A book (in this case a series) that you’ve read, re-read, analyzed, speculated and fantasized about for the largest part of your life is bound to leave a strong enough imprint somewhere. Admitted that the world of Harry Potter is flawed and badly imagined. J. K. Rowling has barely done any world-building that bears up to the scope of the series, and the bits that go beyond the immediate necessities of her plot are fuzzy and dubious. For one, there aren’t enough adults in the world of Harry Potter — makes you really wonder where so many students released from Hogwarts every year go.
The visualization in the early Harry Potter films (at least the first three films) is also trite and unappealing, and pretty much the only official depiction of the world that I like are Mary GrandPré‘s illustrations for the American book covers. Admittedly, it is not a very fun world to live in — especially during the timeline of the book — if you aren’t one of Harry Potter’s best friends, and sometimes not even then. You are either missing out on the action and feeling resentful about it, or getting the action — which is worse, because no one in the series has any fun except Harry. (Okay, maybe Dumbledore, but who wants to be Dumbledore? Admiring him as a father-figure is another thing.) But then, this is a world that I’ve seen rising up from scratch and spreading and growing complex as I grew up, I feel familiar with it (and with its deficiencies too). When the events in the books are over, I believe it would be a pretty good place have a lifetime.
P.S. I would also have been perfectly happy as an Oompa Loompa in Mr. Wonka’s chocolate factory, but I don’t feel so good about the ownership passing on to Charlie. Little boys are delightful creatures (as are old men), but little boys grow up and young men are just a little complicated. :D