Talking hats, flying snitches, gurgling Butter beer, Skiving Snackboxes were all a mystery to me
Until I met the scarred boy under the stairs!
He looked at me with his mother’s eyes in round glasses, while rackets of owl rained the house with fishy letters.
Then came knocking the giant with a heart of a bear
That grew tails on greedy boys, and gifted cakes to the kind ones.
Goblins with degrees in banking, with vaults full of gold
And a hidden market behind the old bricked walls!
A station with a quarter at the end
A trolley of goods vanishing into the bricked bend!
Black robed students and swishing wands
A thousand candles in the Great Hall!
An old robed man with flowing white beard
His love for chocolates and conquests of absolution,
His booming voice and an endearing trust in love.
A secret gift of super fast Nimbus…
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