It’s like Harry Potter meets Winnie the Pooh and the Heffalumps. And some people had too much time on their hands over the summer and emailed each other weirdly.
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Any similarities to recognizable Harry Potter characters, ideas, or objects are completely intentional. It’s because we like them.
L: ”Resembles a gummy walnut.” I think that is the most disgusting description ever. I would like to throw up.
E: What resembles a gummy walnut?? A brain?
Well here’s a bag.
L: Tom. The barman at the Leaky Cauldron. Says so on in the paper. “Wizened old man who resembles a gummy walnut.”
Thank you. It has not yet materialized. I will call you when it does. Um, who throws up in a bag?
E: It says that Tom the Barman resembles a gummy walnut? Well that’s demented.
Hmmm. The teleportation portal must be crowded. People on planes.
L: Disgusting, huh? Actually, I may have closed it on my side. I’ll go check.
E: Okay, and?
L: No, it’s open, I don’t know why that bag is not coming through.
E: Hmmmm. Maybe it was intercepted by a bag-nabbing wirszuz.
L: This system is so inadequate. If you can’t protect items from bag-nabbing wirszuzes, how can you possibly guarantee they won’t fall into the hands (claws, I guess) of snarkle-nosed kaputs? Or worse, the purple-snail-clad-assasin priests?
E: I can’t. I should’ve insured the darned thing. Against polygleefis mirdipuds as well. Those are practically taking over the east Peridian portals.
L: I suppose it’s a necessary precaution, nowadays.
Did you put a tracker on it? I was so hoping for that bag. We ought to go I.I.E.M.P (Interfering and Intentionally Ivil Magical Pest) hunting this weekend. The bpalooker knazzes (among other things) are getting out of hand. I’ve used all my poison guided arrows and don’t know where my ray gun is, though. Do you have extra of either that I could borrow? I mean, my wand would do, but those IIEMP’s have an uncanny ability to avoid stunning spells, and one once carried off my friend’s wand. I do NOT want that to happen. I only have a limited amount of money, and I’m using it to buy school clothes.
E: I forgot to get the tracking number. Damn. The zollipleedus widdlefugs enjoy eating trackers anyway; they hardly ever survive. You think it was the IIEMP’s? Gosh, I’d only gone as far as IMP’s (Interfering Magical Pests). We should probably owl extermination. Lately I’ve been finding kahzoozles all over the house. One was even in my fridge drinking Old Ogden’s! If I see that happen again, it’ll be the magical pest bureau and no mistake!
I used my last guided arrow on friday—killed a garnickle with it, too. But I still have a couple rayguns and quinrim spears. You should probably fly by to pick them up though; can’t trust the portals now. And they’re too heavy for owl.
Wow. Did your friend complain? She should have. And all the new books! Insanely expensive.
L: Really E? I’ll never get that bag. Think how many gold bobbets we’ve lost!
See, I suspect the IIEMP’s because they’ve been knocking off the IMP’s lately, polishing them off by the dozen. It must be the weather. All these lunar flares, planetary enlargements, and shooting stars could be affecting their appetites.
Owling extermination, that’s a good idea. You should suggest that to the Department of Magical Portals and Transportation. They’re being much more open with and accepting towards the public now.
Wow—kahzoozles! The only thing I ever get are bidiplogs. What do you do with them?
I support you all the way, though good luck getting ahold of the bureau.
No more arrows! Do you know anyone who has a few to spare? Oh fantastic. I’ll surely do so. Definitely not. These transportation networks have all gone haywire, from what I’ve heard. Did you read about what happened to the latest distributed batch of floo powder? It will either immobilize you or take you to the spot furthest away from your chosen destination. Wouldn’t want to waste another owl, either.
She did, but, as you know, a snapped wand is a snapped wand.
I know. I’m loosing gold so fast you wouldn’t believe it…
E: I was all in a tizzy when I sent it. . . the neighbor’s crizzenthen was attacking my old cat. I’m afraid you might not.
WE lost? It was all me! My gold to send you that bag. . .
Oh, right. Good point. Read an article about IIEMP expansion yesterday in The Prophet. Their advice was to lock your doors and hide the children. All you can ever expect from that paper anyway. Someone should ask the centaurs. Not me though! I had enough of them last year at the International Interspecies Convention! Always asking for something or telling you you were about to die. . . worse than Trelawney! And they wouldn’t leave my department alone about a new broom that could seat a centaur! Really now! A broom for a horse?
I think I will. Well they have to be, what with all the goings on recently. They’re losing face and’ll take any suggestion to get out of it. And now with all the waddlumps in their offices. . . bidiplogs are rather scarcer my way. But kahzoozles! I do it the muggle way—after ‘em with a hatchet. They’re immune to most minor hexes and jinxes.
