Ever since my eight year-old self could read, I was obsessed with an eleven year-old boy wizard. Harry Potter was once a simple boy kept under his aunt and uncle’s stairs, but he soon transformed into a monstrous franchise that shattered records around the world. Forwarding twelve years in time, my twenty year-old self still keeps this magical boy in my heart and on my bookshelf.
When rumors started spreading last April that there would be another Harry Potter, I cringed. As much as I loved reading the books and watching the movies, the thought of another book sat uneasily in my stomach. Having already said goodbye to the beloved characters and a major part of my childhood, there was no turning back for me.
Last Thursday, J. K. Rowling said in a press conference that she would be screenwriting “Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them”, a spin-off set in the same magical universe. The new film series will take place seventy years before the story of Harry Potter and will be set in New York City. While I am sure that the movie will find great success in the box office, I will not be the one anxiously waiting in a small tent for its arrival. The magical world, albeit a cool place, was not what kept my attention for 4,195 pages. It was Harry’s love, Ron’s bravery, Hermione’s wise remarks, and Neville’s loyalty that had me turning the page.
Eventually, I will more than likely see the movie when it comes on television in a form of an ABC Family marathon, but I am not likely to go out of my way and watch it. The fact that “Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them” is being made into a movie is sheer proof that the world was transformed by this magical boy and his world.
Our muggle world will never be the same, and the magical world will live on forever in our hearts. Always.