The Search for Harry Potter: Part 2

Although unsuccessful on our quest to find the real Harry Potter in Dublin, Aberdeen, Glascow, or St. Andrews, we did not give up. We packed up our things and moved on to the lovely Edinburgh, Scotland...where a poor and depressed J.K. Rowling began writing what would instantly become a worldwide phenomenon that would bring her fame and a higher income than that of the Queen.


And that small café where J.K. Rowling wrote the beginnings of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone is the Elephant House. A Mecca for Harry Potter fans.


So we had lunch there.


Then we found the prestigious George Herriot School, the original inspiration for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It can be seen from the Elephant House.


And a possible inspiration for Fred & George Weasley's joke shop?


Before leaving the magnificent Edinburgh, we climbed Arthur's Seat, the large hill in the background, to see if its views would allow us to find Harry.


Its views were marvelous, but Harry was not in sight. We sighed and fled to King's Cross Station in London to try our luck at Platform 9 3/4.


It turns out that I am a muggle and did not sucessfully make it onto the Hogwarts Express. But I did stumble upon the St. Olaf House, which does not quite resemble the beautiful St. Olaf College...the "Hogwarts for Lutherans."


Losing hope, we took a visit to the Queen at Buckingham Palace to ask for her advice.


She suggested looking for Harry at Madame Tussaud's wax museum. There, we ran into another friend, President Nicolas Sarkozy.


But we missed Daniel Radcliffe, the actor who plays Harry Potter in the Warner Brothers films.


Sad and broken-hearted, I finally called a taxi to take us to the airport so we could return back to France.



Overall, we were disappointed that we were not able to find the real Harry Potter, but we had an excellent time in the United Kingdom. 

I know Harry's out there, somewhere. In the meantime, I'll be waiting.

The Search for Harry Potter: Part 1

I apologize to any regular readers for my recent absence. But you must excuse me, I was on an epic quest to find Harry Potter.

Several years ago when I was still in high school, a friend predicted my future. She told me that I will marry the real Harry Potter. Despite what readers learn in the last installment of J.K. Rowling's series, Harry Potter and I were meant to be. Now, years later, I was finally given the chance to fulfill my destiny. Here, I will recap my journey to find Harry Potter during spring vacation in the United Kingdom.

To start our journey off right, we first grabbed a pint in Dublin, Ireland. Guinness of course.


Not quite the UK, but there's the possibility that Harry would be visiting his Irish neighbors. Such as my best friend, Oscar Wilde.


There is also a castle in Dublin that Harry could have been haunting, tired of his home at Hogwarts. But he was no where to be found.


Convinced that Harry was not in Dublin, we hopped over to Aberdeen, Scotland...the city of granite.


Deciding that the city was too gray and depressing, we perked up with a coffee break in the lively Glascow.


Or not so lively Glascow.


We then took our chariot of fire and sprinted to the beaches of St. Andrews.


Found its beautiful ruins...


...and Harry Potter!


Or so we thought. We quickly found that we were mistaken. He was only a poser. And he was a Scot. Alas, would we ever find him?