Wizards, Muggles, Grigotts, wands, phoenix, polyjuice potion, gillyweed, merpeople, alohomora… do these take you yet again to that outlandish, mystical world? Does the mention of the ‘M’ word ring a bell even today? For Harry Potter movie followers, the story’s not over yet.
But (don’t mind me saying) I don’t consider those who follow just the movies as the real followers. Folks, if you think HP movies make your pulses race as if on a gringotts trolley, reading the book would give you a sense of apparition(remember, the knot tightening somewhere inside the stomach?) I remember the night I spent reading HP-II, the chamber of secrets. I was there, deep below Hogwards with the horrifyingly exciting basilisk, Harry and the mysterious soul of Tom, when my mom shook and pulled me out of there. The next moment I was on my bed and the clock showed 4. With a dose of my mom’s rebukes (You have an exam for this Harry Potter thing tomorrow, or what? Mugging it up like mad…)
It seemed as if the whole world was rejoicing with the wizarding world when Fred and George left the wicked Umbridge and the entire Hogwards gaping at the wonder they set off with Weasleys’ Wildfire Whiz-bangs, cried at the abrupt end of the legend called Dumbledore, mused at the links between Voldemort, the epitome of ‘devilous’ deceit and Harry, the friend of friends and hated Peter Pettigrew for blearing the eyes of his best pals James and Lilly. The wizarding world was a family and we loved being a part of it. Sadly, none of the HP movies managed to lend that level of exhilaration. Atleast not to those who have already tasted the pleasure of the literary magic. ..