Harry Potter – Deathly hallows by J. K. Rowling, book review

I read this book four years ago. But I write a review of it only now, with a shudder in my heart, after watching the last film of the Saga. I remember all – as Harry played wizard’s chess, as Harry visited Hogsmeade under the cloak invisible like Harry used to sneak into Hogwarts, focusing on the Marauders Map, as Harry experienced the death of Sirius, as Harry… we entered the last battle. And won it. And if you won – why such a persistent sense of defeat?

Why is “All was well” the most painful word in the world for me? Why closing the book was incredibly painful, and today, realizing that I have to let the characters go forever, I feel bitter, as if I died there, somewhere in the vastness of Hogwarts, over which the protective sphere was slowly melting… Harry Potter and his friends. My friends. I will remember everything:

– how at school, having no money for a book, I gave 15 books from my collection “horror Movies” to a fat girl from my class for the right to read her book in one night, before the premiere of the film;

– how I first found myself in the world of Potter, 11-year-old, dreaming about her train to Hogwarts, reading a book at night under a blanket, with a traditional flashlight;

– how during a session the next day I got into the world of kinopotter and I was lucky for the first time

– I found money under the seat, just enough for the first THREE books about Harry!!! – as each subsequent book was for me… a piece of childhood. How I grew up, but always had a return ticket – on the train to Hogwarts; – how the last book was published three days before my birthday, and how I was given a manuscript in English on the night of my holiday. And how I read the Deathly Hallows while choking on my tears. Rawling said it hurt her to kill the characters in the book. But she did it lightly – Avada Kedavra flew in the air by the ton, filling Hogwarts with malice and destroying it, showing us that childhood is over. And childhood is over. We will never be as young and enthusiastic again. Harry will no longer take the train to Hogwarts – the magic doors at king’s Cross station are closed to all of us. Each of us will have his final battle with the evil that seems to be around, but in fact – lives in us, a part of everyone’s soul. And if you do not kill this evil in yourself, perhaps sacrificing yourself, you will not be able to come out victorious. Harry will have a scar, and each of us will have a memory. And let these memories remind us that everyone in this world has their great battle, and … their key to childhood.

The magical white owl and the strange giant on a motorcycle are no longer waiting for us, but Hogwarts… it’s deep in the heart of everyone who grew up with Harry. And we will stand behind this piece of childhood wall, and we will fight to the end.