Yeah, I’ve tried 9 times in the last week. They’re backed up till next christmas. I think Grizelda Marchbanks had a few. But she was murdered. . . let’s see. The Prewitts’ were stolen by biddipongs last Wednesday. . . the Turpins might have a couple. Try them. Yeah. And I can’t drop ‘em off either. My hovercar broke down this morning. I think a kneazle crawled up inside the engine. Brilliant. I have to speak to the Department of Futuristic Un-Wizardly things now on top of all the IIEMPs.
Oh yeah, I heard about that at the office. I caught Jan trying to give some to Pete too this morning. Had to stop THAT. Still. There should be some kind of reimbursement.
L: I thought your cat was part snerklax? Well, you can give me a new bag when I fly over to pick up the raygun later this week.
But you see, the ministry has just instated that black gold tax, so it was partially me as well.
Oh well that’s helpful. Biting books? Lock your doors, hide the children. Leaking cauldrons? Lock your doors, hide the children. Dark wizards? Lock your doors, hide the children. And now IIEMPs? Same thing. Precisely, I’ve come not to hope for too much. One might even find more truth/relative information in The Quibbler!
How did you work your way into that convention? I heard it was going to be packed; did people skive off because of the dragonpox epidemic? Oh, so NOW they want to involve themselves with us? It’s always been their dearest ambition to disassociate themselves from the human magical population. Filthy seers, the lot of them. What hypocrites! A broom, merlin’s pants! Next time one prances up to your department, tell it to consult the stars for its’ answer. But i don’t know, E. Trelawney could give them a run for their galleons. She’s taken to haunting my office this summer, I don’t know what she’s hoping for. She thinks my hair is a sign of distress. “The curls! Ah, my child, a sign of certain impending doom, a deathly shadow on the horizon!” Excuse me, but if she thinks I’m going to go running because of my hair, she’s up her tree. I think what she really wants is my office, but I’d sooner eat my owl.
That’s what I thought. The ministry is completely useless these days. Have you tried talking with filius? for some reason I think he has a connection in that particular department. Though I don’t know how useful it will be now, what with all the goblin inquiries.
E: Well she is, but she’s getting up in her years. Can’t do anything against a crizzenthen nowadays. Used to be she could tear their scales off with one swipe, but not now. She can’t even outrun pete.
I will if you remind me when you’re here. Everything’s just gone to Azkaban in a dementor’s pocket these last few days. . . can’t even get my shoes on the right feet most mornings.
Oh right. The black gold tax. Aren’t they protesting that over in Godric’s Hollow already? Not surprising seeing how much they’ve lost there due to all the stiltend attacks in the few years.
Always the same. Honestly. All those leaky cauldrons a few years back were not threatening anything but your fire. My potions put it out all the time. So let’s hid the children! Why not? Merlin. I’d like to strangle that Rita Skeeter woman and then feed her to a kernuzzle. Slowly. Recently The Quibbler‘s been publishing some good stuff in between the reports of crumple-horned snorkacks in Kent. Did you see the bit about Shacklebolt’s secret pudding recipe? I don’t for a moment doubt it’s true. That man’s always been a little too gruff for my liking. . . and 50 page reports on every call! What a git.
The dragonpox epidemic hit Surrey hard, but I was there on official business. Not that I wanted to be, but I had to represent the Ministry along with ol’ bushy-hair Granger. She was there petitioning for house-elf and centaur rights and I was there to make sure she didn’t accomplish anything. God. Can you imagine house-elves getting wages? And holidays? They LIKE it. Why granger has to go about stirring up trouble when we’ve got enough on our hands as it is I don’t know. . . and the centaurs and their brooms! Godric! It was worse than the Romanians at the world cup this July! And they are such hussies! You’re right. Only 2 years ago they were content to go live off in their forests doing who-know’s what with twigs and now? Brooms! To accommodate a horse! And of course they got all offended about being called horses, but what else could I say? We were all nearly kicked out on the second day of the convention. Dueling over whether or not one is like that hag umbridge is apparently not convention-sanctioned. But I talked my way out of it, Granger was no help of course. She just threw me dirty looks the whole time and told me I was hurting her cause. Well good, is all I have to say.
Didn’t Granger walk out of a lesson with Trelawney back in school? Don’t blame her, but why she would have taken the class in the first place beats me. I’ve only met the old bat three times, but each time it’s: “The signs! The signs! I have seen in my crystal that you will meet an old wizened woman in shawls in the near future. Do not speak to her, she spells DEATH.” The arse. Doesn’t even realize she’s talking about herself. I’m not sure she wants your office, Minot. What would she do with it? Make it rain? Naaaah. She’s a crazy old bird if there ever was one. Can’t see why Dumbledore’s kept her on so long anyway. . . then again he’s misplaced a few marbles along the way too. Thinks the world’s problems can be solved with a hug. Bit like The Prophet. Bad grade? Here’s a hug. Giant snake attacking students? How ’bout a hug? Mass-murderer escaped? He just needs a hug. You-Know-Who’s back? His mummy never gave him hugs. And I don’t blame the poor woman, with a mug like his, not even your own mother’d want to get too close.
