Look, I made a gif of this most awesome wizard at the Leaky Cauldron!
DUDE IS READING ‘A BRIEF HISTORY OF TIME’ BY STEPHEN HAWKING
I NEVER REALIZED
are you serious
I always assumed wizards just ignored science, because the fact that “magic” exists, can explain anything. But there are MuggleBorn wizards, ones who, until they were eleven, lived in the real world and learned science and things. Did they all just abandon that normal, muggle knowledge, like Harry did? It’s always been there, itching in the back of my mind.
FOUR FOR YOU SCIENCE WIZARD
YOU GO SCIENCE WIZARD
can we point out that he’s doing wandless magic too
like voldemort couldnt even do that shit
molly fuckin weasley couldnt fuckin do that
who are you
Quick, somebody write a book series about the adventures of Magic Prodigy Science Wizard!!!
PLEASE SOMEONE JUST DO IT
Alan Baker had no use for wands, of course. If one were to Prior Incantato his outdated, duct-taped rod of walnut wood and dragon heartstring, its most recent use would have been the enchantment of the long-lived neurons in Alan’s own mind. This enchantment, possible only for those who were capable of seeing themselves as a complex amalgamation of neural impulses, allowed him to bypass both wands and words. Alan did this, not for show, not for power, but because wandwork distracted him from his reading.
Unfortunately, there was no legal spell to get rid of barflies.
“Hey- hey mate, you gotta- gotta minute to-“
Sobrius, Alan thought, placing one hand on his neighbor’s forehead without looking up. He pondered whether or not to cast a silencing barrier, even in violation of the Leaky Cauldron’s safety code.
“Thanks,” said the now-sober man, “Readin’ more of that Muggle trash, I see.”
Alan closed his eyes and counted to three, but when he opened them, the man was still there. Alan lowered his “muggle trash” in defeat, meeting the baggy, bloodshot eyes of the wizard sitting across from him.
Alan leaned forward, placing his hands steeple-like on the table. “Mr. Fletcher, do you know why time turners don’t send you into space?”
“The sky, y’mean? Cause they’re fer time turnin’, not apparation.”
Alan had to take a deep breath. “No,” he replied, “If time turners weren’t anchored to anything, the Earth’s rotation alone would be enough to ensure a time traveler’s demise. But someone at the ministry was clever enough to anchor them to a carefully guarded object that never moves relative to the Earth.”
“Fascinat’n,” slurred Mundungus, whose eyes had glazed over once it became clear that Alan didn’t actually have a time turner on him.
“But time turners are still very limited,” continued Alan, more to himself than to Mundungus, “They can’t go more than seven hours back, and not forward at all, and only in increments of one hour, and they only work on Earth… no, they’re very clumsy, if one truly pauses to think about it.”
“What’s yer point?”
“My point is that while wizards are slowly stagnating in their backwards remnant of the Dark Ages, Muggles are making progress, ever reaching for the light. Do you know that they don’t need magic to craft a hand of living silver?”
“Bah,” was Mundungus’s only reply, “You’d be best mates with that Weasley nutcase at the ministry, you would.”
Alan stood up, silently casting an infantes gelatato check for paradoxes. “I don’t know why I bother with you,” he sighed, “you’ve just wasted another two minutes of my time. Perhaps I bother because I have time to waste.”
And he twisted, as if to apparate, but instead faded out of existence with a distinct vworp. The air swirled in the wake of his departure, blowing back Mundungus’s straggly ginger hair.
“Muggleborns,” the short wizard muttered, then turned back to his drink.
Thirty minutes earlier, Alan lounged contentedly within his quieting barrier, stirring his cup of tea absently and rereading one of his favourite Muggle books. He wondered, vaguely, which planet held the nearest sapient life, and what their magic would look like…
Can you imagine Fred’s face when he’s in heaven and realizes that Prongs is Harry’s dad?
“THE LITTLE SHIT NEVER TOLD ME THIS.”
Finally a post about Fred’s death that made me genuinely smile^^
Also, Lupin. His goddamn teacher was Mooney the whole time. Oh, and Wormtail was the family rat. So yeah, Harry’s going to get such an earful after he actually dies.
A whole world of ear related humor and you go with earful?
-Stephen King (via howtedmethiswife)
How else do you explain Dumbledore, Snape, Fred, Lupid, Tonks, Hedwig, and Dobby?
I just fucking lost my shit.
….You realize, of course, that Hermione Granger lit a teacher on fire when she was eleven, and kept a person alive in a jar for a year when she was fourteen, and studies dark and forbidden magics for kicks, and is one of the brightest and strongest witches of her era. If she came at me, even wandless, I would aparate to Neptune to get away from her.
Something I’ve never noticed before:
Snape not only deflects McGonagall’s attack but uses it to take down Alecto and Amycus in a single armwave behind his visual field. Like they both had their wands out too but BOY they did not see that coming. Snape knew that he needed to get rid of them before being driven out of the castle so that they wouldn’t harm any of the students GOD what a badass motherfucker
Michael and Alan play a practical joke on Daniel during one of their takes. (x)
Oh my fucking God.
fun fact: daniel specifically asked to be placed near this one extra he had a crush on during this scene. alan and michael did this on purpose not just to prank daniel, but to make him embarrassed infront of her
What really gets me is that the star of the entire franchise had a crush on an extra and if you don’t think that is the fucking cutest thing ever, you, good sir, are wrong.
These characters are gorgeous, you know why? Because they’re, essentially, the same boy on opposite sides of the track.
They’re both forced into impossible situations. Draco is forced into Lord Voldemort’s inner circle by his father’s actions and is being pushed and threatened to do things he’d rather not. Harry is forced into a confrontation and destiny he doesn’t want by a prophecy and Voldemort’s actions.
Both are deeply passionate and defensive of their Hogwarts house. Arguably, they both embody the core values of each house. Draco is incredibly sly and cunning and ambitious, desperate to get what he wants. Harry is desperately brave and reckless and courageous. They’re both leaders of their house and even play the same position on their Quidditch teams.
Both boys are famous and influential. Draco has his family’s name and his family’s wealth. Harry has his fame and reputation.
Both boys are used in the war. Harry is used by Dumbledore, prepared and trained to fight Voldemort, manipulated (to a certain degree) into some of his choices. Draco is used by Voldemort to kill Dumbledore, possibly expose Severus as a spy, etc.
There are differences, of course, but, these are, essentially, the same fucking character split into two and pitted against each other—light and dark explored. Bless you JKR.
I have come to accept that the Potter feels will never cease.