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J.K. Rowling: Please Stop Flogging a Dead Hippogriff
Why J.K. Rowling needs to leave “The Boy Who Lived” behind, before the Magic Disappears
*Article contains spoilers for Harry Potter and The Cursed Child*
If you couldn’t guess from the title, I’m a bit of a Harry Potter fan. I was around seven-years old when my parents bought me a copy of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. I remember it being the first “grown up book” that I ever read and at first, I hated it. As a result of the tiny attention span I possessed at that age, I gave up after reading the first couple of pages. It wasn’t until a few weeks later when I picked it up one more time, and found myself completely immersed, unable to put the book down until I’d finished it. Like millions of children around the world, I fell in love with Harry Potter.
Not Your Average “Potterhead”
And I mean completely in love. I vividly recall having a tantrum in the middle of a shop (I wasn’t a brat, honestly!) when my parents refused to buy me a copy of the PC game adaption of Philosopher’s Stone. When Order of The Phoenix released, my parents decided to take my brother and I on a camping holiday, to the middle of bloody nowhere. I called my best friend at the time and listened down the phone, clinging onto…
