HP, the Beginning of the Story

(It's a mess, just take a look, I wrote it just for fun) "Later, Diagon Alley was still crowded, platform nine and three-quarters was still crowded, train 5972 still whistled, would you still dial 62442 in the red phone box, would you still wait for your owl by the window, would you still cry alone at night, would you still think of the lonely and disappointing night on your 11th birthday? Later, there is still magic in the book, but there is only us outside the book. If you can go to England It would be nice to hit the wall once, it would be nice to go to Hogsmeade for a cup of butterbeer, it would be nice to play Quidditch, but this is all what if. Will you say "up" hopefully to the broom on the ground, carve the symbol of the Deathly Hallows on the table, wave a chopstick as a wand, and burst into tears while reading "Always" in the English book... In the end, the magic still exists, but unfortunately, the protagonist is no longer us. "