Halloween at Hogwarts

I hope everyone has had an excellent Halloween, whether that means you dressed up and partied or if you curled up in front of some festival appropriate films or if you had a completely ordinary night. Mine was petty good. It started with some lovely ladies on the train giving me a flower and a grandmother tell me I looked good in skull make up. From there I went to a Halloween/Day of the Dead party thrown by a friend from work, who has the most adorable son. Between paella and eyeball cupcakes, it was pretty great. And then I headed to Beth’s to watch The Rocky Horror Picture Show and then fell asleep halfway through The Addams Family.


I think I over did the eyeliner.

So yes, pretty good Halloween all round. But I’d like to tell you about the stuff I did for Halloween last weekend. Because who doesn’t want to hear about Halloween at Hogwarts?

I was down in London, once again visiting Maddie. For graduation, my Dad bought me a ticket to go to the Harry Potter Studio Tour in Watford, and Maddie agreed to go with me. And we booked to go during their Halloween extravaganza.

Suitably dressed, we made our way to Watford Junction by train, before boarding the shuttle buses that run to the studio tour. The people who were most excited were the kids and the twenty year olds. Not the parents.



Our tickets were booked for 6.30pm so thanks to Maddie being super clever, we got there for 5, giving us time to buy food and spend about an hour in the gift shop. The gift shop is a treasure trove of temptation. Expensive temptation. I now have many items of Harry Potter themed merchandise, including a Chudley Cannons pennant.


I need there to be a Quidditch team in Dudley called the Dudley Cannons.

Finally we got to go in. I’ve been to the studio tour before and the beginning is very cool. I don’t want to spoil it for anyone who hasn’t been yet, so I’m gonna skim over that.

The Great Hall was decorated for Halloween, naturally, and it was very cool to see the sweets and goodies on display, getting us into the Halloween mood. But round the corner a bigger surprise was waiting. Death eaters.


Literally the best photo I have ever taken.

This scary fellow snuck up to me while I was reading about the makeup and stared at me, until I noticed him. And, in what is my most British reaction ever, I said hello in the polite manner reserved for vicars and head teachers. He later got into a staring match with Maddie. He was disappointed that we didn’t scream and run away like the preteens did when he drew his wand and went into a duelling stance.


Standard night out.

The Studio Tour, for those who don’t know, is a collection of props, sets and costumes from the Harry Potter films, laid out so fans can come and be part of the magic. It’s well worth a visit if you loved the films. They explain how things were made, how spells were filmed – all sorts. And they have hundreds of props that you will spend hours wondering where they were in the film. My favourite is a knitted Hippogriff.


I want one so bad. 

There’s also opportunities to ride a broom, take part in a wizard duel and even go on the Hogwarts Express. You can also buy butterbeer and butterbeer ice cream, see the Knight Bus and loiter outside 4 Privet Drive. There’s a section about the models and puppetry behind the magical creatures, a slew of graphics, architecture models and concept art, as well as the fact that you can walk down Diagon Alley.


All London buses should be purple and three storeys high.

Having been before, I had seen most of it, but it was great to see deatheaters wandering around. The woman was so scary as Bellatrix me and Maddie were too scared to go and get a photo with her. I also got to try butterbeer for the first time and generally mess around at Hogwarts with one of my best friends. All in all, it was pretty darn great.


Such Halloween.

Indeed, I talked about it so much at work that someone I work with is going in January. How’s that for word of mouth advertising? Of course, going in January, she’ll get to see Hogwarts in the snow. Whereas I love a good Jack-o-lantern.


Harry Potter and the German Dissertation

As I believe I’ve mentioned, I’m graduating soon. All I need now is a) my final results and b) a day of wearing a cap and gown, and I will officially be done with my undergraduate degree. Like a lot of people, I had to do a dissertation to get to this point. I really liked my dissertation, so I’m going to nerd out about it here. Warning: much nerdery ahead.

My dissertation began about this time last year in a bar in Bruges. While on holiday with my friends, which you can read about here, I realised that despite my best efforts I would probably have to do a dissertation, and I had no idea what I would write about. A drunken-ish discussion ensued, and the next day I discovered notes on my phone about what I should write about. It turned out I’d been really insistent about wanting to write about Harry Potter.

I think it’s fairly obvious that I am a huge fan of Harry Potter, but trying to come up with a dissertation that included that was difficult. But I eventually made it work. I was going to look at neologisms (made up words) in the Harry Potter series and how they were translated into German. At this juncture, I’d like to point out that my main motivation to write about Harry Potter was so that it would be interesting, rather than necessarily being nerdy enough to write about Harry Potter. Simply put, I desperately didn’t want to write a 4000-7000 word essay on Hitler and the Third Reich.

