Why call it the Duelling Club when there is no club (or much of real duelling)?
Also, it has come to my knowledge — through potterwikia — that Hogwarts has clubs. Well, it doesn’t actually call them clubs but “extra-curricular subjects”. Such as: art, ghoul studies, magical theory, muggle art, muggle music, music, and xylomancy. None of these feature in the actual books.
But that’s not what’s funny. The funny thing is, if this were a Japanese story then Harry, Ron and I suppose even Hermione would be in the “go-home club”.
Honestly, Rowling basically gave us the worst possible main character — and thus point of view — for a fantasy. Thanks to Harry being utterly uninterested in everything — magic, his peers, his pet (he still hasn’t apologised to Hedwig!!), the world at large — the readers don’t get to see or experience anything. Of course, the only reason why Harry is the point of view is for that good ol’ “fish out of water” so the author can explain all the “fantasy things” to their audience like they’re stupid.
Oh, the joy.
I feel like I’m getting more and more sarcastic as I keep doing these.
Also, I really need to pause this program to talk about the Homorphus Charm at more length.
“. . . performed the immensely complex Homorphus Charm . . . the fur vanished — the fangs shrank — and he turned back into a man. Simple, yet effective — and another village will remember me forever as the hero who delivered them from the monthly terror of werewolf attacks.”
If this is not a real spell, then shouldn’t everyone who’s read Gilderoy’s book have realised the guy is a total fraud who fabricates spells out of his arse? Or is the Hogwarts education so abysmal that no one knows their spells? Hermione at least should’ve realised something since Hermione knows every spell. Because, of course.
If it is a real spell then — and the answer to this will break the third book and Lupin’s entire character — why are there werewolves? Because the spell turns them back into humans and Gilderoy seems to imply it keeps them that away.
“. . . who delivered them from the monthly terror of werewolf attacks.”
If there is a spell to cure or at least reverse lycanthropy then — no matter how complex it is to cast — why aren’t people using it? Why aren’t families with werewolves learning it through an intensive course or whatever? Why aren’t mediwitches using it?
Why does Rowling have to break her own world building?
Harry woke up on Sunday morning to find the dormitory blazing with winter sunlight and his arm re-boned but very stiff.
Would new bones be stiff? Aren’t baby bones soft? And kids’ bones in general should be more flexible? Growing new bones isn’t quite the same as getting a cast off, I’d think?
As a rather random aside, did Horikoshi get his idea for Recovery Girl from Madam Pomfrey? Because there’re a lot of similarities, and I can’t say they’re the good kind.
Harry forced a laugh, watched Percy out of sight . . .
Is this missing a verb? Or can you use the “out of sight” without specifying that they’re moving?
Conjuring up portable, waterproof fires was a speciality of Hermione’s.
So they’re waterproof too? Oh well, at least someone gets to do some spells around here. Ha! And the books still aren’t about her.
“The sooner we get a confession out of Malfoy, the better,” snarled Ron. “D’you know what I think? He was in such a foul temper after the Quidditch match, he took it out on Colin.”
You know, these kids suck at the detective proportion of the story. And the fantasy proportion but that’s beside the point. They’re doing this “investigation” all backwards. They decided on the culprit before gathering any evidence, instead of gathering evidence to decide who’s the culprit.
To quote my favourite detective in the world: “If I had an imagination, I’d cut it off.” But well, my favourite detective in the world actually has a brain.
Of course, this could’ve been deliberate to show that they’re kids and kind of dumb buuuut I suspect Rowling just wanted to pad out the pages. Because if Rowling wanted to write a detective mystery urban fantasy then why couldn’t her characters doing the detectiving (and yes, I made that into a verb. English isn’t my mother language! I can do whatever I want with it!) be rudimentarily good at it?
As an aside, I feel that Rowling was more interested in writing detective mystery than fantasy, considering she went on to write detective mysteries under a pseudonym which didn’t sell until it was revealed they were from her, hence she keeps forgetting that her characters are supposed to be wizards. But the thing is, she seems to lack the self-awareness that she kind of really… isn’t… good at detective mystery.
In the first book, Harry, Ron and Hermione didn’t really do any actual detectiving. Instead, all of their progress was made through convoluted chains of coincidence and Hagrid being unable to keep his mouth shut.
Oh, and Dumbles arranged the whole thing because Dumbles is a child grooming creep.
In the second book, the Golden Trio is more busy finding out who didn’t dunnit than who dunnit it. Not to mention the only one who solved the mystery was Hermione — although I can’t remember how she actually solved it. I do faintly recall that at some point she went “eureka!” but this could’ve just as well have been Rowling realising that she’s running out of pages and literally gave her the solution without any buildup. Just like in the first book.
But we’ll get to the snake and the Chamber at more depth later.
