nagpost ng picture yung crush mo at ang daming likes at comment T_T
As I was rummaging my files last night due to lack of things to do, I came across with my HP folder. I watched Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone once again and all the longing I felt was swallowed by amazement in all the magic brought by the movie. I remembered the first time I have watched the movie and the pleasure I felt by then. Though I have watched the movie gazillion times I still felt the same; funny how I still remember each line. OMG! I want to cuddle the 11-year-old Harry. It’s just so sad there are no HP movies or books no more, of course, every story has to end.
As the movie goes on, my imagination was tickled. This is it, it all starts here; my obsession with the extraordinary, with the supernatural. Harry Potter stories taught me to read good books. It made me realize that I want to be a writer. Well actually, it is JK Rowling. I always idolize her, with all her brilliance, for creating the magical world of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the Ministry of Magic. She is full of cleverness just like Little-Miss-Know-It-All Hermione Jane Granger, the cleverest witch of her time according to Sirius Black, the prisoner of Azkaban.
I am weeping while watching. Oh how I miss this kind of movie. I really did hope that it won’t end. But the best trick that left my mouth hanging open is the brick tap done by Rubeus Hagrid, the Gamekeeper, to the walls of Diagon Alley. All these HP stuff will make my heart joyous forever. Just like how happy Harry was, when he first flew on the broom in Madam Hooch class, it’s like I am riding with him and making points for the Gryffindor, headed by Professor Minerva McGonagall while the other houses (Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff) cheered. But I have a confession to make. Before I fell in love with Harry Potter, I had a crush on the 11-year-old Draco Malfoy first. He is just so cute. And I totally adore Ronald Bilius Weasley as well; he is seriously the best actor. Bloody hell! Have you seen his facial expression? It is just so wicked.
And then the scene of their first Potions class, you know what? I am really ashamed of myself for holding grudges against Professor Severus Snape, the Head of Slytherin House and Lily Evans Potter’s supposed best friend. I want to strangle him to death every time he throws his perfect word to annoy Harry Potter. But when he shared his memories to Harry (his friendship with Harry’s mom and when James Potter and his gang were bullying him) he was dying by then, I just cried. A lot. For all he’d done to protect Harry, for all the sufferings he has to overcome including killing the greatest wizard of all time, Professor Albus Wufric Brian Dumbledore, the Hogwart’s best Headmaster ever just to defend the Order of the Phoenix from the evil He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, You-Know-Who, Tom Marvolo Riddle, Lord Voldemort and his cohorts, the Death Eaters, somehow, I felt I betrayed the series for wanting to put Snape under the torture curse for the first 6 years of Harry’s schooling at Hogwarts when he’s just fulfilling his duty as planned. I am practically tortured.
And I am torturing myself further for writing this blog and making me nostalgic for another Harry Potter’s world that became my world for almost two decades already. Though, I know Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows is the last book, I want the series not to end. And I also know that I will never get tired of blogging more about Harry Potter because it will live with me for as long as I live.