 9 and 10, boarded the steaming train, and met his first friend.
My initial impression of the character Harry Potter should be almost the same as the appearance of Daniel Radcliffe, who first appeared on the screen: a small man, big eyes, quiet and pale, not much talk, always It is to use eyes to express the inner feelings of everything around you: sad, angry, or surprised, but lack of smile. The twinkling eyes were full of aura.
Like Ron, he has a talent for cold humour.
Dudley: I heard they put people's heads in the toilet when school starts.
Harry: I don't think the toilet has soaked your disgusting head. It might vomit.
Like Dumbledore, he was willing to trust people.
Fleur: Someone accidentally revealed the date to an outsider.
Harry: We have to trust each other. I trust you all, and I don't think anyone in this room would betray me to Voldemort.
He loves his friends like James.
Ron: He gave me a light extinguisher that worked, he must have known—I'm leaving.
Harry: No, he must know you've always wanted to come back.
Then, he was called the savior.
The world is like dew, floating like a dream. Harry Potter can't change his destiny. From a baby carried to Privet Drive by Hagrid, to a father of three "nineteen years later". It's so hard to think ordinary. But in the end, he still saw him carrying his wife and belt, and the scar on his forehead never hurt again.
Nineteen years are fleeting.
All is well.
She's smart; she solves all the complex riddles;
she's hardworking; Draco Malfoy may never understand how a Muggle-born kid can be number one every year;
she's confident; On the way to school for the first time, the magic display of the ox knife test has already stunned the two boys opposite;
she is kind; hates thousands of years of ignoring the shackles put on the house-elves, and tirelessly works on them Emancipation and freedom;
she is calm; the figure in the library searching for materials and thinking alone, let her first unlock the secrets of the secret room and discover the traces of the Deathly Hallows;
she is brave; silently erases the memory of her parents. Back to accompany Harry on the desperate road that may never come back;
she is persistent; Sirius fell into the veil and never came back, Dumbledore fell under the high wall and never opened again Eyes, Ron's paranoia also made him disappear into the rain curtain of the forest. She was the only one who stayed by Harry's side from beginning to end and never left.
She knew even better than Harry himself what he was supposed to do, she was his wisdom.
She is Hermione Granger.
He was ordinary; he came from the most ordinary family in the wizarding world, neither noble nor prominent;
he was ordinary; average grades, average intelligence. He was never the center of discussion at school;
he had low self-esteem; his homework was not as good as Hermione's, and he had no Harry legend. Even at home, the mother loved the little girl more than him;
he was friendly; he was the first on the train to reach out to Harry from the Muggle world without parents and friends;
he was happy; the Weasleys had no money No power, but they were a warm family;
he wasn't perfect, he'd held back, hesitated, betrayed, jealous, but his friendship was still Harry's greatest asset.
He is Ron Weasley.
They are Harry Potter's friends.
Like in Gossi Girl: With friends like these, who needs armies?
And Neville Longbottom, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Fred and George, Draco •Malfoy...
they're a bunch of school kids, flirting, suspicious, gossiping, bickering, and bickering in the gap between their busy school life and the increasingly heavy combat mission...
and those relatives who only appear in memory Generations - shaggy-haired Quidditch Seekers with glasses, bright and rebellious dark-haired teenagers who always look like sick prefects with mild smiles, sluggish little clumsy boys, bright red-haired girls , and the dark and lonely big nose with greasy hair... Some were killed, some spent twelve years in Azkaban, some spent more than ten years pretending to be a rat, and some endured the whole Social rejection died on the battlefield, and also, spent all of his life to complete a once-in-a-lifetime unrequited love.
At the end of the story, the time has just come to 1997, and subtly extended to nineteen years after that.