Also, this isn’t to say that people can’t write something they aren’t very good at. But in that case, they need a liiiittle bit of self-awareness. Judging solely by Harry Potter, Rowling doesn’t seem to have any self-awareness as an author. And when she does seem to have a smidgen of self-awareness, she doesn’t seem to realise anything is wrong. It probably didn’t help that she got billions of people worshipping her as the greatest author ever when she was publishing these books.
You don’t know how many times I’ve seen people make the silly argument that “at least she got kids reading”. And it’s like, no, the kids who only got into reading through Harry Potter probably didn’t read anything else. Hell, they probably didn’t even read Harry Potter. Besides, I would rather have my kid reading nothing at all than have them reading Harry Potter before their brain is fully developed.
There is so much stuff wrong in these books, stuff that Rowling never acknowledged or addressed, that I wouldn’t want my kid to subconsciously pick up.
Such as — but not least! — that it’s okay to assault a terrified eleven-year-old if their dad happened to insult the authority figure of your choice. Or that Harry befriends every character who systematically and deliberately abuses him. Or that the only character he doesn’t forgive is the character he was a rude gitface to first.
Which actually makes all those fan fics where Harry deigns to forgive Draco pretty horrifying, ha ha. I can’t wait to write my version of it. Let’s say it starts with them going on a road trip. And it will involve at least Harry, Draco, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Pansy. And no, it won’t have a happy ending. Well, depending on one’s definition of a happy ending. Because my Draco won’t be a brainless doormat. Because I actually like him as he is. I don’t feel the need to neuter and lobotomise him so I can feel “morally unconflicted” about liking him.
“The Chamber of Secrets has been opened before?” said Hermione.
Why is it named the Chamber of Secrets anyway? Wasn’t there only one secret? Or were there more but our intrepid heroes never investigated? And you know, why didn’t they ever investigate? Regardless of its origins, isn’t the chamber an important historical and archeological site?
“Or maybe it can disguise itself — pretend to be a suit of armour or something. I’ve read about Chameleon Ghouls…”
Chameleon Ghouls! And all we got was an old boring snake. Rowling, don’t mention more interesting things in your narrative if you aren’t going to show them.
Wouldn’t it have been cool if the creature could disguise itself as anything? Think of the potential paranoia.
“You read too much, Hermione,” said Ron, pouring dead lacewings on top of the leeches.
And you don’t read at all. ♡
By the way, where did they get all these ingredients? Hermione did mention they could get them from the student store-cupboard, but did they go fetch them the very first thing in the morning?
Moreover, Hermione said this was the most complicated potion she’d ever seen but all they did was shred the ingredients and toss them into the cauldron. Maybe it’s just me but I don’t think hard-to-acquire ingredients is quite the same as a complicated potion.
In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ve done more complicated potions in video games.
“So Dobby stopped us getting on the train and broke your arm…” He shook his head. “You know what, Harry? If he doesn’t stop trying to save your life he’s going to kill you.”
…..
……….
I need a break.
*several hours later, after suffering the company of a narcissistic dumbass arsehole and cleaning my entire flat*
Okay, let’s keep on.
Ginny Weasley, who sat next to Colin Creevey in Charms, was distraught, but Harry felt that Fred and George were going the wrong way about cheering her up. They were taking it in turns to cover themselves with fur or boils and jump out at her from behind statues. They only stopped when Percy, apoplectic with rage, told them he was going to write to Mrs Weasley and tell her Ginny was having nightmares.
Aw, Percy is such a good big brother. If I ever write that fic, I’ll give him all the good things in the world. ♡
Meanwhile, hidden from the teachers, a roaring trade in talismans, amulets and other protective devices was sweeping the school. Neville Longbottom bought a large, evil-smelling green onion, a pointed purple crystal and a rotting newt-tail . . .
Were these talismans and amulets real, functional things? Because I don’t think the characters ever used them in the actual plot. Not that they’ve been doing much at all with magic so far. Also, is the onion supposed to be protection from vampires? I can’t see why Neville, a pureblood wizard who ostensibly grew up with magic, would buy one otherwise.
“They went for Filch first,” Neville said, his round face fearful, “and everyone knows I’m almost a Squib.”
Actually, they went for Mrs Norris first but, eh, details. Oh, and the writing on the wall still didn’t say anything about Muggleborns or Squibs~. Learn to read. Stop conjecturing.
Harry smiled feebly. Deliberately causing mayhem in Snape’s potions class was about as safe as poking a sleeping dragon in the eye.
Okay, so this isn’t technically wrong or anything. But I think if the author makes, like, character specific comparisons then you’d have much richer characterisation. Does that make sense? Because how would Harry know what’s it like to poke a sleeping dragon in the eye, you know? Unless he harassed Norbert in the first book?
A rather dumb, off the top of my head example: Deliberately causing mayhem in Snape’s potions class was about as safe as talking to Uncle Vernon before eight o’clock.
