Too many mysteries, no focus. All trash, Except mother, With her powerful eyes regained. The tree of knowledge grows And it produces fruits of the brain. Finally, mother kills her child snake.
That's the real goodbye. Love Rupert, like a big brother. After a few decades I'll be old and drunk all day and a new series of HP films will be in cinema. I can bitch about that 'till I'm old enough to die. That's such a sweet thing. Please do it movie industry.