“I am not worried, Harry, I am with you.”
Five breathtaking, heartbreaking, flashing, utterly blinding stars.
This book has to be my favorite Harry Potter book thus far. I know I haven’t yet read Deathly Hallows, but, frankly it better be a MASTERPIECE to outshine Half-Blood Prince, in my eyes. Don’t ask me why, but I fell head-over heels in love with this book, 3x more than with the rest, for some reason. It’s not like J.K. Rowling’s writing changed in some way, or that Harry did something more extraordinary than in the rest of the books, but something about this one was just…literally perfection. My eyes had trouble getting hydration, because I couldn’t even close them for a millisecond, I was so focused and obsessed with the book. The plot thickens this time around, and we delve into Voldemort’s past, which was something that had always made me curious. I cried many tears, whilst reading this book. Not just sad tears, but joyful, ecstatic ones too. My obsession with Ron & Hermione and Harry & Ginny grew 175388328474 times more, I actually felt an intense pain once Harry had to do what he’d been dreading at the end. But more on that later.
Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes: I CAN’T WAIT TO GO TO THE WIZARDING WORLD OF HARRY POTTER JUST TO GO INTO THIS SHOP. THIS SHOP IS LIFE.
Harry’s private lessons with Dumbledore: These scenes were spectacular. Every single time Harry got the note notifying him of the next lesson, my heart soared. Each memory Dumbledore shared with Harry gave me goosebumps and were truly fascinating, because they had to do with Voldemort’s past, and how it affects the present; so every time we looked at the memory in the Pensieve with Harry & Dumbledore, all that was running through my mind is that J.K. Rowling was doing an incredible job showcasing the idea that the past holds a lot of the secrets for the present and future, something that our history teachers love to imprint on our minds. Each memory held a secret that would ultimately help to uncover the way to Voldemort’s doom. And every time, it blew me away. While watching the movies, I grasped the significance of the task, but whilst reading the book, it truly made me think so much about its importance, about how necessary they were to aid Harry in his quest to defeat Voldemort.
Slughorn’s memory: this was without a doubt my favorite part of the book. Once Professor Slughorn finally shared his untampered memory with Harry, we finally uncovered the significance of it, why Dumbledore needed it so badly, and how much this memory could help Harry uncover the way to end Lord Voldemort. I didn’t really feel angry towards the Professor, once I read what his memory had shared with the Dark Lord because I understood the Professor better. In the movie, I understood that Slughorn liked to collect pupils, but in the book I grasped that he actually cared about his students, and I understood that he cared about Tom Riddle, never thinking that he might one day become what he became. It saddened me, how shamed the Professor must’ve felt once he realized what he had done by telling Voldemort about the Horcruxes, but it also angered me, that he withheld that vital piece of information, purely because he was ashamed.
Snape: Snape, Snape, Snape. I don’t really want to write about him just yet until after I’ve read Deathly Hallows, because as I’ve said before, he’s BAE, and this book is trying to make me stop loving him, but that will never happen, so I will share my feels after I’ve read every single word Deathly Hallows has to offer, because NOTHING IS AS IT SEEMS
The cave scene: That was one spectacular scene. It’s an intense, and fantastic foreshadow of what we’ll have to deal with in the next book, but without the world’s best wizard by our side. Watching Dumbledore being weakened, and the desperation Harry felt, was horrific, I wanted it to end, because I couldn’t bare looking at the fantastic man that is Dumbledore being weakened that way. And for it to have been for nothing was awful. I had completely forgot that what Harry & Dumbledore found was nothing more than a replica of the Horcrux, and that destroyed me.
Dumbledore’s ending: it obviously destroyed me. I can’t wait to get to Deathly Hallows to read the backstory of it, of Snape’s involvement, of their agreement, etc.
I’m not going to ramble on, because I’ll be here five hundred hours. But again, this book was utterly breathtaking. I already want to re-read it.
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