The original seven “Harry Potter” books will never, ever, ever (EVER) stop being magical, but J.K. Rowling and I need to have a little talk.
Jo. Girlfriend. Could you just write another “Harry Potter” book please?
As a lifelong (or since-I-was-11-long, at least) fan, I’ve reread the seven original books in the series over and over, decided what I would turn into a Horcrux if I ever got to that point (not telling you what, I don’t want you to destroy me if I become an evil wizard), hummed the theme music from the movies without realizing, sorted everyone I know into their proper houses and more. I’m not picky — I wouldn’t even be mad if a new book wasn’t the Marauders-era prequel I’ve dreamed of (but seriously, how great would that be?).
All that matters is that we get a few hundred pages of the magical side of London at some point. And after one particular day this year, I think it’s safe to say that roughly a bajillion “Potter” fans would agree with me.
Remember, if you will, October 7, 2014. (Who needs a Pensieve when you have the internet?) That was the day that Rowling tweeted an anagram, the unscrambling of which spelled out, “Harry returns. Won’t say any details now. A week off. No comment!”
WHAAAAAAT. Add to that that only a day before, she had cryptically mentioned working on a novel, and, well, we all lost it.
Thousands of tweets from fans were sent as Rowling shot down guess after guess. I’m not too good to say that multiple MTV News writers were having legitimate freakouts.
Finally, Jo revealed that the anagram was the first sentence of the synopsis for the upcoming screen adaptation of “Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.”
“Newt Scamander only meant to stay in New York for a few hours,” the anagram read, once solved.
While it still hasn’t been confirmed what kind of novel Rowling is working on, we’re still holding out hope. Her Cormoran Strike books, written as Robert Galbraith, are great, but would it hurt to have just a little more Harry (or Harry’s dad, maybe?) in the world? The 12 days of “Potter” on Pottermore were wonderful, but we’re still thirsty for more.
If one scrambled tweet got us all that excited, just imagine what an actual book announcement could do? Make it happen, Jo. For me. For the fans. For the 11-year-old inside of all of us.