I’ll admit it. I don’t like wizards, and I didn’t read the Harry Potter books, at least not at first. Like many students, I fell in love with the Harry Potter movies. It wasn’t until after the sixth movie that a friend threatened to disown me if I didn’t brush the dust off the set she knew was on my bookcase and get reading. About five days later, I emerged from the final chapter with tears in my eyes and a love for characters that don’t even really exist.