In the story, the three children who are afraid of loneliness and often forget their companions, those who lack self-confidence because of too many older brothers, who are arrogant and lonely and bury their heads in their studies, grow up step by step, mature, and gradually become responsible adults . But still can magic, can fly; can pass through platform nine and three-quarters and the brick walls of the Leaky Cauldron Hotel; don't get close to Hogwarts and suddenly think of an urgent matter and leave quickly; believe in all miracles and wonders for granted , never have to worry about not being able to land in Magical World - this is the background setting of the entire series, the most natural and therefore the most easily overlooked, but it will make all readers who have never flown and never been to Magical World, When I think of it occasionally, I feel a lot of emotion:
[Thank you, thank you JK Rowling, thank you Daniel, Emma and Rupert who dedicated their youth to Harry Potter, let us have ten years to forget, we Always just Muggles. ]
- our youth
February 1, 2002.
The traffic jam Sikong had seen before the Chinese New Year, although there were not as many cars in Nanjing back then.
Desperate, I rushed off the bus that had been motionless for a long time and ran all the way to the cinema. The girl who was waiting at the door immediately showed a happy expression of "fortunately I made an appointment with you half an hour earlier" when she saw me.
At that time, did I know that a fantasy journey was slowly unfolding in front of me?
The girl who watched my first HP movie with me once gave me a note in cursive script "on parchment with a quill pen" during recess, which had something to do with magic;
fourteen-year-old During the Spring Festival, I said seriously to my nine-year-old cousin that Hogwarts should have an admission letter for me, but unfortunately the owl that delivered the letter got lost on the way; when I
was fifteen years old, the first time an HP movie was released in China For the premiere, Daniel Radcliffe went to Beijing and Shanghai to promote. I was about to take the high school entrance exam and sighed annoyed because I couldn't go to the scene. A week after the premiere, a child in Beijing sent me a newspaper report of the event and a color-printed promotional poster;
the HP2 OST was released in China in the third year of junior high, and almost all audio-visual stores in Nanjing quickly searched for it for me. Can't find it all over the place. Then the girl from Shanghai I met online sent me a genuine CD;
there was a kid who said that if I became Minister of Magic or something in the future, she would be my secretary. All the actions she had done to me back then were all too familiar;
it rained heavily when the high school sports meeting was held, and I don’t know who was holding up an umbrella with the Hogwarts school badge in front of me. The person next to me said, why does he/she have this? I'm a Ha fan I haven't yet!
I have a group of friends, ranging from uncles to loli, who meet every year in the name of magic. The topics of discussion ranged from the number of posts on the forum to the launch of the new book, and now they simply gossip with each other, and they still enjoy it. It's just that I don't know when it started, and people don't come together anymore;
I once told one of them about the embarrassing thing of writing letters to Daniel in a ignorant youth, only to find out that the other party had done the same thing, so the two laughed at each other.
The eighteenth birthday present is a necklace of the Golden Snitch.
Rowling's books got thicker and thicker, and I was finally no longer the little radish head who had to save pocket money for a long time to buy a book.
When the finale was published, I was far away from home. From the fifth film onwards, there is no scene where everyone rushes to the cinema as soon as the exam is over.
Now, in my home, there are 1-7 complete books, two sets of original books in Chinese and English, the golden edition DVD and the original soundtrack OST of each movie, "Universal Screen" every year when the movie is released, and other various magazines with related news. And newspaper clippings, all kinds of peripheral products are countless.
I no longer have to worry about the news that the series will change the lead.
Ten years later, the dust has settled.
Outside of the play, they have gone their separate ways.
We, who are watching the play, have gone their separate ways.
How long have we been out of touch? Just knowing that the other person lives in a certain corner of a certain city;
how long have we been together like we used to be? Just think of those days when it's sunny;
how long have we not thought of each other? I just lied to myself and told myself that that concern still exists.
Whether you remember it or not, whether you like it or not, the past has turned into a vicissitudes of life.
Those things just go away. Those memories, just run away.
Under the sun, those candy-like friendships slowly melted.
It promises many things to go, and that means hope, which is fabulous. －Scars
of Time
Aunt Rowling now earns more than the Queen of England. All day long, she is busy litigating with many people who infringe her copyright in various ways. The poor single mother's life at the time has now become an inspirational talk for young people.
