When I was a small child. I believed wholeheartedly in magic. I was1to the remarkable Harry Potter books. With2, I could dig deeply into the magical world and3my fantasies.
Sad though it may seem, I wasn't ashamed of being4. I was confident that I would soon receive my envelope5me into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. So 1 waited6, sometimes planning what I would do once I was7to be a wizard （巫师）.
As you're probably predicting, the8happened. The year came and went when 1 was supposed to9the invitation. With the10of that letter came the loss of all of my hope. And I had to11that dead dream. The world was ordinary and dull. Filled with a bit of fresh12, I continued my life. And soon, the dream 13my mind.
14, as I grew up in a world with no spells （魔咒） or flying broomstick, I realized something. Magic did15. Maybe it didn't appear in the form that I had 16while reading the Harry Potter series. but it was17there.
It surprised me every time I looked outside at the great moon and the stars. It18me in the form of loyal friends or caring family. It said hello as I burst into tears feeling extreme kindness or19. Magic was joy. Magic was love. Magic was hope.
So I became20once again. For magic is real, and magic is everywhere.
