I don’t have the books in front of me, but phrases flash through my mind –
’emotional range of a teaspoon’
‘Gred and Forge’
I can see Harry at school, praying not to get to into Slytherin.
I can see him thinking about what ‘Wood’ Prof McGonagall could mean.
I can see the glint in his eyes when he thinks of the fact that the Dursleys don’t know that he is not permitted to use magic at home. Ah, Harry, Harry.
My friends know how fond I am of writing letters to them on their birthdays.
This is, perhaps, my letter (though in peculiar third-person) to Harry.
(A writer who loves to think of fictional characters as real people)