Hello, wizard people! It’s time for chapter six of the Harry Potter read-along/reread with the Book Smugglers. I approached this one with some trepidation, because the first two times I read it I was obviously emotionally gutted. There was significantly more gutting the first time around, since the whole Dumbledore murder thing was a surprise, and I’m proud to say I only wept a small amount during this, my third reading. But still, I wept, dear readers. I wept. More thoughts, in no particular order:
- For the past several books, I’ve found myself wondering about the educational approach at Hogwarts, because it seems like the teachers just tell the students to open their books and follow instructions rather than any, you know, teaching. As much as I always say I wish I went to Hogwarts, this doesn’t seem like the most effective approach ever.
- Speaking of education, doesn’t it seem somewhat unethical for the Slug Club to even exist? Maybe they do things differently in the British wizarding world, but in my Southern California muggle world it would be pretty severely frowned upon for a teacher to form a semi-official “club” for their favorites.
- Speaking of favorites, Ginny has always been one, and when she shuts Ron the hell down for even coming close to slut shaming her she earns a major bad bitch gold medal.
- SPEAKING OF GINNY (sorry, I’m on a roll/stuck in a “speaking of” space/time feedback loop), Harry is such an idiot for dumping her in the end. I know they get back together (they do, right? That’s not just a movie-ism?), but I’ve always found his crazy spider man “I’ve got to do this alone” thing silly. I mean, let’s be real: Ginny is at risk for being harmed by Voldemort and his squad simply for her relationship with Harry as one of his best friends. I very seriously doubt that if snake face was like “so, give me the deets: are you two OFFICIALLY going out, or are you just not-so-secretly still in love with each other sans title? Oh, the latter? OK then, no pain for you!” No. Thank goodness Rowling doesn’t actually allow him to go it alone and has Hermione and Ron crap on his dramatics.
- I loved how, just as Sirius’s reputation as best dude ever got a bit of tarnish on it in The Order of the Phoenix, Malfoy becomes a more sympathetic character by the end of The Half-Blood Prince. For once you see the enormous amount of pressure on him and his family to continue being, well, evil; for all his dark-side bravado, one has to wonder just how rotten Malfoy is, aside from being a dick. He cried in the bathroom to Moaning Myrtle, for crying out loud!
- I’m not going to say much about the death of Dumbledore, other than the fact that it wasn’t necessary is still as much of an ice pick in my heart of hearts. I KNOW that Snape had to do it to earn his Death Eater spy chops, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.
- Am I the only one who wishes Kreecher didn’t have a diaper as his one form of clothing? It just seems so distasteful.
That’s it for now. Til next month, when I cry my god damn eyes out for several hundred pages of The Deathly Hallows.