Because that would tell us something about Harry and Uncle Vernon. You know? That’s what I mean. Or try to mean. I’m not sure how well I succeeded.
Snape prowled through the fumes, making waspish remarks about the Gryffindor’s work while the Slytherins sniggered appreciatively.
Considering that the Slytherins are pretty much despised by the entire school — and the Gryffindors are cheered on by the entire school — I think this is the only lesson where the non-Slytherin students are brought down a peg.
But of course, Severus is doing all this for the love of Saint Lily.
Harry ducked swiftly down behind his cauldron, pulled one of Fred’s Filibuster fireworks out of his pocket and gave it a quick prod with his wand. The firework began to fizz and sputter.
Should I count this as Harry’s very first spell? He didn’t do an incantation or a fancy wrist movement, he’s basically just using his wand as a lighter. Nah, I’ll count it when he uses actual w o r d s, with the deliberate intention of using a spell.
Knowing he had only seconds, Harry straightened up, took aim, and lobbed it into the air; it landed right on target in Goyle’s cauldron.
Goyle’s potion exploded, showering the whole class. . . . Malfoy got a faceful and his nose began to swell like a balloon . . .
Harry tried not to laugh as he watched Malfoy hurry forwards, his head drooping with the weight of a nose like a small melon.
You know, Harry, throwing puffer-fish eyes at you was the least Draco was entitled to for this. He’s honestly such an oblivious hypocrite.
Goyle’s potion exploded, showering the whole class.
As half the class lumbered up to Snape’s desk . . .
Everyone except Harry and the other half of the class, apparently.
. . . Snape swept over to Goyle’s cauldron and scooped out the twisted black remains of the firework. There was a sudden hush.
“If I ever find out who threw this,” Snape whispered, “I shall make sure that person is expelled.”
Ladies and gentlemen, our tenth mention of expulsion! and Harry still hasn’t been kicked out. I’m starting to feel the urge to write it myself.
Harry arranged his face into what he hoped was a puzzled expression. Snape was looking right at him, and the bell which rang ten minutes later could not have been more welcome.
Ha ha, was he staring at him the entire ten minutes?
Hermione threw the new ingredients into the cauldron and began to stir feverishly.
Yeah, sure, this is the most complicated potion I’ve seen.</monotone>
You know, I’m pretty sure fan fics wrote actually complicated potions.
A week later, Harry, Ron and Hermione were walking across the Entrance Hall when they saw a small knot of people gathered around the noticeboard, reading a piece of parchment that had just been pinned up.
A question: how would Harry know when this parchment was pinned up? I already know the narration isn’t exactly from Harry’s point of view but if anyone ever writes third person limited point of view it’d be good to keep things like this in mind.
. . . The long dining tables had vanished and a golden stage had appeared along one wall, lit by thousands of candles floating overhead.
I see Dumbles’ inner Midas has reared its ugly head again.
. . . Gilderoy Lockhart was walking onto the stage, resplendent in robes of deep plum and accompanied by none other than Snape, wearing his usual black.
Did you know there are some people with tetrachromacy? This means that they have a fourth cone cell inside their retina which allows them to see about 100 million colours. Most people have three cone cells inside their retina and they can see about 1 million colours.
I think it would’ve been cool if Harry’s weird focus on what colours Gilderoy’s wearing was an indication of this but I doubt it. I don’t really get why Rowling likes mentioning what Gilderoy’s wearing every time he enters the scene.
Also, Rowling is writing Gilderoy increasingly so dumb I just can’t buy the premise or the twist of his character. Here he is, again, in front of a huge audience, doing things he knows he can’t do. I just can’t buy he either made himself an international sensation through effort and marketing, or he stole other people’s accomplishments and then made himself an international sensation through effort and marketing. Though, I don’t really get why he would’ve needed to steal other people’s accomplishments, anyway. I mean, they’re both lies so why not just make them up? It’s not like anyone fact-checked them either way?
Furthermore, does he seriously have no clue who Severus is? The war was only eleven years ago. Severus was twenty-one then. I doubt they were prosecuting him as a minor — unless they didn’t prosecute him at all because of Dumbles. Gilderoy is only four years younger than Severus; he should’ve lived through the war as well. Hell, he was thirteen when Severus graduated.
So he’s seriously challenging an ex-Death Eater into a duel and apparently thinks he won’t completely embarrass himself in front of his audience?
It’s this and his character’s “twist” that just don’t really align together. Because all I get from this is: dude, why?
But as an aside, I bet Severus is enjoying every moment of this, ha ha. ♡
Snape’s upper lip was curling. Harry wondered why Lockhart was still smiling; if Snape had been looking at him like that he’d have been running as fast as he could in the opposite direction.
Oh, Harry. Don’t be silly. You don’t run. You freeze.
