Photo Project(Thathas version)

This is a paragraph my grandfather wrote based on my writing in “Photo Project.” He made a couple of changes, making this piece unique in its own way.

Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I laid eyes on the enchanting village of Hogsmeade. The charming miniature shops stood shoulder to shoulder, with enormous barrels of butterbeer adorning every corner. The bustling crowd moved animatedly, peering through windows brimming with cauldrons, robes, brooms, and nearly every magical artifact imaginable from the wizarding world of Harry Potter. Stepping into Honeydukes was like entering a sweet-toothed paradise. My eyes widened in awe at the towering, colorful racks stocked with an array of delightful treats: Chocolate Frogs, Bertie Bott’s Every Flavored Beans, Sugar Quills, Acid Pops, Cockroach Clusters, and so much more. Unable to resist, I eagerly reached for a box of Chocolate Frogs, excitement bubbling in my chest as I waited in line to check out. Exiting the candy haven with my sweet treasure in hand, I finally caught sight of the iconic structure that had captured my imagination for years—Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The grandeur of the castle towering above me filled me with an overwhelming sense of joy, eclipsing every other emotion. This was it. I had finally glimpsed my dream school. Taking a deep, satisfying gulp of sweet, frothy butterbeer, I reveled in the magical atmosphere and soaked up every moment of the day.