That's the real goodbye. Love Rupert, like a big brother. After a few decades I'll be old and drunk all day and a new series of HP films will be in cinema. I can bitch about that 'till I'm old enough to die. That's such a sweet thing. Please do it movie industry.
How many roads must a man walk down, before you call him a man? How many roads must Pinocchio walk down, before you call him a true boy? The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind.