There's no need to call me 'sir' professor

Words cannot fully convey how I feel right now. This is the end of a beautiful, mystical, breath-taking adventure that I fully embraced. I was in 5th grade when I read the first book, a mere 10 years old. Now I am 17, a wholly different person than 7 (interesting coincidence) years ago, but still every bit infatuated with this piece of history in the making. I am elated to be able to say that I am a loyal fan, appreciating everything the series is, and everything it stands for. I cannot wait for the day in many years when I can sit down my children and hand them the first book, and tell them of the magic it conjured. Jo, you have given me such much joy, happiness, and I think most importantly, knowledge. I came of age with these books, learning along with Harry that life is not perfect, to expect the unexpected, and the truly most magical belief that love conquers all. So I thank you Jo, for giving me the boy wizard who you invented so long ago on that train, and I thank you for giving the world a book that shows no age barrier, allowing the entire world to be infatuated. Thank you.

"Snow was swirling against the icy windows once more; Christmas was approaching fast. Hagrid had already single-handedly delivered the usual twelve Christmas trees for the Great Hall; garlands of holly and tinsel had been twisted around the banisters of the stairs; everlasting candles glowed from inside the helmets of suits of armor and great bunches of mistletoe had been hung at intervals along the corridors."

"His hand closed automatically around the fake Horcrux, but in spite of everything, in spite of the dark and twisting path he saw stretching ahead for himself, in spite of the final meeting with Voldemort he knew must come, whether in a month, in a year, or in ten, he felt his heart lift at the thought that there was still one last golden day of peace left to enjoy with Ron and Hermione."