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I rather liked the first one:
Harry doesn’t know how long it will take to wash the sticky cake off his face. For a civilized young man, it is disgusting to have dirt on any part of his body. He lies in the elegant bathtub, keeps wiping his face, and thinks about Dudley’s face, which is as fat as Aunt Petunia’s bottom.
Isn't Petunia supposed to be skinny? I suppose even a skinny bottom is wider than a face ought to be.
I have a Xmas Question. Is the waking up in Xmas morning to find your presents at the foot of your bed a Harry Potter thing or a British thing?
I think it's a British thing. I seem to remember it from other British books - possibly
National Velvet.
The Harry Potter knock offs are hysterical!
From
Harry Potter and the Chinese Overseas Students at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
is this:
When Hogwarts’ magic protection fails, Voldemort leads Death Eaters, werewolves, dementors and giants in a merciless campaign against the castle. Harry Potter together with the Chinese students fights Voldemort.
That one's almost true!
I also like this line from
Harry Potter and the Showdown
:
But Gryffindor’s sword, which hung in the headmaster’s office, assassinates Professor McGonagall.
Presents on foot of bed = British.
So then does each person open presents in his or her bedroom, or do they bring them to a common area so everyone can open them together? I'm trying to remember how they did it at the Burrow during the Christmas scenes we've seen there -- I think I remember Harry and Ron opening their presents in their bedroom, and Ginny and Hermione and the twins coming in to show them what they got, and everyone else discussing it at the kitchen table.
Oh my. I think I need to read all those Chinese Harry Potter knockoffs now. Snurk.
Also I've realized why, when I first read HP&tSS, I felt fiercely protective towards lil Harry and thought I'd be a far better parent for him than the Dursleys ever could. This surprised me, especially because this thought required quite a leap of imagination for a child-free person, but there ya go, the power of fiction strikes again. It turns out that I share James and Lily's birth year, so I'm exactly the right age to be Harry's mum. It feels like the author was aiming right at me all along.