Then they raised their wands like swords in front of them.
“As you see, we are holding our wands in the accepted combative position,” Lockhart told the silent crowd.
Both of them swung their wands up and over their shoulders.
Okay, so I’m a total amateur on this topic because I’ve only read and watched a bit on this. But in fencing there are these things called “stances” and “guards”. They’re offensive and defensive postures from which the other movements — strikes and counter-strikes — flow.
If Wizard duelling is apparently similar to fencing, then why are they both starting in the same posture? It was established in the first book that Charms, at least, requires some fancy complicated wrist movements considering they did nothing but practise those fancy complicated wrist movements for two months.
So the next question is, why are they swinging their wands in the exact same way? Shouldn’t they both start in the posture that allows them to use the spell they want and which then flows into the next spell posture they want?
Would Wizard duelling be similar to fencing anyway since they’re blasting sparkly spells at each other and people usually don’t blast their swords at each other?
Snape cried: “Expelliarmus!” There was a dazzling flash of scarlet light and Lockhart was blasted off his feet . . .
“That was a Disarming Charm — as you see, I’ve lost my wand . . .”
So Severus was the very first character who used “Harry’s” trademark spell? Where did Harry learn it then?
Also, why the dazzling flash of scarlet light? This hasn’t been a thing before. Does every spell have a dazzling flash of light? Like say, Wingardium Leviosa? Or is it just offensive (or is this defensive?) Defence Against the Dark Arts spells? If it’s a Disarming Charm why did it blast Gilderoy off his feet instead of just disarming him? Did Severus put more oomph into his spell because he doesn’t like Gilderoy? Can you put more oomph into any spell? What would be the effects with other spells? Was it the spell that blasted Gilderoy off his feet or the scarlet light, or is the scarlet light the spell?
Furthermore, can you turn the light effects on and off? Because, what if you want to stay undetected for whatever reason? Like, if you’re doing Auroring (and yes, I made that into a verb too) or infiltrating somewhere?
You know, someone said that Harry Potter has a hard magic system. But he said this because Harry Potter happens in a school and he hasn’t actually read the books himself. So far, magic has been whatever Rowling needs or wants it to be in the moment. This doesn’t mean there mightn’t be underlying rules to it even if Rowling doesn’t exposition them but… I don’t have any trust in her as an author.
For example, kids have unpredictable wandless magic that seems to tie into their emotions. Then we learned about the wands and different wands seem to be suited to different types of magic but I don’t think this ever came up in the actual plot. Then there is the wordless magic where you just point or tap your wand at something. I think Rowling implied in the later books that wordless magic is difficult but I doubt it because Hagrid, the dropout and the dumbass, did it just fine. As well as Seamus and Harry when they were eleven and twelve respectively. Then there are the fancy complicated wrist movements and the butchered Latin incantations, for whatever reason. And I don’t know why these kids didn’t study actual Latin as a subject. And lastly, the wandless and wordless magic which is what Quirrell, for example, used in the first book. Oddly, it didn’t have light effects.
Rowling never gave us exposition on any of these, and I think she mostly uses it willy-nilly whatever strikes her fancy way.
Snape cried: “Expelliarmus!” There was a dazzling flash of scarlet light and Lockhart was blasted off his feet: he flew backwards off the stage, smashed into the wall and slid down it to sprawl on the floor.
Malfoy and some of the other Slytherins cheered.
Ha ha, they’re adorable. They’re cheering on Severus. Aw, that’s so sweet. But of course, Severus never cared about his wee little Slytherin students and only cared about Saint Lily.
Malfoy strutted over, smirking.
He’s so cute. How on earth am I supposed to hate the silly little dumbass? ♡
Behind him walked a Slytherin girl who reminded Harry of a picture he’d seen in Holidays with Hags. She was large and square and her heavy jaw jutted aggressively.
Oh, I see Harry’s judgemental attitude shines through yet again.
Harry swung his wand over his shoulder, but Malfoy had already started on ‘two’: his spell hit Harry so hard he felt as though he’d been hit over the head with a saucepan. He stumbled, but everything still seemed to be working . . .
He’s such a Slytherin, ha ha.
Also, Draco knows wordless magic? I’m not sure if he cast the Expelliarmus because one) Rowling didn’t give us an actual line, two) there was no dazzling flash of scarlet light, and three) Harry’s wand didn’t go flying.
. . . Harry pointed his wand straight at Malfoy and shouted, “Rictusempra!“
A jet of silver light hit Malfoy in the stomach and he doubled up, wheezing.
Oh my god! Give our Boy Wonder a round of applause, it’s his first! spell! ever! …….and where’d he learn it?
Anyhow! So, spells do this now? And the light is the spell? Magic is light? …….why? When? How? What?
