So Prisoner of Azkaban. This has been perhaps the most eventful book so far. The evil-wizard-who-isn’t turns out to be Harry’s dogfather godfather.
There’s a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who has
some dark arts I don't WANT to be defended against, if you catch my drift. Harry almost dies some more on the
Quidditch field. A hippogriff is wrongfully executed (OR IS HE?). Hermione
bends the laws of time and space so she can be an even bigger nerd. Ron shows
character for just a minute right at the end of Chapter 19. The scaly, putrid Hand
of the Law tries to Cuckoo’s Nest an innocent child.
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This is getting out of hand, guys. |
But I don’t want to talk about any of that. Instead, I’m gonna use
this post to talk about Harry’s latent romantic feelings for Neville
Longbottom.
“Woss your name?” Stan persisted.
“Neville Longbottom,” said Harry, saying the first name that came into his head. (p. 34)
He watched, as though somebody was playing him a piece of film, Sirius Black blasting Peter Pettigrew (who resembled Neville Longbottom) into a thousand pieces. (p. 213)
Harry slept badly. First he dreamed that he had overslept, and that Wood was yelling, “Where were you? We had to use Neville instead!” (p. 302)
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The Valentine Harry REALLY wanted in Book 2. |
And Lupin sums up Snape in one sentence:
“What about Professor Snape?” said Hermione in a small voice, looking down at Snape’s prone figure.
“There’s nothing seriously wrong with him,” said Lupin. (p. 377)