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In other news, potty training is not progressing as well as one might wish. I just had to google “how to clean urine off sheepskin rugs”, which is not the sort of thing I prefer googling.It’s a good thing we have wooden floors. In actual fact the house does currently smell a little like a public lavatory, but that isn’t the snortlepig’s fault. My family of origin skipped town for a two-week holiday, leaving us with two pungent and tumorous mice. Helpdesk Man is disgusted. The snortlepig, who appears to have no sense of smell, is thrilled. She hunkers down by their cages, points repeatedly from one to the other and whispers “Mouse… mouse…. mouse…” in loving tones.
So I just finished reading the Harry Potter books for the second time, in quick succession, and I had a few thoughts:
- Does the Sorting Hat have a quota? I mean, it seems likely that the odd group of first-years would be populated by far more Hufflepuff-worthy students than Gryffindor-worthy ones. What if forty-five out of fifty students ended up in Ravenclaw one year? It’d totally mess up the Quidditch team. That’s probably how Hermione ended up in Gryffindor… the Hat was all “Let’s see, freakishly brilliant brainpower… um, let’s just ignore that for a bit, gotta juggle the numbers”. It’s a scam.
- If food is one of the five exceptions to whatisname’s elemental laws of transfiguration and can’t be conjured into existence (as described by Hermione in book 7), how did Mrs Weasley pour a creamy sauce into a saucepan from the tip of her wand in an earlier book? It certainly seemed as if she conjured it up, although I suppose one could make a convoluted argument that she had made it earlier and was simply returning it from an alternate plane of dimension or summat.
- And there are numerous instances of things being transfigured into animals. Why couldn’t one simply transfigure a log into a pig, then kill it and eat its meat?
- Similarly, unless clothing was also un-transfigurable, there’s no reason the Weasleys should have had shabby robes. In fact, the whole “Weasleys are poor” thing becomes ridiculous. People transfigured armchairs all the time; Dumbledore made beds once; so the Weasley home could have been brimming with sumptuous furniture. And why buy cauldrons and so on? I can see how spellbooks might be protected by some kind of magical copyright preventing their creation out of thin air, but scales and owls and so forth? It makes no sense.
You know, I’d probably find the answers to these questions have already been discussed ad nauseum if I ventured onto a Harry Potter forum… but that is a step I dare not take. So anyone care to venture a theory?
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