Gasping for breath, Malfoy pointed his wand at Harry’s knees, choked, “Tarantallegra!” and next second Harry’s legs had begun to jerk around out of his control in a kind of quickstep.
No sparkly light effects for this one?
Okay, wait a second. I need to confirm something.
So the first video games were apparently made the same year as the first film: 2001. That doesn’t explain these sudden sparkly light effects then.
I mean, I don’t mind them per se but a little exposition on why, how, what, and when would be nice.
“Finite Incantatem!” he shouted; Harry’s feet stopped dancing, Malfoy stopped laughing . . .
No fancy light effects for this one?
Okay, let’s assume that the sparkly lights only apply to Defence Against the Dark Arts spells: like, offensive and defensive spells.
…..why? Like, if you’re duelling or fighting with someone why would you broadcast your spell with dazzling flashes of Yule lights?
“I said disarm only!” Lockhart shouted in alarm over the heads of the battling crowd . . .
“Stop! Stop!” screamed Lockhart . . .
“Dear, dear,” said Lockhart, skittering through the crowd, looking at the aftermath of the duels. “Up you get, Macmillan… careful there, Miss Fawcett… pinch it hard, it’ll stop bleeding in a second, Boot…”
I don’t know, man. I mean, to me Gilderoy seems to be this useless doofus who makes a nuisance of himself but he still seems genuinely good-natured. And I still want to make him Harry’s annoying, overbearing manager who’s efficient at his job, ha ha.
Malfoy raised his wand quickly and bellowed, “Serpensortia!“
The end of his wand exploded. Harry watched, aghast, as a long black snake shot out of it, fell heavily onto the floor between them and raised itself, ready to strike.
I don’t know why some fan fic authors write Draco as bad at magic since he did this spell without instruction or practice. And the previous spell with no words. Also, no fancy lights for this one? Or the first one? Another also, did he summon a live snake from somewhere or did he create one out of thin air? Or out of his wand or whatever?
Moreover, I’m getting some serious Dragon Ball flashbacks from this duelling session. Because, you see, these characters are shouting these long silly words while the other person is basically just standing there like a dumbass and waits for them to finish.
In the Dragon Ball Z anime, the characters would pull off these loooong attacks while the character they’re fighting just stands there, staring in shock.
For example:
GOKU: KA–
VILLAIN OF THE SEASON: D:
GOKU: ME–
VILLAIN OF THE SEASON: D:
GOKU: HA–
VILLAIN OF THE SEASON: D:
GOKU: ME–
VILLAIN OF THE SEASON: D:
GOKU: HAAAA!
VILLAIN OF THE SEASON: D: *finally has the wherewithal to dodge or not*
I guess it’s just proper sportsmanship?
Harry wasn’t sure what made him do it. He wasn’t even aware of deciding to do it. All he knew was that his legs were carrying him forward as though he was on castors and that he had shouted stupidly at the snake, “Leave him!” And miraculously — inexplicably — the snake slumped to the floor, docile as a thick black garden hose, its eyes now on Harry. Harry felt the fear drain out of him. He knew the snake wouldn’t attack anyone now, though how he knew it, he couldn’t have explained.
This is so badly written but let’s start with the word “castors”. Fun fact: I’ve never seen this word before so I checked it in a dictionary. The first word I got for it was: “majavahattu” which means a hat made from the fur of the beaver. (Literally translated: beaver hat. Majava being beaver and hattu being hat.) The image of Harry wearing beaver hats on his feet was hilarious.
But I suspect Rowling meant this definition: “a pivoting roller attached to the bottom of furniture to allow it to be moved.” Which, okay. I think she could’ve used a more common word instead of beaver hats but all right then.
So, let’s get into why this paragraph is a bad mess. Well, first of: it could’ve been written infinitely better. Second of, here:
The snake suddenly opened its beady eyes. Slowly, very slowly, it raised its head until its eyes were on a level with Harry’s.
It winked.
Harry stared. Then he looked quickly around to see if anyone was watching. They weren’t. He looked back at the snake and winked, too.
The snake jerked its head towards Uncle Vernon and Dudley, then raised its eyes to the ceiling. It gave Harry a look that said quite plainly: “I get that all the time.”
“I know,” Harry murmured through the glass, though he wasn’t sure the snake could hear him. “It must be really annoying.”
The snake nodded vigorously.
“Where do you come from, anyway?” Harry asked.
The snake jabbed its tail at a little sign next to the glass. Harry peered at it.
Boa Constrictor, Brazil.
“Was it nice there?”
The boa constrictor jabbed its tail at the sign again and Harry read on: This specimen was bred in the zoo. “Oh, I see — so you’ve never been to Brazil?”
As the snake slid swiftly past him, Harry could have sworn a low, hissing voice said, “Brazil, here I come… Thanksss, amigo.”
