[Harry Potter] So This Is What You're Really Like, Harry

You were eleven, the same age as Harry. You heard your teachers and classmates recommend a set of books called "Harry Potter". Your good friend also became obsessed with reading the book. He gestured with some kind of spell every day and asked for a birthday gift, which was said to be a wizard's cloak. You look at the black cloak that is made of extremely ordinary materials and looks extremely ordinary, and you feel very disgusted, and it is difficult to understand - she is so smart, she can do math problems in junior high school very well and quickly (unlike you), how could she be like this by a set of books? Hehe, you should take a look at what is so great about this set of books. I am good at English, my English teacher is tolerant and generous, but my English class at school is so boring. So, you opened the first copy of it in English class. You read about a little boy named Harry. He was living at his aunt's house, and his life was not very good. He had an extremely annoying cousin, but he didn't even grow crooked. You find that you are the same age as him but you can't cook anything, so you decide to compete with him and start learning today. You discover that he has a knowledgeable classmate named Hermione. She likes to quote scriptures, has an amazing memory, has read many books, and is top-notch in answering questions and taking exams. You think of the good friend you almost broke up with, and say you will never talk nonsense anymore, and you still need to practice to be more humane. You followed him around the Quidditch field on his broomstick, looked at your sports report card with sadness and anger, and added twenty minutes of physical exercise to your day. Before the final level, you looked at that thin figure. He was so thin that he shivered slightly in the cold dark room. What kind of Harry are you? You... You study and live in Hogwarts with a little boy of the same age, and witness all kinds of people and stories with him. Time can be compressed, so Harry's seven years became one year in your hands. You gained and lost your godfather along with him, you despised Kreacher and became Kreacher's friend, you were tired of Dobby and became Dobby's believer, and decided to change your attitude towards the "thorns" in the school and the cleaning aunts on the street. You watched him panic in the cemetery, watched the gentle senior fall down like a puppet, and suddenly realized what fate was. You watched the old man's fall with compassion from the sky above the astronomy tower. Fortunately, there was a thin piece of paper between you and him, so when you read those few lines of cold words, you were not so unbelievable, nor so angry, but just began to lament the impermanence of war and the impermanence of life. You stood at the door of the principal's office waiting for him to recover from the sudden revelation of the truth, and for the first time you understood the complexity and greatness of human nature. At the celebration after the war, you looked at the boy hiding in the crowd. His face had begun to become angular, and it was rare for the young man to have red eyes as he watched everyone cheering, and suddenly he felt relieved and confused. You really want to say something to him. You have taught me a lot and your company and encouragement are really good. Stop, he looked at you with indulgence, I don't want to hear this. Let me ask, what kind of person am I in the eyes of you, the onlooker? Am I doing a good job? Yeah, what kind of Harry are you? When you climb on his shoulders, European and American people are always taller. You are seventeen-year-old Harry, my role model. You... You stare at the book, trying to find some story you haven't read yet, some detail you haven't discovered yet. But the damn thing is, your habit of imagining pictures when reading has not changed. So, facing the words "Nineteen years later, everything will be peaceful", the whistle of an old-fashioned train rang in your mind, and the buzz of "boom-boom-boom" sounded, and a bright red train rolled into a Western-style train station with billowing smoke. Harry, who is in his thirties and has a full beard on his face, holds the hand of Ginny who still looks cheerful and smiles at you. That body is tall enough and majestic. Little Lily hides behind her father so no one can find her. The green eyes are still clear, but the confusion and fanaticism of the seventeen-year-old have disappeared. What kind of Harry are you? You are thirty-seven year old Harry. You hate yourself for still not being able to give an adjective to describe the character. You are also stunned, you are also crazy. Close your eyes, and there will always be several pictures in front of you. It might be the shining blue-white stag in the forbidden forest, it might be the shade under the big tree beside the black lake, or it might be the small broken car rolling forward under the blue sky and white clouds. Finally, the thirty-seven-year-old Harry looked at you with gentle and firm eyes. But... You don't have time to be stunned. After reading Harry's story, thinking about his gentle but firm eyes, he continued to look at a pile of materials and exercises for college entrance examinations. Sitting in the classroom in Huangzhuang, Haidian, you can only do your best. Much later. Your math problems are solved quickly and well, which is enough for you to get a good major in a place where "Huangzhuang faces north, Wuwen is west and east". There is a set of English books on your bookshelf, lightly covered with dust. There is a black cloak hanging on your wardrobe. Isn't this... What is it? You almost forgot that this was the wizard cloak that your good friend gave you when you graduated from elementary school. Are you surprised that you haven't thought of Harry and the magical world for so long? Of course, you still remember those things, Hermione's first-year Charms exam score, the location of werewolves in the third-year textbook, and the names of the departments on the fourth floor of St. Mungo's. You just haven't thought about it for a long time. That's right. In the summer when you were eighteen, you held up the admission letter from your dream university and screamed with excitement. You are already an adult who can take charge of your own business. The magical world is your childhood, your dream, and your spiritual support when you are weak and helpless. So you will remember it, remember every vivid profile of it. But you also grow up. At the age of eighteen, you traveled through time and space, stood at King's Cross Station in 2017, and met Harry's smile. Your eyes are just as gentle and firm, just as pure, but with a little more high-spiritedness of a young man. You also have your life, you also have the "battlefield" you conquer, and you also have the world in which you cry and laugh. Then let Harry and the magical world become your eternal dream... What kind of Harry are you? You are the peace of everything in my dreams.

Netizen comment: "I really sighed after reading it - as the author said, the heroine of this book is actually every one of us who reads the "Harry Potter" novels. We know, understand, and browse Harry's life through seven books, and we cry and laugh with him. But in the "Nineteen Years Later" book After the last chapter of ", we all know that the story has come to an end, and Harry has his own happy life, but as readers, we can no longer participate. This book is both a fan and a reflection of my heart. I can't help but sigh after reading it."

Actually, it was really sad to see the ending of hp. The story has a peaceful ending Harry also has his own home But are people really "happy" after the war? So many people have died, but the living still have to move forward The teenagers we watched grow up eventually grew up under the oppression of fate. He is the "savior" of the wizarding world But he can't save the people around him Is this the price of growth? This is not just children's literature, we can always learn a lot from them

The ending is just like the last sentence of the original novel when I read it, "The scar has not hurt for nineteen years, everything is peaceful." This sentence made me feel lost and has been firmly engraved in my mind. And Jane's story gave me the same feeling. Thank you Harry for accompanying me in my childhood. Peace is really the best ending.

I'll be there whenever you need me Although I don't like TE, the ending should be like this. Like the author, like me, like every Ham fan. No one could break the text and get to Harry. I have experienced countless adventures with them in my mind, albeit as a bystander

Love ≠ need, Harry may still miss and love Jane, but after experiencing the war, he no longer needs someone to accompany and listen to him as before.

It felt like I was reading the original novel when I was a child. I wanted to step into the book and give Harry advice, hoping that he would not be so sad. Especially after Sirius fell under the curtain in the fifth film, I really cried. I really hope that Harry can have a father-like figure to accompany him and make up for the lack of fatherly love in his childhood.

I feel like Jane is a total mom fan, and she is completely like Harry's single arrow [turned]

Wow wow, I still feel disappointed after watching it again. The Harry Potter movie series has been re-released recently. With the passage of time in these movies, I have seen the growth of everyone inside and outside the movies.

I really can't imagine that this is a fanfic from 19 or 18 years. HP's 2018 fanfic can be said to be terrible in writing. The author is too good...