Daniel continued to act. The last time I saw him play a Nazi officer on TV in a hotel in New York, I almost fell off my glasses because of his angular appearance.
Emma went to Ivy League and then dropped out to become a new generation of fashion ambassador. Short hair, high heels, shiny jewelry, expensive clothing, smoky makeup, I'm almost unrecognizable in fashion.
The little white-faced Robert Pattinson who played Cedric back then has become a big hit now with Twilight.
Watching them meet for the last time at that premiere on July 7, 2011 brought tears to my eyes.
"Only I know how time has passed through my skin."
The cinema in Gulou Square, where I watched HP for the first time, has disappeared without a trace. After several changes, it was replaced on the original site by the legendary Jiangsu. The first tallest building.
The girl I watched the first movie with was about to return to the United States from her one-year study abroad in Japan. Talking about that little funny thing many years ago, I can still smile knowingly.
The boy who once said he wanted to be my secretary at the Ministry of Magic is now far away in Paris. We haven't seen each other for many years, but we still greet each other every time the movie is released.
The group of friends who used to gossip, gossip, laugh and hurt each other every year in KFC McDonald's for most of the day, some went to Beijing, some went to Hong Kong, some went abroad, some just took the college entrance examination, and some still stay in Nanjing. I always talk about seeing you when, but I can't always find the right time.
Later, I left Nanjing and went to a small island on the south coast. My parents moved their home to Beijing. Later, I ran to America, which is farther and farther away, and was truly a competent drifter.
The last HP7 was seen in the US. I was sitting in a dark, out-of-the-way, air-conditioned theater, watching movies with no dubbing and no subtitles at all. The part in the Pensieve, when Snape burst into tears while holding the dead Lily, when all the fragments from his memory since 2001 were replayed in his mind bit by bit, I also lost my mind. Lungless crying and shedding tears. For the first time in many years, there was no one familiar to watch by his side. Those names that flashed through my mind, now each one is far, far away from me.
Harry took one last look at the stairwell where he once lived, the broken toy pawns before leaving Privet Drive. In an instant, time quickly reversed. Back then he was just a lonely little boy, playing with toys in the dark alone, never dreaming of miracles in life. At that time, I was just a curious little girl, staring wide-eyed as the magic began to spread from the stairwell, and then the days were like sitting on a broomstick, slipping away quickly, and never looking back.
Once stood under the gate of that long-awaited theme park in Orlando and looked up. The snow-covered brick houses, the spires of the castle, the colorful shops on both sides of the road and the bustling crowds, the steaming Hogwarts Express desperately suppressed the excitement and excitement, and somehow felt a sense of belonging.
I also took photos happily at the entrance of the platform nine and three-quarters of London's King's Cross Station, as if years of long-cherished wish had come true, smiling brightly like a child.
After so many years, those who have accompanied me on the road of magic, how far are you now?
Sometimes I think about it, everyone seems to have a good time all over the world, so I vaguely pass the ten years. The tears, laughter, melancholy and longing were all blurred with closed eyes.
In the winter of the third year of junior high school, the same desk went to the store behind the school branch to buy me a birthday present and told me to wait outside and not to peek, so as to give me a surprise.
In fact, I still watched it secretly, you don't know. I even remember you looking down at a Harry Potter poster and opening your wallet to pay. It was a folded purse with a moss green bell rat printed on it, and the way you look in your white school uniform with short hair is still vivid in my mind after all these years.
But I never told you.
That poster is still in my home in Nanjing.
It turns out that Harry Potter is not a fairy tale, it is our youth festival.
A decade in the blink of an eye.
A full ten years.
When the last movie ended, all the people in the cinema responded with a round of applause.
I watched the subtitle pop out with wet eyes and was reluctant to leave.
Goodbye, Harry Potter forever.
Goodbye, our childhood and youth.
I stumbled into platform nine and three quarters with ignorance and curiosity, and it was finally time to leave.
I met you there and accompanied me through the most unforgettable journey.
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