"The Spell Cast by J.K Rowling"
I wish I could go to
That magical school we all know
With witches and wizards,
With wands in hand,
Practicing spells and potions.....
And magic and Quidditch, and spells
And friends and potions and
Spellbooks and new beginnings.
And the Boy Who Lived
Who survived the Dark Lords evil curse
Who lived, even though his parents perished.
And the Boy Who Suffered
Who was commanded to kill Evil’s only foe
And nearly died trying.
And the Boy who loved Quidditch
The sport was his whole life.
But he still loved me more.
And the Broken Man.
Who was good and evil, right and wrong,
Protector and murderer, but was a hero in the end.
And He Who Must Now Be Named.
Who was wrong;
There is such a thing as good and evil.
He just chose the wrong side.
I wish I could go to
That magical school we all know
Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy, Hoggy Hogwarts,
Teach us something, please.

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