I Might Be A Realist, But I Still Believe In Magic

I was 10 years old when I first started delving deeper and deeper into the corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I’d received a copy of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, the third book in the series, as a birthday gift, years after its initial publishing date. Azkaban covers a significant year in the Wizarding World: A mysterious and dangerous convict is on the loose and trusted companions are revealed to be mortal enemies; time itself is turned around like clockwork; and all of this is happening alongside the daily horrors of magical puberty. I tore through page after page, learning about new spells—most significantly, the Patronus—and spiraled backward and forward through time as the exhilarating adventures of the three young wizards unfolded.