This poem imagines what it would be like to be a wizard attending magical schools like Hogwarts, Durmstrang, or Beauxbatons. As a wizard, one could accidentally blow things up when angry or make potions explode from happiness. They would also have to decide whether to store their soul in a diary, locket, or carry an invisibility cloak. While these powers may seem impossible, they are possible in the world of Harry Potter novels.
This poem imagines what it would be like to be a wizard attending magical schools like Hogwarts, Durmstrang, or Beauxbatons. As a wizard, one could accidentally blow things up when angry or make potions explode from happiness. They would also have to decide whether to store their soul in a diary, locket, or carry an invisibility cloak. While these powers may seem impossible, they are possible in the world of Harry Potter novels.
This poem imagines what it would be like to be a wizard attending magical schools like Hogwarts, Durmstrang, or Beauxbatons. As a wizard, one could accidentally blow things up when angry or make potions explode from happiness. They would also have to decide whether to store their soul in a diary, locket, or carry an invisibility cloak. While these powers may seem impossible, they are possible in the world of Harry Potter novels.
Whatever you will do, Would you go to Hogwarts, Durmstrang, Or even Beauxbatons too.
Whenever you got mad,
You’d blow somebody up, Whenever you were glad, You’d make your potion erupt.
Would you keep your soul,
In your diary or a locket? Would you carry around, An invisibility cloak in your pocket? All things I’ve said, You maybe think impossible, But no, no, no, never here, In the world of Potter novels