Anyone who says they have only one life to live must not know how to read a book.
I know, there is been recently lots of Harry Potter posts, I promise that this will be the last one but I have to share news with you. :)
So last year my birthday gift was airplane tickets to London, I visited King Cross station and 9/10 shop :)
But this year I graduated school, and my parents gift is Again london airplane tickets AND Cursed Child theater tickets in october, How cool is that?
Yeah i have best parents :)
All the memories...
“Harry picked it up and stared at it, his heart twanging like a giant elastic band. No one, ever, in his whole life, had written to him. Who would? He had no friends, no other relatives — he didn’t belong to the library, so he’d never even got rude notes asking for books back. Yet here it was, a letter, addressed so plainly there could be no mistake: Mr. H. Potter The Cupboard under the Stairs 4 Privet Drive Little Whinging Surrey”
“Fred, you next," the plump woman said.
"I'm not Fred, I'm George," said the boy. "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?"
"Sorry, George, dear."
"Only joking, I am Fred," said the boy and off he went.”
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“Now, you two – this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you've – you've blown up a toilet or –"
"Blown up a toilet? We've never blown up a toilet."
"Great idea though, thanks, Mum.”
“Wingardium Leviosa!” he shouted, waving his long arms like a windmill.
“You’re saying it wrong,” Harry heard Hermione snap. “It’s Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the ‘gar’ nice and long.”
“You do it, then, if you’re so clever,” Ron snarled.”
“Whether you come back by page or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.”