The first book never explained how the boa knew Harry was a Parselmouth since it was the snake who initiated the contact instead of Harry inadvertently saying something in Parseltongue. But regardless! Harry knows he can talk to snakes. Harry has talked to a snake before. Why would Harry think: he had shouted stupidly at the snake, as if he’s never done it before?
Third of, Harry is a Parselmouth. Meaning he can talk to and understand snake hissing. I wasn’t aware Parselmouths can control snakes with Parseltongue, too. If Parselmouths can control snakes just with the language, then why didn’t Harry try it on the basilisk? Or did he? I can’t remember that far. I doubt it, though.
Instead of this: And miraculously — inexplicably — the snake slumped to the floor, docile as a thick black garden hose, its eyes now on Harry, why couldn’t the snake have been surprised, forget its attack on Justin, and turn to Harry and ask “what’s up with the snake language, biped?”
Fourth of, this: He knew the snake wouldn’t attack anyone now, though how he knew it, he couldn’t have explained, just isn’t good writing, plain and simple. Harry did this with the flying, too. If your character is just miraculously going to “know” something, for no reason or basis at all, then at least don’t bring it up in the narrative. Hand-waving is lazy and annoying. Either write it again or don’t write it at all.
So, here’s just one example how this could’ve been written instead:
Heart pounding with sudden adrenaline, Harry rushed instinctively forward. He didn’t know if it’d work, if the snake would listen to him, but he still shouted: “Leave him!” And miraculously it did, turning towards Harry instead. It swayed indecisively for a moment, its tongue flicking at the air, and then inquired, “You know our language?”
Because it feels like Rowling remembered Harry is a Parselmouth but she simply forgot he’s done it before.
Of course, if Rowling had been really clever, she could’ve used this opportunity to foreshadow Ginny’s involvement in the plot — such as it were. Since Ginny is a Parselmouth while she’s being possessed by Tommy. For example, someone could’ve yelled that Harry urged the snake to attack Justin and then Ginny could’ve snapped no, he didn’t! Because she would’ve understood what Harry said, but the reader could’ve assumed she said this just because of her crush on him.
Well, there’s still the question if the snake is an actual snake or if it’s magic in the shape of a snake, and would Parseltongue work on magic in the shape of a snake.
Also, by the way, why snakes? Why aren’t there other animals wizards can talk to? Hell, where are all the Leon-tongues and Corvus-tongues and Meles-tongues? (You know, since Latin seems to be the theme in spells at least. Which brings up the question, why aren’t all proper nouns in Latin?)
“A Parselmouth!” said Ron. “You can talk to snakes!”
“I know,” said Harry. “I mean, that’s only the second time I’ve ever done it.”
Ooooh, so Harry did remember he’s talked to snakes before? Fancy that. I guess the above paragraph was, indeed, just a badly written mess.
Also, if Harry can talk to snakes why couldn’t he have talked to garden snakes or something? But that would actually require him to be interested in something besides himself.
I know, I know, I’m being mean again.
“I spoke a different language? But — I didn’t realise — how can I speak a language without knowing I can speak it?”
Ha ha ha ha… Ooooh Harry. Just like you do everything!
Harry knew, somehow, what to do. He leant forward and grasped the broom tightly in both hands and it shot towards Malfoy like a javelin.
He knew the snake wouldn’t attack anyone now, though how he knew it, he couldn’t have explained.
You just know. It’s magic.
By the way, is this related to christianity as well? Because I’m not impressed. No wonder these books are like the bible of the 21st century. *sighs*
Both he and Hermione were looking as though someone had died. Harry couldn’t see what was so terrible.
“It matters,” said Hermione, speaking at last in a hushed voice, “because being able to talk to snakes was what Salazar Slytherin was famous for. That’s why the symbol of Slytherin house is a serpent.”
“Exactly,” said Ron. “And now the whole school’s going to think you’re his great-great-great-great-grandson or something…”
“But I’m not,” said Harry, with a panic he couldn’t quite explain.
“You’ll find that hard to prove,” said Hermione. “He lived about a thousand years ago; for all we know, you could be.”
Let’s talk about themes for a moment, shall we? Because the themes in these books are schizophrenic. One of the themes is that purebloods are terrible, horrible, bigoted people for wanting to preserve their blood (and thus, you know, their kin). And supposedly because they’re judging other people on theirs except we haven’t seen this so far. Since purebloods and Slytherins are our antagonists, you would assume that: judging others by blood is thus bad. Yes?
And then Rowling, in true Rowling fashion, has her darling pets do it as well. Constantly. More than the purebloods. Before the purebloods.
What I remember off the top of my head:
“A wizard, o’ course,” said Hagrid . . . “an’ a thumpin’ good’un, I’d say, once yeh’ve been trained up a bit. With a mum an’ dad like yours, what else would yeh be?”
“Yer not from a Muggle family.”
