Happy Harry Potter Friday, lady blogger friends.
This section sees our favourite Care of Magical Creatures test subjects return with a toothy vengeance. If only it were true. As it stands,
|Curse you, Malfoy!|
Also, I am majorly disappointed in myself.
|More disappointed than when I spill my bowl|
snack. CAN NO ONE HELP ME?!
Movie events had overruled book events in my mind yet again, and I was asTONished when Dobby, not Neville, presented Harry with Gillyweed. Clearly I need to read these books more often. This readalong may have to be a yearly thing. (THINK OF ALL THE GIFS!)
Anyway, I love how Dobby gives Harry the Gillyweed, and I love that he calls Ron Harry's Wheezy. I'm glad he bought Dobby so many socks to thank him, because Harry seemed entirely ungrateful in that scene (he was a bit distracted, I suppose). Also, O my readalongers with memories that extend further than last night's dinner, what's with this, on pg 426:
He couldn't quite forget that the last time Dobby had tried to 'help' him, he had ended up with no bones in his right arm.Was that not due to a certain other fellow?
Or does he mean that it sort of all started with Dobby? Which, no, I don't think it did. Our sock enthusiast has nothing to do with Lockhart's ineptitude (his lovable, hilarious ineptitude).
'Igor,' Dumbledore began, but Karkaroff had drawn himself up, clutching his furs around him, looking livid.
Ah, yes. So good. The man needs some pearls to clutch with those furs.
See you next week, when things get really real. For real.