When I first read Order of the Phoenix I remember feeling so much empathy for Harry. He was stuck at Pivet Drive, missing out on all the action. But when I reread it this summer I felt nothing but annoyance. I was frustrated with Harry and wanted to shout at him. So that probably means I am getting old, but not too old as I still hate Umbridge as much as ever. To sum it all up in one sentence:
"so does that mean that...that one of us has got to kill the other one...in the end?
Facing your destiny...that's kids stuff.
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