“If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.”
Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire, Page 525
And so the magic continues. I was a bit worried about this book. I knew that I was going to have to stop reading due to vacation time, and when I stop reading, it can be very difficult for me to get back into it.
When I got back home, that’s exactly what happened. I found no need or desire to pick up the book again. I was almost sad that I’d never finish the series.
But like the magic in its pages, the book has a way of casting a spell.
I picked it up one random night and finished the 200 pages I had left in one sitting. I am so glad I did, and it was so easy to jump right back into the world of magic.
Something I’ve loved the most about reading the books is that everything is perfectly explained right there in black and white for you.
I’ve mentioned this briefly before, but the movies, though satisfying, can leave a small hole. As if there’s something missing, but because the story’s essence is there, you don’t really question it. It’s not until I read the books where every detail is clearly explained that I understand how lacking the movies are.
This doesn’t mean the movies are bad; I love them very much. It only means that the books are a beautiful way to pair the meal that are the movies.
*BEWARE: Spoilers Lie Ahead*
As a journalism student, The Daily Prophet is of great interest to me, and Rita Skeeter is exactly the type of journalist I don’t want to be.
I have to admit, she’s an intriguing and compelling character. She’s cunning and determined (or stubborn to be more precise.)
She added that element of realism to the wizarding world with her juicy articles shaping the opinions of the wizards and witches who read her articles.
I definitely had a love-hate relationship with her. Still, in the very end, she showed her true form: a stinky, little bug.
A big mystery that the movies merely scratched the surface of is that of the Longbottoms. It broke my heart to read about Neville and his grandmother visiting family members that didn’t even recognize them.
Even before reading the books, I loved Neville so much. I always thought he was so sweet, kind, and braver than I could ever be.
I hope there’s more to come about his family, and perhaps some good news. It’s a shame that sometimes it seems the good ones are the ones who suffer the most.
I could practically feel Dumbledore’s frustration with Fudge at the end. Though I understand how Fudge wouldn’t want to believe such dark forces returning to haunt them, it’s his stupidity that infuriates me.
To simply disregard the slightest chance of the return of the biggest threat to their world is the stupidest thing a minister can do. Still, fear can be more powerful than a blindfold itself.
Though fiction it may be, what he represents is very much real. He embodied bravery and loyalty, a true Hufflepuff to the end. Dumbledore was right; denying the truth of his death would be an insult to his memory.
Remember his name and with it, the truth that is the power within bravery, loyalty, and honesty. Remember him and remember that hatred may win battles, but we shall never let it win the war.
Hermione, in the film, said it best.
“Everything’s going to change now, isn’t it?”
The urgency to create alliances has set it. The secrecy between familiar faces has begun to grow. The preparation to fight against the greatest threat of the wizarding world has become a necessity.
The pages have become slightly darker. The words have become slightly heavier. And the harm that will come to these characters I’ve grown fond of has become more of a reality than ever before.
I agree with Harry.