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Harry Potter - A Cosmos of Magic

Well, I just don't know where to begin from. My Harry Potter world is so vast and the thought behind every single minuscule detail, The Knight Bus for example, or the Animagus, is ingenious, it really is.
For those of you who don't know (though I seriously doubt it), the Harry Potter series authored by J.K. Rowling, is full of magical moments and at times, dangerous situations where there seems to be no obvious escape. But this series, literally does bring magic into our ordinary, Muggle lives and it touched my heart to the very core.
I could fill the pages of 7 books myself about how I felt when I read the books and watched the films and my emotions and reactions to the Harry Potter characters.To me, and I'm sure to millions of others in this world, these are not abiotic, fictitious characters but living, breathing people in flesh and bone.
The concept which was truly wonderful was the Pensieve. It would be great to relive those memories that you have almost forgotten and what better way than to witness the incident again? I truly loved the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes especially the Skiving Snackboxes. Snape was so beautifully depicted in the books as well as in the films....I truly detested him initially but in the last book when all the secrets are spilt, I was shocked to find that I had badly misunderstood him! There couldn't be a better actor than Alan Rickman for Snape. And of course, I can't forget Hagrid! He was one of my favourite characters and I'm so glad that he wasn't killed or murdered or attacked or something of the sorts.
The death which saddened me the most was Sirius's, closely followed by Remus Lupin's. Both of them were like fathers to Harry and that's why their being there for him was crucial.
As to who I detest the most, I cannot decide between Dolores Umbridge and Peter Pettrigrew. I think I would go with Umbridge. Her 'hem-hem' cough was maddening.
I'm simply delighted that Jo created Molly Weasley as she was the only mother figure to Harry amongst all the others, Minerva Mcgonagall was more of a comforting and consoling guide.
The books beautifully  portray that the bonds of faith, love and most importantly, friendship are far more stronger than hatred or war.
The Marauders Map was extraordinary. And the talking, moving portraits were amazing! I love every aspect of Hogwarts - The Great Hall, The Sorting Hat, Hagrid's pumpkin patch, even the ghosts! And I can't find words to say anything about Quidditch. About the most wonderful sport ever invented, that's what it is. If I had a choice, I would go and live in Hogsmeade forever! Even the mere thought of Honeydukes makes my mouth water! And I could gulp down a full bottle of Butterbeer in one go!
If I don't stop now, I think I'll go on writing forever, because the world of Harry Potter is ever expanding. There's so much to explore and discover. If I decided to explore the Department of Mysteries alone, I could spend months and still, there would be dark mysteries lurking behind those doors.
Harry Potter is by far, one of the most interesting, exciting, thrilling and intriguing series I have ever come across. I hope Jo keeps expanding this beautiful and magical world.
Magic fills every page of the books. Though I'm really mad at you for inventing the Veil of Death, Jo. And if you did, why couldn't you kill somebody as vile as Lucius Malfoy? Or Bellatrix Lestrange. ( She would be a perfect substitute.)

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