Quidditch
In which Harry competes in the first Quidditch match of the season.
If I could use any spell from the wizarding world, without a doubt I would choose the bluebell flames that are Hermione's specialty. Carrying a blue fire with me in a little jar? What more could a girl ask for?
Now that Ron, Hermione, and Harry are friends, things really take a turn for the speedier, plot-wise. We hardly get to settle in to their newfound camaraderie before we find out several important things.
*******Several Important Things*******
Snape did try to get past the three-headed dog over Halloween. And he got hurt doing so. We don't know how or why yet, but let's face it. You totally thought he was the bad guy the first time you read this, too. Until the bitter bitter end there was no way anyone could possibly trust Snape without any misgivings. Except for Dumbledore.
Hermione is really smart, and it's really kind of her to help Harry and Ron with their homework. She also becomes a lot more personable when she makes a few friends. I like that the three of them are all so different, and without any of the three of them they wouldn't have had a chance at beating Voldemort.
Someone, who everyone believes is Snape at this point, tried to kill Harry by jinxing his broom. Snape is one suspicious little worm in this book, always running around doing slimy things. Where is Dumbledore during the Quidditch matches. What can he possibly have to do that's more important than Gryffindor beating Slytherin at Quidditch?
Lee Jordan gives the best Quidditch commentary. Ever. Even though his character is pretty minor, he's just so likable. He's the best best friend Fred and George ever had.
Hagrid has a love for the strange and unusual creatures. And he should probably stop going to the pub, because it never ends well. In just this year he bought a three-headed dog and a dragon egg. Then it just went downhill: flobberworms, blast-ended skrewts, furnishing the entire maze for the third task of the triwizard tournament, his giant half-brother. No more drinking, Hagrid. I just love that the dog's name is Fluffy. Someone should invest their time in a Fluffy/Fang fanfiction.
Lastly, NICHOLAS FLAMEL. Who the belerkdiderk is he? Maybe Harry should try looking him up in the restricted section of the library. No, that's against the rules. Maybe he'll receive something for Christmas that can help him avoid getting caught. No, that's completely ludicrous.
Harry wins the Quidditch match by very nearly swallowing the Snitch. All is well. For now.
Before I leave I just want to touch on one more thing. More than a story that ends with the last pages of the book and a few lingering thoughts, Harry Potter is an entire world. J.K. Rowling created extensive backgrounds. She knows who Harry's grandparents were, who ended up with whom, what Sirius Black's summer job was in his teenage years, what instrument Narcissa Malfoy knows how to play. She created all these things like "there were seven hundred ways of committing a Quidditch foul and that all of them had happened during a World Cup match in 1473." (181) If you want to look at the extensive amount of information that isn't written into the storyline, just check out the Harry Potter wiki page or something. If you've never done it, prepare for your mind to be blown.
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