Harry Potter and the muggles who wouldn’t grow up

“Harry wished he had eight more eyes… There were shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver instruments Harry had never seen before, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels’ eyes, tottering piles of spell books, quills, and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon….“ I was nine years old when Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone was published. It had just been awarded the Smarties prize when, as a treat, my teacher began reading it aloud to us at the end of a long day. By the time my mum came to pick me…

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