好想好想和你在一起 和你一起數天上的星星
收集春天的細雨
好想好想和你在一起 聽你訴說古老的故事
細數你眼中的情意
好想好想和你在一起 並肩看天邊的落日
並肩聽林間的鳥語
好想 好想 好想 好想 好想好想和你在一起
踏遍萬水千山 走遍海角天涯 讓每一個日子
都串連成我們最美麗 最美麗的回憶

真係好掛住好掛住你地....=(

My eyes were complaining for several hours already but my brain did not allow a second of hesitation or disobedience. Paying no concern to my poor red eyes, it kept ordering them to read as fast as possible. My eyes obeyed with frustration and as they did, my body was filled jubilance, in every vein.

At seven in the morning, I finally collapsed, with ?I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows?in my arms, never feeling that exhausted yet proud.

I have finished the book!

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How should I begin this?

I was enchanted, by the danger, the imagination of JK Rowling and the world that she has introduced me to.

Conclusively, the final book of this renowned series has not only remained unexpected and full of twists and turns, but also it has extended it invisible hand of suspense and mystery and seized our mind, without having too much mercy.

Without going into too much detail, this book has questioned my uncertainty of human nature in a very explicit and indisputable way. Can Love always overrule wit and sense? And furthermore, can we believe that there is always some kindness, although buried, disguised and denied, at the deepest valley of each person heart? How much credit could we offer to that belief when we are surrounded by terror and the impossibility to trust in this world?

The most touching scene was when Dobby died, for Harry Potter, as a free elf. I did not shed a tear as Dumbledore died. I could not understand whether it was the inevitable that I accepted or that deep down, the innocent part of me believed that Dumbledore could not die, for he must have overpowered Death. For Merlin pants, he was the GREATEST WIZARD AFTERALL. But as Rowling was depicting the death scene of Dobby and the indiscernible stars in his marble-like eyes, my greedy eyes were fogged with a layer of mist and I could no longer control myself: I was reading, my eyes were engulfing the words ravenously, and I could not stop, despite my will. I saw Dobby dying in front of me, between those pages. That little onkey? as Narcissa Malfoy referred, was a kind and innocent helper of Harry Potter's. In his entire life, he did not dare dream of having the honour and luxury to be free. In the end, though, he was freed from the burden of the world. He gave up his life, for what he believed. His choice of living was to be a free warrior who fought with and for his heart and he died gloriously.

I cannot conceal my complex feelings towards Snape. I, as some characters have in the book, did think that Dumbledore knew something about him that Harry might have neglected or ignored. As I was turning the pages, a battle of confusion took place in my head. Is it really true that everyone has something good in him, or has Dumbledore made another mistake of human nature? And of course, as truth unveils itself, no one is not amazed and, I would say, stunned by the meticulous plotting of JK Rowling. She was a hell of a writer.

Again, in order to reveal the plots as little as possible for those who have not read or finished with the book, I would have to cease rumbling on.

As flawless as the whole plot, or the whole adventure of the legendary Potter we may want to believe, I am virtually very disappointed at the ending. It is not only confusing but it does not make any sense. The cheesy ending has ruined the heroic impression I have for Harry Potter. I would rather want the book to be finished on page 600. It is because, after that page, for once, Harry Potter has become someone normal, someone ordinary, and that has devastated readers?admiration toward this troublesome wizard. The scar is the same but the person is not. I understand that some may appreciate this happy ending but for those who have been growing up with Harry Potter, it is time for us to realise that it is better to live life to the fullest and to flare until we turn into ash, than to be a mundane, boring river that never ends.

Moreover, who the hell would name their kids lbus Severus Potter? And it seems inexplicable that Harry,Hermione,Ron and Ginny still talk as if they were still in their adolescence when they are actually around 36. How utterly evil of Rowling to have diminished and eliminated our potential imagination! I believe that readers should be given the opportunity, for once, to decide what they want Harry Potter to be for them!

Nonetheless, the book has closed an era, in which we belonged to but not anymore. As I closed The Deathly Hallows and collapsed on my sofa, I have bidden farewell to childhood and embraced the inevitables and the uncertainty in my own life, finally!