No, I’ll owl Filius later today, that sounds like a good idea. The pesky goblins!!!! Almost worse than the centaurs! Though of course they picketed the convention. That solved a few problems. Security was looser too. Never can trust a goblin. They’ll give their allegiance to the highest bidder and, rumor has it, right now that’s He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Brilliant. A whole race we have to capture and interrogate.
YES!!!!!!! The new Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows trailer was released yesterday and I only haven’t posted it yet because I’ve been too busy watching it over and over frame by frame!!!!!
IT IS SO EPIC.
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Old Versus New: Ignorance is Progress
During a discussion regarding Lyra’s future and well-being, the Librarian of Jordan College makes an interesting observation of human nature to the Master. He says, with regard to Lyra’s apparent disinterest in any serious matter, “That’s the duty of the old. . . to be anxious on behalf of the young. And the duty of the young is to scorn the anxiety of the old” (Pullman 32).
The Librarian makes this observation in response to the Master’s comment that giving Lyra more information would ease his anxiety for her. In responding thus, the Librarian expresses his feeling that no matter what steps they take to ensure Lyra’s safety, they will still worry for her, and she will still scorn their worry, brushing it aside as unnecessary. There is a parallel between this relationship of the young and old that the Librarian describes and that of Harry Potter and Dumbledore. Throughout the series, Dumbledore worries on Harry’s behalf while Harry either dismisses the worry, feeling that it is unproductive or unneeded, or resents it. Many a time in the books does Harry end up shouting at Dumbledore for just such a reason.
However, the disregard of the young for the worries of the old is perfectly natural. The old are the wise for a reason as they have had much more time to see the world than the young have. Their age gives them perspective and allows them to recognize the folly of youth. Of course, with all this in mind, it is perfectly natural for the old to worry about the young who are so often ignorant of the ways of the world. In the eyes of the old, the young are naïve, open to change (for better or for worse), and therefore in need of guidance—for if they will not worry themselves, someone must do it for them. Nonetheless, the young continue to be open-minded in their naïveté, and, really, it is better for the human race that they are. Without the continuous cycle between the anxiety of the old and amenability of the young, their would be no progress. The old have seen too much of the world to be open to new ideas and therefore the concept of change scares them. Without the daring and reckless youth of the young, few revolutionary ideas would be tested or used and the world would have no chance at advancement.
Proposition: Without the inherent conflict between the old and the young, there would be no progress in the world.
The Power of Rumplesnitz: Confidence in One’s Abilities
Knight-in-training Gawaine le Couer-Hardy lacks confidence until his headmaster gives him a magic word—‘Rumplesnitz’—that will protect him from all harm. Gawaine successfully kills forty-nine dragons using the magic word, but upon meeting the fiftieth, he is paralyzed with fear and forgets the word, but still defeats the dragon! Gawaine’s headmaster then reveals the truth about the magic word to Gawaine, shocking him considerably: “It wasn’t magic in a literal sense . . . but it was much more wonderful than that. The word gave you confidence. It took away your fears” (Broun 6).
This literary version of the Placebo effect is present in many stories, from Pixar’s “Kung Fu Panda” (though this is hardly literature) to JK Rowling’s Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. In the sixth installment of the Potter series, Ron joins the Gryffindor Quidditch team as Keeper and, though he possesses the skill necessary to succeed, he lacks confidence. Harry, knowing that Ron won’t be able to conquer his fears on his own, leads Ron to believe that he has drunk a goblet of pumpkin juice Harry had spiked with his lucky potion, or Felix Felicis, given to him by Professor Slughorn. Because Ron thinks he has been given a magical source of luck, he believes he will succeed and does not miss a single save during the match. After he is confronted by Hermione, Harry shows them the still sealed vial of potion and reveals to Ron that he actually succeeded through his own talent—much to Ron’s amazement. Up to this point the stories of Gawaine le Coeur-hardy and Ron Weasley are similar, but after the realization they take different courses. Upon the discovery that he performed brilliantly all by himself, Ron is thrilled and continues to perform well. However when Gawaine finds out the truth, he has a mental break down which leaves him gibbering about his near escape from death and so confused and scared he is immediately devoured by the next dragon he meets.
In giving Gawaine the magic word ‘Rumplesnitz’, the headmaster sought to help him overcome his fears and build his confidence. It was clear that Gawaine had it in him to do so, but only lacked confidence in himself. ‘Rumplesnitz’ was supposed to aid Gawaine in discovering his own ability, but really the plan backfired as when he learned the truth, he lost all his newly found confidence and was killed soon after.
Proposition: It is not one’s abilities that matter, but rather one’s own confidence in one’s abilities.
Picture source: http://www.doctorpopcorn.com/2009/07/harry-potter-and-half-blood-prince.html
Everyone knows that the amazing (for the most part) Potter films involve a lot of visual effects. Now we can see the process behind some of the special effects in Half-Blood Prince, like how Dumbledore’s hand was digitally altered to create the ‘dead-look’, how Slughorn went from overstuffed-armchair to man, and how the duel between Snape and Harry was accomplished!
