Perhaps it’s because I went to a British boarding school (although I didn’t board myself), and went to university in the spired ancient, alcoholic gloriousness that is Oxford, and taught at a high school that is probably as close to Hogwarts as one can get without using wands (Christ Hospital School in West Sussex), that I felt at home with the idea of Hogwarts.
But despite trolls lose in the
bathrooms, and basilisks in the basement, Hogwarts had a homey feel that I
craved and missed. I wish I was teaching at Hogwarts. The university I’m at
lacks the history, class and grandeur of Hogwarts, the student body lacks the camaraderie,
familiness and school spirit, the president lacks the wisdom and drive of
Dumbledore and the provost lacks the organization, courage and sassiness of
MacGonnegal, although we have more than our fair share of Professor Trelawnes,
Lockharts, Quirrels and Snapes. Class would also be so much interesting if you
could wave your wand turn the student at the back, who’s been watching youtube
all the way through class, into a skrewt.
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