I cherished fantasy
But now I throw them away.
Follow the path of false hope
I stepped on thorns
Then I realized they were not flowers.
I will never mess around with love,
And never play tricks on my heart.
I will seek refuge in you
On the shore of this sea of suffering.
---- Rabindranath Tagore
The story after the completion of the seven main chapters of HP does not have much struggle for power or conspiracy.
Just the warm-toned life of an awkward little animal and its owner.
I hope that through this story, I can warm up the Lord who is immersed in darkness, and everyone who loves him.