will have to see the conclusion of the story and see-or not-that is level of magic that led to his writing. For now, seeing the film number seven can enjoy not only the most intense scenes between its three main characters, Harry, Ron and Hermione, but a roadtrip which takes us to enjoy some of the most beautiful parts of Britain and live several action sequences that sucite outside Hogwarts and cover different parts of London and other locations well achieved (the home or the Weasley house Lovegood). 
Another chapter was expected to occur in the Ministry of Magic, and it is here where the actors replace the main characters ( anyone said Polyjuice Potion? ) gives the humorous touch to the movie without missing a beat of it. Although not specifically Mafalda Hopkirk looks like is described in the book, thanks to the cast has obeyed, at least in the physical traits to the characters who occupy Hermione, Harry and Ron in these scenes had certain similarities with them, so that in the fast way to enter in disguise the government center of magic, do not get lost those characteristics which we recognize in them: the seriousness of timidity disguised Harry, the little eloquence of Ron and fear to face caution Hermione. 
course this is cut scenes and added some small details that enrich the fabric of visual mode (as always happens in the movies) but the end result is round. It is strange bounce from the Dursleys and momentary mourning the death of Madey Moody (Mad-Eye) that feels fleeting and little sense. But thanks see Hedwig defending his own and showing loyalty to the end, Harry and Hermione dancing in the midst of desolation and of course, see Dobby becomes a hero as our players feel faint in their fruitless search. 
When you see the first movie, in which Voldemort was a disembodied spirit and then go to Fiennes (in the fifth delivery) nearly to death fighting against the abysmal difference Dumbledore understood and there is more to say. The strong interpretation of Ralph Fiennes becoming more and more sense: The best British actor of his generation generates the best villain of his time . It's that simple. On this occasion, just see it in a room overlooking his followers with his voice which snake charmer, and then watch over the tomb of Dumbledore to understand that evil is reaching its climax. 
Helena Bonham Carter has also been shown to have been a good decision to cast. Neither does the physical features with which Bellatrix is \u200b\u200bdescribed in the story but gives the character that only an actress of her class could achieve: Voldemort's right hand is a deranged woman can kill anyone just to satisfy their master. 
These days I will give my opinion on the new Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1, which has left me pleasantly surprised.
For now I leave them a video of a special event organized by Warner Brothers on Nov. 18 in Mexico City, which was happily played by the actor Tom Felton who plays Draco Malfoy in the series.
The fan response was incredible. Hope you like it.
If the years take awayEvery memory That I HaveI still know the way WouldThat Would lead me back to your side. The NorthMay star
die in your eyes Will burn There alwaysBut the light That I see
Lit by the love We Have Shared
Before tim e
With this, one of the last four cigarettes I have left, trying to cope with night, moon shine, and reflecting on my background, I come back to the wild conclusion that I am one of the last steppe who live around here , the cafes and there are crazy, petty bourgeois holes are disappearing and are depleted the masses of people with little interest in life, with which I liked to talk, look at night alone with my company only and the charm of the moon and moth seems to no longer offer inspiration for those who call themselves writers. Turbulent times, instant coffees, cigars with tax and letters without regard that awaits the new blood-drenched night that involved me not knowing how.
I've seen on these nights of ties and rails, lost in the walls, which are farther from each other, the space is absolutely empty. Be that this is the life of one of mine, is that everyone goes through the same desolate trance. Araucaria not give away the smiles, the songs do not bounce scenarios that describe everything is locked in a prison lacks straight walls, devoid of corners, a mental prison, absolutely abstract as to be unable to escape it, perfect and some internal so as not to get away than necessary. Must be the demons I've heard, and I could not share with others, otherwise it is not.
The fight with the wolf and the prince pensive, paralyzes me not knowing if I'm wandering or successful decisions. It is disappearing so precious, the ideal, in the shadow of the walls, dark alleys, as covered in blood, foul-smelling dog, which illuminated by moonlight, in an eternal blast sinks, on the precipice of an aleph forgotten in the howling wolf outrageous emitting sick of this, the human body that contains. And among the absolutely magical and occasional answers are all being, of being and to do. And the log of what was lost between the memory and fate, giving rise to other variables vomit encrypted, and the pool of blood of the victims who have become debased by the truth that is increasingly distant and over paralyzing the white mist.
I'll be back, dropped the knife and also left the appearance of the howling mammal, and watch the murdered body falling backwards in time even more infinite madness around me I pray not to sink into another puzzle ocean false end.