“Rotten ter the core, the whole family, everyone knows that. No Malfoy’s worth listenin’ ter. Bad blood, that’s what it is.”
And now we have Harry, Ron and Hermione acting like someone died because Harry might possibly, potentially, be the extremely distant relative of someone who lived a thousand years ago.
SO WHICH IS IT? Does blood matter or does it not?
Of course, Rowling could’ve gone with the nuanced view that just because purebloods are supposedly bad — even though she hasn’t bothered to show us how they’re bad — her protagonists aren’t any better. But well, what’s nuance? In Harry Potter no less.
He didn’t know anything about his father’s family, after all. The Dursleys had always forbidden questions about his wizarding relatives.
Ask other people. You’re in the Wizarding world. Hagrid gave you a whole book of your parents’ pictures which he got from their mythical friends.
Stop. Being. A. Moron.
Quietly, Harry tried to say something in Parseltongue. The words wouldn’t come. It seemed he had to be face to face with a snake to do it.
Um, how would you know if you’re speaking Parseltongue when you don’t even know when you are speaking Parseltongue?
Stop. Being. A. Moron.
“But I’m in Gryffindor,” Harry thought. “The Sorting Hat wouldn’t have put me in here if I had Slytherin blood…”
What’s that got to do with anything?
Slytherin is a school house. It’s not genetics.
Stop. Being. A. Moron.
“Ah,” said a nasty little voice in his brain, “But the Sorting Hat wanted to put you in Slytherin, don’t you remember?”
It also wanted to put you in Ravenclaw and Gryffindor because you’re so special you could fit in any house — except Hufflepuff but no one cares about them.
“Hmm,” said a small voice in his ear. “Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind, either. There’s talent, oh my goodness, yes — and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that’s interesting… So where shall I put you?”
Harry gripped the edges of the stool and thought, “Not Slytherin, not Slytherin.”
“Not Slytherin, eh?” said the small voice. “Are you sure? You could be great, you know, it’s all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that — no? Well, if you’re sure — better be GRYFFINDOR!”
Oh my god it didn’t even want to put Harry in Slytherin. Harry’s the moron who brought Slytherin up.
And see, Harry, all the Sorting Hat did was prop up what a Everyday Hero of Specialness you are. Just like in every good story! (And yes, I’m being sarcastic. And no, the issue isn’t that an author wants to write a super special hero; the issue is that the authors also feel the need to lie about it and they’re usually incapable of writing an actually special hero and instead end up writing absolute morons.)
Besides, let’s talk about the themes some more. So the epilogue happened and Rowling went all blah blah blah your school house don’t matter, Harry 2.0. And if you’re so worried about it anyway just ask the Hat to put you somewhere else! Wouldn’t this have been a terrific way to show it? By putting Harry in Slytherin and, hell, toss even him being the heir of Slytherin in there. And then have him turn out, like, I don’t even know, non-evil?
But of course we couldn’t have that.
And you know what would’ve been cool? If Harry’d been hearing this voice in his head for as long as he can remember so he doesn’t think much about it — never mind that he isn’t exactly bright — but it turns out to be Tommy?
By next morning, however, the snow that had begun in the night had turned into a blizzard so thick that the last Herbology lesson of term was cancelled: Professor Sprout wanted to fit socks and scarves on the Mandrakes, a tricky operation she would entrust to no one else, now that it was so important for the Mandrakes to grow quickly and revive Mrs Norris and Colin Creevey.
They’re plants. In soil. In pots. In greenhouses. Don’t put them outside or next to a draught and they’ll stay warm. Plants don’t generally like being moved all the time. It’s not like they pop up out of their soil and take a walk in nature either.
Besides, why aren’t these people getting their Mandrakes from somewhere else? Like, ask St Mungo’s Hospital? Or a shop? But instead, they’re letting these characters stay petrified because of — I don’t know — school pride?
. . . and he paused to listen, hidden in the Invisibility section.
Invisibility section?
“Hannah,” said the stout boy solemnly, “he’s a Parselmouth. Everyone knows that’s the mark of a dark wizard. Have you ever heard of a decent one who could talk to snakes? They called Slytherin himself Serpent-tongue.”
Oh, they know that, do they? And how do they know that? …..is this from christianity as well; this prejudice against snakes and talking to snakes? Because I’m not impressed.
Well, not that indigenous European religions didn’t have their own prejudices against snakes. But that’s because snakes have the power to eat the sun.
. . . Ernie went on, “Remember what was written on the wall?“
I do. No one else does, though.
“Enemies of the Heir Beware. Potter had some sort of run-in with Filch. Next thing we know, Filch’s cat’s attacked. That first-year, Creevey, was annoying Potter at the Quidditch match, taking pictures of him while he was lying in the mud. Next thing we know, Creevey’s been attacked.”
