Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix: Chapter 13
Well, ain't she an evil one.
I did a couple turns in detention in my day, and had to write on the chalkboard a couple times too. But nothing ever as malevolent as what Dolores made Harry do. Gracious.
It's clear she's not there to teach or even cares about education, making Harry miss all of that homework time. But Harry did well to not let her see him sweat. In this case, the pen is mightier than the sword.
And what about her taste for tackiness? Of course, that is a trait with a lot of magic folk. Look at Fudge, if you can. Maybe dressing like that is how you rise in the ranks at the ministry.
The good news in this chapter is that Ron made the quidditch team as keeper. He had a rough first day of practice, but haven't we all been there. Finally, I have something about Ron to root for.
Maybe they can get Dolores on the pitch and fire the bludger at her.
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix: Chapter 14
Percy, Percy, Percy ... will you ever learn?
Probably not as long as he is blinded by his own ambition. I'm certain he has eyes on the minister's office one day. His letter, while full of heartfelt concern for his little bro (yeah, right), is surely another attempt to score points with Fudge. The more people Fudge can get on his side, no matter how lowly their leadership position, the easier his planned coup against Dumbledore will be. At least that's what Percy Weasel thinks.
Fudge is a fool and his magic can't begin to stand up to Dumbledore's and the combined strength of the Order of the Phoenix. At least that's my take anyway.
It was good for Harry to see Sirius, I think. It always seems to calm him down. And Sirius confirmed for us how truly paranoid Fudge is about Dumbledore. Of course, he couldn't be more wrong about Dumbledore. They're really fighting the same enemy, only Fudge is too stupid or cursed to see it. Or he's corrupt.
Now who's getting paranoid. But it is getting so you can't trust anyone these days. Why I wouldn't even trust Jack Bauer if showed up in the next chapter.
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Wednesday, July 21, 2010
I'll sleep outside
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire: Chapter 7
The poor Muggle running the campground must have thought there was a Woodstock reunion going on. It will be for his own good that his memories will be obliviated.
So these are tents on the outside and whatever you can imagine or afford on the inside. These magical people are so clever. However, I won't be staying with the Weasleys. The smell of cats would put me out under the stars. It's not just the smell, but the accompanying itchy eyes, sneezing and labored breathing that for me accompany the presence - present or past - of cats. Somebody pass the Benadryl.
The joy Percy's siblings must have felt when Crouch called their self-important brother Weatherby must have made the trip worth it already. That's a story that will be retold more often than whatever happens the next at Quidditch final.
The magical folk don't live like the Muggles in many ways, but it becomes more and more obvious that it is a competitive world. We've seen it with Snape, the Malfoys, Voldemort and now in the conversation between Bagman and Crouch. Arthur Weasley is one of the few to be content to do his job and not make a big deal about it. A bagful of galleons doesn't buy happiness, and Arthur has that figured out.
Again I say, let the games begin.
The poor Muggle running the campground must have thought there was a Woodstock reunion going on. It will be for his own good that his memories will be obliviated.
So these are tents on the outside and whatever you can imagine or afford on the inside. These magical people are so clever. However, I won't be staying with the Weasleys. The smell of cats would put me out under the stars. It's not just the smell, but the accompanying itchy eyes, sneezing and labored breathing that for me accompany the presence - present or past - of cats. Somebody pass the Benadryl.
The joy Percy's siblings must have felt when Crouch called their self-important brother Weatherby must have made the trip worth it already. That's a story that will be retold more often than whatever happens the next at Quidditch final.
The magical folk don't live like the Muggles in many ways, but it becomes more and more obvious that it is a competitive world. We've seen it with Snape, the Malfoys, Voldemort and now in the conversation between Bagman and Crouch. Arthur Weasley is one of the few to be content to do his job and not make a big deal about it. A bagful of galleons doesn't buy happiness, and Arthur has that figured out.
Again I say, let the games begin.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Travelogue
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire: Chapter 5
Well, it's certainly taken longer for me to get back to reading, writing and arithmancy than it took for Harry to get to the Burrow.
Fred and George, however, waste no time getting in trouble. Their mother is quite right. All of their intelligence, ingenuity and ambition could certainly be put to greater use. Maybe they will by the end of the final book, but in the meantime we can just enjoy their mischief.
Sir Percy continues to be high strung. We can only hope Mr. Crouch appreciates all of his hard work on cauldron bottoms.
Meanwhile, I hope, for Percy's sake, he didn't leave the dragon dung in his to-do tray.
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire: Chapter 6
After 2,500 miles and about 50 hours in a minivan, I wish I had known about this Apparating business. Where do I sign up for this class?
I wonder if Fred and George have developed anything that will send the top half of their brothers to the Quidditch World Cup and their bottom halves to the Starship Enterprise. Scotty will wonder what happened.
The description of the Harry, Hermione and the Weasleys trudging up Stoatshead Hill put a picture in my mind of the Von Trapps hiking to Switzerland. You know, Climb Every Mountain and all that sort of thing.
From the description, the boot doesn't sound like one of anybody's favorite things, but it got the job done. And I'll bet it was a more pleasant ride than what you get with floo powder.
Let the games begin.
Well, it's certainly taken longer for me to get back to reading, writing and arithmancy than it took for Harry to get to the Burrow.
Fred and George, however, waste no time getting in trouble. Their mother is quite right. All of their intelligence, ingenuity and ambition could certainly be put to greater use. Maybe they will by the end of the final book, but in the meantime we can just enjoy their mischief.
Sir Percy continues to be high strung. We can only hope Mr. Crouch appreciates all of his hard work on cauldron bottoms.
Meanwhile, I hope, for Percy's sake, he didn't leave the dragon dung in his to-do tray.
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire: Chapter 6
After 2,500 miles and about 50 hours in a minivan, I wish I had known about this Apparating business. Where do I sign up for this class?
I wonder if Fred and George have developed anything that will send the top half of their brothers to the Quidditch World Cup and their bottom halves to the Starship Enterprise. Scotty will wonder what happened.
The description of the Harry, Hermione and the Weasleys trudging up Stoatshead Hill put a picture in my mind of the Von Trapps hiking to Switzerland. You know, Climb Every Mountain and all that sort of thing.
From the description, the boot doesn't sound like one of anybody's favorite things, but it got the job done. And I'll bet it was a more pleasant ride than what you get with floo powder.
Let the games begin.
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