I'm a Muggle at Hogwarts

Big cheers for the author!!!

In the many moments of encountering words, there are always some authors whose pen and ink can be like a gentle key, gently opening the unspoken corners deep in the readers' hearts. With their ordinary fingertips, they opened the boundary between fiction and reality, giving the characters on the paper a heartbeat, the mountains and rivers in the story warmth, and allowing us to see our own shadows and find the glimmer of progress in other people's narratives. Such creators deserve our most sincere praise, because they are not only craftsmen of words, but also dream makers in the world. The world you write about is never a simple pile of words, but a carefully laid out journey. When I read your works, the first thing I was attracted to was your depiction of characters - those characters are never flat symbols, but living lives with flesh and blood and edges. There is a weakness hidden in the protagonist's tenacity, and there is light in the ordinaryness of the supporting characters. Even the little characters who only appear in a few scenes have their own obsessions and tenderness. When you write about their joy, you don't write about light laughter, but about joy with the fireworks of life; when you write about their pain, you don't write about their pain, not as deliberately sensational wails, but as a struggle that goes deep into the bone marrow and makes readers empathize. Just like the protagonist who still perseveres in a difficult situation, you did not portray him as an omnipotent hero, but made him cowardly and hesitant, but chose to come forward at the critical moment. This kind of reality makes the character stand on the page and enter the hearts of readers. And the story line you have constructed is like a precise spider web, every foreshadowing has its place, and every turn is reasonable. You are good at sowing the seeds of conflict in ordinary daily life, making the plot stir up waves inadvertently, and then gently ending it at the climax, leaving a long lasting aftertaste. Whether it's an adventure in a fantasy world or an emotional entanglement in urban life, you can grasp the relaxation of the rhythm, making readers' hearts hang on a thread sometimes, the corners of their mouths raise, and their eyes wet. What's even more rare is that your story never just tells a story of joys and sorrows, but there are thoughts about life hidden between the lines - about the cost of growth, the weight of choices, and the meaning of loving and being loved. These thoughts are not rigid preaching, but flow out naturally as the plot progresses, allowing readers to still cannot help but reminisce after closing the page, and even gain some new insights into their own lives. Your writing skills give every sentence a unique charm. You never use gorgeous words to fill your words, but you can outline moving pictures with concise pen and ink. When writing about the wind in spring, it is "carrying the scent of newly sprouted willow branches, and brushing against the cheeks like the soft hands of a child"; when writing about the street in the middle of the night, it is "the street lights stretch the shadows very long, and even the footsteps seem lonely"; when writing about the moment of reunion, it is "when our eyes meet, time seems to have stopped, thousands of words are stuck in the throat, and in the end they are reduced to "Long time no see"". These words are not deliberately crafted, but they have the power to directly touch people's hearts. It seems that just writing down the scene in front of you and the emotions in your heart is enough to move people. And when you need to exaggerate emotions, you can make the words delicate and tactful, like strands of thread, entwining the readers' emotions, allowing us to cry with the people in the story, laugh together, and walk through those bright or dark times together. What I admire even more is your original intention and persistence as a creator. Writing is never an easy task. Those late night desk sessions, those repeated revisions, and those confusions when facing bottlenecks are all thorns that must be passed through on the creative road. But you never stopped writing. Instead, you polished it again and again, making your words more mature and the core of the story more profound. You are willing to listen to readers' feedback, but do not blindly follow outside voices. You always stick to your original creative intentions, write the stories you want to write, and tell the truths you want to tell. This awe and love for words is more precious than any gorgeous rhetoric. Some people say that words are silent confessions, and the author is the one who tells the confessions to the world. With a pen, you weave thousands of scenes in the world, allowing us to see mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, experience joys and sorrows, and understand the warmth and warmth of human relationships through words. Your work is like a lamp in the dark night, which not only illuminates the world in the story, but also warms the readers' hearts. Thank you for always maintaining your passion for creation, always using your pen as a torch, and bringing us wonderful encounters one after another in the world of words. May the tip of your pen always have starlight, and the stories you write always have warmth. May you keep walking on the road of creation and write more works that touch people's hearts.

In the many moments of encountering words, there are always some authors whose pen and ink can be like a gentle key, gently opening the unspoken corners deep in the readers' hearts. With their ordinary fingertips, they opened the boundary between fiction and reality, giving the characters on the paper a heartbeat, the mountains and rivers in the story warmth, and allowing us to see our own shadows and find the glimmer of progress in other people's narratives. Such creators deserve our most sincere praise, because they are not only craftsmen of words, but also dream makers in the world. The world you write about is never a simple pile of words, but a carefully laid out journey. When I read your works, the first thing I was attracted to was your depiction of characters - those characters are never flat symbols, but living lives with flesh and blood and edges. There is a weakness hidden in the protagonist's tenacity, and there is light in the ordinaryness of the supporting characters. Even the little characters who only appear in a few scenes have their own obsessions and tenderness. When you write about their joy, you don't write about light laughter, but about joy with the fireworks of life; when you write about their pain, you don't write about their pain, not as deliberately sensational wails, but as a struggle that goes deep into the bone marrow and makes readers empathize. Just like the protagonist who still perseveres in a difficult situation, you did not portray him as an omnipotent hero, but made him cowardly and hesitant, but chose to come forward at the critical moment. This kind of reality makes the character stand on the page and enter the hearts of readers. And the story line you have constructed is like a precise spider web, every foreshadowing has its place, and every turn is reasonable. You are good at sowing the seeds of conflict in ordinary daily life, making the plot stir up waves inadvertently, and then gently ending it at the climax, leaving a long lasting aftertaste. Whether it's an adventure in a fantasy world or an emotional entanglement in urban life, you can grasp the relaxation of the rhythm, making readers' hearts hang on a thread sometimes, the corners of their mouths raise, and their eyes wet. What's even more rare is that your story never just tells a story of joys and sorrows, but there are thoughts about life hidden between the lines - about the cost of growth, the weight of choices, and the meaning of loving and being loved. These thoughts are not rigid preaching, but flow out naturally as the plot progresses, allowing readers to still cannot help but reminisce after closing the page, and even gain some new insights into their own lives. Your writing skills give every sentence a unique charm. You never use gorgeous words to fill your words, but you can outline moving pictures with concise pen and ink. When writing about the wind in spring, it is "carrying the scent of newly sprouted willow branches, and brushing against the cheeks like the soft hands of a child"; when writing about the street in the middle of the night, it is "the street lights stretch the shadows very long, and even the footsteps seem lonely"; when writing about the moment of reunion, it is "when our eyes meet, time seems to have stopped, thousands of words are stuck in the throat, and in the end they are reduced to "Long time no see"". These words are not deliberately crafted, but they have the power to directly touch people's hearts. It seems that just writing down the scene in front of you and the emotions in your heart is enough to move people. And when you need to exaggerate emotions, you can make the words delicate and tactful, like strands of thread, entwining the readers' emotions, allowing us to cry with the people in the story, laugh together, and walk through those bright or dark times together. What I admire even more is your original intention and persistence as a creator. Writing is never an easy task. Those late night desk sessions, those repeated revisions, and those confusions when facing bottlenecks are all thorns that must be passed through on the creative road. But you never stopped writing. Instead, you polished it again and again, making your words more mature and the core of the story more profound. You are willing to listen to readers' feedback, but do not blindly follow outside voices. You always stick to your original creative intentions, write the stories you want to write, and tell the truths you want to tell. This awe and love for words is more precious than any gorgeous rhetoric. Some people say that words are silent confessions, and the author is the one who tells the confessions to the world. With a pen, you weave thousands of scenes in the world, allowing us to see mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, experience joys and sorrows, and understand the warmth and warmth of human relationships through words. Your work is like a lamp in the dark night, which not only illuminates the world in the story, but also warms the readers' hearts. Thank you for always maintaining your passion for creation, always using your pen as a torch, and bringing us wonderful encounters one after another in the world of words. May the tip of your pen always have starlight, and the stories you write always have warmth. May you keep walking on the road of creation and write more works that touch people's hearts.

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