Oh my gooood, ha ha ha ha. Oh, please, please tell me that it wasn’t even a Mudblood who did this all! And the Mudblood and Squib stuff was always a red herring! It was Ginny all along, acting out her stalker fangirlism and using Tommy to achieve that. She’s Dobby.
Ginny Weasley Was the REAL Dark Wizard Extraordinaire All Along~. Oh, that’s good. That’s brilliant.
And of course it didn’t happen.
Unless Tommy was lying to save face?
“He always seems so nice, though,” said Hannah uncertainly . . .
He does? I don’t think Harry’s ever even talked to you. Hell, he doesn’t even remember your name. He didn’t know Ernie’s name, either, or any of the Hufflepuffs’ even though they’ve been in the same Herbology lessons for two years, ha ha.
“No one knows how he survived that attack by You Know Who. I mean to say, he was only a baby when it happened. He should have been blasted into smithereens. Only a really powerful Dark Wizard could have survived a curse like that.”
You know, these characters sure have a weird hard-on for Dark Wizards. They’re always going Dark Wizard that, Dark Wizard this. They’re like superstitious people who blame everything anomalous and unexplained on witchcraft. Which is ironic.
Also, a reminder:
“Never wondered how you got that mark on yer forehead? That was no ordinary cut. That’s what yeh get when a powerful, evil curse touches yeh — took care of yer mum an’ dad an’ yer house, even — but it didn’t work on you, an’ that’s why yer famous, Harry. No one ever lived after he decided ter kill ’em, no one except you, an’ he’d killed some o’ the best witches an’ wizards of the age . . .”
One) This pretty much says Harry’s scar isn’t unique and there’ve been other Wizards or non-Wizards who’ve had a lightning scar. These dumbasses should’ve been able to come up with some theories. But they didn’t. Because they’re morons.
Two) The reason why Harry is famous isn’t the scar but because Tommy — with his terrible on-screen track record of killing people — couldn’t murder the brat. So Harry’s famous for something his mom did and for Tommy being a blundering moron.
But yeah, it’s totally Gilderoy who’s the fake celebrity. Hey, all I’m saying, even if he did steal other people’s accomplishments he still worked for it.
A group of the Hufflepuffs who should have been in Herbology were indeed sitting at the back of the library, but they didn’t seem to be working.
Ernie lowered his voice mysteriously, the Hufflepuffs bent closer . . .
. . . every one of the Hufflepuffs looked as though they had been Petrified by the sight of him . . .
The Hufflepuffs’ worst fears had clearly been confirmed.
Ha ha ha, oh my god, Harry, how do you not know these characters’ names? You’ve been going to the same lesson with them for half a year if not a year and a half!
“Hello,” said Harry. “I’m looking for Justin Finch-Fletchley.”
Oh come on, Harry. Ernie just said he told Justin to hide in the Hufflepuff dormitory. You could’ve just gone directly to see him. It might’ve worked better than confronting these dumbasses while you’re angry.
Justin Finch-Fletchley was lying on the floor, rigid and cold, a look of shock frozen on his face, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.
Okay, this is just unbelievable. I don’t buy at all that the snake wouldn’t have eaten this kid.
He could run, and no one would ever know he had been there. But he couldn’t just leave them lying here… he had to get help. Would anyone believe he hadn’t had anything to do with this?
I know; run away and send an anonymous tip. Or better yet; run away and wait for the classes to end. I doubt they’ll last long anyway.
Peeves stopped, halfway through a mid-air somersault. Upside-down, he spotted Justin and Nearly Headless Nick. He flipped the right way up, filled his lungs . . .
Rowliiiing. Ghosts still don’t have lungs or the need to breathe. Don’t write ghosts if you aren’t going to write them as ghosts.
No sooner had the scene cleared somewhat than Ernie the Hufflepuff arrived, panting, on the scene.
“Caught in the act!” Ernie yelled, his face stark white, pointing his finger dramatically at Harry.
He’s funny.
Justin was carried up to the hospital wing by Professor Flitwick and Professor Sinistra of the Astronomy department . . .
How about that spell? You know, Wingardium Leviosa? The first spell the characters learned in these books?
. . . In the end, Professor McGonagall conjured a large fan out of thin air, which she gave to Ernie with instructions to waft Nearly Headless Nick up the stairs. This Ernie did, fanning Nick along like a silent black hovercraft.
Shouldn’t air also just go through ghosts? Unless the petrification somehow solidified him but if that’s the case why couldn’t they just Wingardium Leviosa him? Or carry him, if they like manual labour so much?
Behind the wall was a spiral staircase which was moving smoothly upwards, like an escalator.
Why’d Arthur then ask how escalators work?
Harry’s spell count so far: a whopping one!
“Harry — you’re a great wizard, you know.”
I really wouldn’t go that far.