I started reading The Philosopher’s Stone when I was 7. It was the first book I ever read on my own, and as you imagine, it took me months to finish it. But I loved it, and I loved it so much.
I read and re-read the first 4 books for years, waiting for the fifth one to come out. I am still surprised by all the things I was able to feel when I read your story as a child. I felt absolutely scared every time Lord Voldemort appeared, how could someone be so evil? I hated it when Pettigrew escaped from the Dementors, after all he had done to Sirius and his friends… soon I became the avid reader that I am today.
As every other Happy Potter fan, I waited for the letter to arrive when I was 11, but it didn’t happen. Then I told myself “maybe in Spain is different, maybe in Spain the Wizardry School starts at 12…” But the letter didn’t arrive the day of my 12th birthday; neither the day I turned 13.
And as I grew up, your world grew up too. And what had been a story about a child became a story about love, power and war. A story about life that changed the world I live in: who would have thought, before Harry Potter was published, that children would be able to love books so much.
JK Rowling, I will never be able to thank you enough for writing this books and sharing them with us. With them you taught me to love, to be brave, and among all of these, the power of words. Words can heal, help or hurt. And the best of all is that it’s not necessary to have a wand or to be a wizard to use them.
Now I know that my Hogwarts letter arrived when I was 7, the time I opened one of your books for the first time. And I will always be grateful for that.
Alicia G., 18, Ravenclaw, Spain
Nunca intentes arreglar una cachimba que suelta demasiado humo soplando. Saldra mal, y te lo recordaran cada vez que alguien te acerque una cachimba. (Experiencia personal)
Como alistarse a la marina/cambiar de personalidad/conseguir novia/mudarsea otra ciudad mientras ligas
Érase una vez una bruja muggle. No tenía varita, pero si el poder de alejar a los seres humanos del sexo opuesto de ella.
Un día consiguió que un hombre normal se convirtiese en un acosador después de un mísero beso. En otra ocasión, consiguió que un chico se mudase a otra ciudad después de unas semanas de tonteo. También se rumorea que un escultural brasileño confesó tener novia (ahora con cuernos) después de pasar un rato con ella. Y que a otro hombre empezaron a aparecerle de golpe más solicitantes tras una serie de pequeñas conversaciones.
Después de tanto ir y venir en poco menos de dos meses, la pequeña bruja muggle llegó a la conclusión de que el próximo ser humano sobre el que posase los ojos se alistaría a la marina.
Si estáis desesperados por uniros al ejercito y no sabéis como hacerlo, podéis contactar con la escritora de este blog. El pago consistirá en una pequeña cantidad de testosterona, y podéis realizarlo por correo.
