It’s standard, when magazines such as this celebrate a particular cultural artefact, to include something by someone who doesn’t get it. This time, said traditional role, which is somewhere between a Sin Eater and a Judas Goat, falls to me. But don’t worry, I’m not going to try and tell you I think you’re all wrong. I have no desire to spoil anyone’s fun. As a lifelong Doctor Who fan I am never in a position to mock anyone else’s malfunctions. It’s nice that people enjoy things, and Harry Potter is clearly good and its popularity deserved. It’s just something I’ve missed out on.
By the time the first Harry Potter book was massive I was already in my twenties, and halfway through an undergraduate degree that required the reading of two novels a week to stand still, which made any question of recreational reading moot. By the time I was even vaguely in a position to consider reading things that weren’t on a prescribed list, there seemed to be loads of them, of exponentially increasing girths. It was the release of, I think, the fourth one, which my then-flatmate placed next to a Penguin Classics of Clarissa to demonstrate just how gargantuan a tome it was, that made me realise I was never going to catch up.
I went to see the first film because I have a seemingly inexhaustible appetite for popcorn films, despite not particularly liking popcorn itself. I can remember little about it except that it was alarmingly static-looking for a blockbuster. I didn’t see the second. I did see the third, because it was directed by Alfonso Cuarón, and of that I can remember not very much, except that it was rather good, and roughly what I’d expected the first one to be like, with the camera doing more interesting things in its trailer than in the whole of the first picture.
There, nearly 15 years ago, is where any attempt I made to have a relationship with Harry Potter ended.
Except it didn’t. Because it couldn’t. Because it’s everywhere.
I frequently attend a local pub quiz where, due to the quizmaster’s own proclivities, there’s almost always a question on Harry Potter. At which point I tend to go to the bar and subcontract any attempt to answer to my teammates. Occasionally, though, I know the answer anyway. Because the vocabulary of Harry Potter has seeped into everyday life. Just as people can know more or less exactly who Kirk and Spock are without having seen a second of Star Trek, I’ve wound up having a vague notion of what some of the argot of Harry Potter means, purely through a sort of cultural osmosis.
So, for those even less well-versed in the series than I am, here’s a brief primer. My attempts to define something from Harry Potter based on the words given to me by my friends. For your convenience, my passes are not included.
Albus Dumbledore: “The Headmaster. He’s the Merlin figure. Well, the Obi-Wan figure. They’re all Merlin figures, I suppose. He’s Richard Harris, then he died, so he regenerated into Michael Gambon.”
Argus Filch: “Oh, that’s David Bradley’s character. I read that in Doctor Who Magazine. This is going to be easy.”
Chamber of Secrets: “Sounds like the sort of shop they had in Soho before the Berwick Street market redevelopment.”
Deathly Hallows: “That’s the band Ed Miliband interviewed on the radio last week, surely?”
Dementor: “Sounds like a fairground ride. A Victorian one. Steam powered.”
Draco Malfoy: “I’m pretty sure he’s in Game of Thrones.”
Hagrid: “Oh, that’s Robbie Coltrane. Except for in deleted scenes, when it’s Jonn Elledge.”
Hippogriff: “That’s not from Harry Potter, it’s from Virgil’s Eclogues.”
Hermione Grainger*: “She’s the female lead. Some people were really cross she was played by the brilliant Noma Dumezweni in the stage play of one of them. And by ‘people’ I mean ‘racists’.”
Hogwarts: “That’s the school. Tourists have it on sweatshirts.”
Horcrux: “These are sources of power. Probably evil. But I’ve a vague idea they need to be collected. So something on the spectrum between a Pokemon and a Death Star. I’m now imagining a Death Star sized Pokeball. That’s quite cool.”
Hufflepuff: “Is this a slang term for someone mediocre? I could happily be a Hufflepuff. It sound cheerful.”
Luna Lovegood: “Someone who really likes the moon?”
Mudblood: “I know this one. It’s a racist insult.”
Muggle: “So’s this.”
Order of the Phoenix: “You ordered the phoenix? You eat the phoenix!” (I’m sorry. Not very though.)
Neville Longbottom: “It that a name? It sounds like something a Minion would say. Oh, hang on. Neville and Luna? Is that why there are cats on twitter called Neville and Luna? They’re nice cats.”
Newt Scamander: “Isn’t that Eddie Redmayne’s Matt Smith impression? I’ve seen the trailer for that one.”
Patronus: “This is like a deliberately non-culturally appropriative spirit animal concept, right? You know that lazy dachshund in the insurance adverts on the tube? My wife says that’s my Patronus.”
Philosopher’s Stone: “The first one. Also a real thing. Well, a real made-up thing. A thing made up before Harry Potter. Like the Hippogriff. And it’s a Satyajit Ray film. Which is better than the first Harry Potter film. I went there.”
Prisoner of Azkaban: “That’s the third film. The Prisoner is David Thewlis. Or possibly Gary Oldman. At a stretch, it could be Tim Roth. Who I often confuse with Gary Oldman. Because they played Rosencrantz and Guildenstern together.”
Quidditch: “Flying hockey. Space Polo. Posh kids on wood in the air, basically.”
Ron Weasley: “That’s his best mate. Harry’s best mate. One of my mates has a quote ‘dirty little crush’ on him.”
Slytherin: “There’s a running joke that George Osborne was in this. So it’s an organisation. Is it like the Young Conservatives?”
The Sorting Hat: “I’m guessing it’s a sort of hat?”
Snape: “I think this is Alan Rickman. And he’s a good guy who turns out to be a bad guy, or possibly vice versa. Or both. Alan Rickman was good at the acting.”
Voldemort: “This is a thing you are not allowed to say to Ralph Fiennes when you work with him on other things. So I’m told. Apparently that’s funny. If you know anything about Harry Potter.”
*Editor’s note: spelling author’s own.