Life after Harry Potter
It’s a shame toward my generation that I admit this: I was not that big a fan of the Harry Potter series. (Throw those judging leers, Rowling followers!) I, however, have experienced the Potter fever for a brief time in high school. I may have stopped reading after the fourth book (aka pop culture suicide) but when I depended my attraction to the series through those blockbuster movies, I’d say the magic was still there.
It was only in freshman year high school that I had known of Hogwarts and all the marvel that hid within its centuries-old halls. I was flipping casually the pages of Chamber of Secrets which was owned by my good,
geeky friend Keneth. Obviously, I was engrossed by the book that I even brought it to lunch at, yes, McDonald’s. The spell had broke in when I left it at the fast food chain. I had to buy a replacement and give it to Keneth afterwards—but not after reading it.
Through the years, I met a lot of my friends who are fervently into the book series. More so, they’re longing for every Warner Bros-produced two-hour-and-30-minute flick that hits the theaters. It was just recently that it had struck me how the Harry Potter culture affected them beyond proportions. (My friend Cake whom I still consider sane as of recent memory, had watched The Deathly Hallows Part 1 in full Gryffindor uniform last year. To boot, a couple of her friends came in clad in witch couture too.)
Harry Potter has apparently cast a spell to a lot of people in the non-magic world. I somehow suspect that many are actually thinking they ain’t no Muggles (but that deserves another entry). They prefer to be those shopping along Diagon Alley or keeping transactions at Gringgotts Bank.
At first, the only effect Harry Potter culture had on me was, as strange as it comes, language. Mind you, the lingo in the series makes good zingers and, not to mention, insults effective for everyday speech. “Ridikulus!” “You look like a Mandrake!” “Your Patronus is a leech cos you suck!” Lol.
But, a not-so-big Harry Potter fan as I am, I actually got saddened thinking that the era is over. This had sunken in me the last three or so minutes of The Deathly Hallows Part 2, when Harry, Ron and Hermione were holding hands at the ruins. In the said scene, I had fought to hold back my tears. Luckily, Ginny Weasley disguised as Dana Scully of X-Files in the next fast-forwarded scene gave me the giggle. A real giggle to stop me from tearing up. For a minute there, I honestly thought that there will be more to come.
Posted on July 26, 2011, in Books and Literature, Culture, Mmmovies and tagged Daniel Radcliffe, Emma Watson, Harry Pooter and culture, Harry Potter, high school, Hogwarts, J. K. Rowling, magic, my youth, Rupert Grint, Tom Felton. Bookmark the permalink. 20 Comments.