So I wrote about Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. I also wrote about a book called Die 13½  Lebens des Käpt’n Blaubär by Walter Moers, which in English is The 13½ Lives of Captain Bluebear. (It’s an excellent book. You should go read it.) And somehow I muddled through and handed in a dissertation entitled ‘From Albus Dumbledore to Zamonia: A comparison of the impact of neologisms in fantasy novels and their translations between English and German, focusing on Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone by J.K Rowling and Die 13½ Leben des Käpt’n Blaubär by Walter Moers’. Yeah, it’s a mouthful.

Basically, I looked at four different theories of translation and how they could be applied to the translations of made-up words in Harry Potter and Bluebear. And while it took a really long time to do, not least because the first thing I had to do was write out all the made up words in each book (in English and German) and Bluebear is 700 pages long, it was a really enjoyable experience. I mean, as far as writing an essay can be enjoyable.


Undergraduate research posters. Mine’s the one with the Harry Potter writing.

And while I was doing my dissertation, the Department of Cultures, Languages and Area Studies (aka CLAS aka my uni department) had a post graduate symposium which included an undergraduate poster competition. You could submit a poster of any research you’d done and so, as procrastination, I made a poster of my dissertation. And somehow I won. So that was pretty cool. Especially as when I made my poster, I hadn’t actually written my dissertation.

I had to explain my research to a bunch a postgraduates. I basically said I’m looking at made up words.

I’m not sure if there’s a point to this blog post aside from me going ‘I got to write an essay on this thing and that was super cool, because Harry Potter and linguistics and yes’, but if there were to be another point it would be this: try and do your dissertation on something that interests you. I was terrified that I’d have to write mine on something that I didn’t really care about, that I wasn’t really interested in and that I wouldn’t do very well in. Instead, I wrote about two books that I love with regards to a part of language study that I find fascinating (aka translation with a focus on linguistics). And I got my second highest mark of my university career for it, which was so unexpected. So I guess what I’m trying to say is that Harry Potter got me a first, and if that isn’t magic, I’m not sure what is.


BQC: A Flying Visit

George Weasley: Rough game, Quidditch.

Fred Weasley: Brutal, but no one’s died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally, but they’ll turn up in a month or two!

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, (2001 film)

It’s true. Quidditch, even Muggle Quidditch, is a dangerous sport. But the threat of mysteriously vanishing didn’t deter over 400 players descending on Wollaton Park last weekend, all ready to battle to the death if necessary for the honour of being crowned the British Quidditch Champions.

Photo credit: University of Nottingham Wollaton Hall is as impressive as Quidditch skills

Photo credit: University of Nottingham

Wollaton Hall is as impressive as Quidditch skills

As I mentioned in my last post, my local team is the Nottingham Nightmares. I’ll can give you three guesses who I support. Yeah, that’s right – Derby. No, I’m kidding. Of course I support Nightmares. Let’s be honest, I live with their team captain. It’d be a trifle awkward if I didn’t. Fair warning: this post will be Notts Nightmares centric. So I donned my nightmares shirt and face paint, and headed out to Wollaton Park in time for the first Nightmares game of the British Quidditch Cup.


All the things needed to support your team: tutus, banners and nail polish. Oh and face paint, of course.

Unfortunately due to various reasons, the games on Day One were running late, which meant there was still waiting around to be done when I turned up. This did mean, however, that I had time to grab some BQC swag and be introduced to various quidditching people. And then finally, it was time for Nottingham to play Bangor Broken Broomsticks.


The official programme is so kickass.

Before I go on, I should probably quickly explain a couple of things. Firstly, the snitch is worth 30 points and catching it ends the game. Each time a Quaffle goes through a hoop that’s 10 points. (And if you want slightly more explanation than that, Sky Sports were at BQC and filmed a (at times kind of cheesy) video explanation complete with actual quidditch players and adorable kids, which you can find here.) On Day One, teams were playing the other teams that were in their groups (See here for more details of fixtures and scores).


Photo credit: University of Nottingham

A Quaffle, a bludger and many broomsticks

I’m not a sports commentator, so I’m sorry but you’re not going to get a blow by blow recount of the match. But I can tell you that both teams played well, but finally Nightmares triumphed, with the score 150*-70. (For the uninitiated, an asterisk means that team caught the snitch.) There was much celebration on the part of the Nightmares, because winning your first game is always a great way to kick off a tournament.

Photo credit: University of Nottingham

Photo credit: University of Nottingham

Nightmares celebrating a well deserved win.
(The guy in the yellow headband caught the snitch.)
(He was mobbed by the entire team.)

The second game Nightmares played was against The Flying Chaucers. Flying Chaucers formed just two months ago and brought a fairly small squad to BQC. They played really well, particularly for such a new team, but the final score was 280*-10 to Nottingham. Winning both matches was a solid start.

Photo credit: University of Nottingham

Photo credit: University of Nottingham

The Chaucers putting up a valiant fight.

As the games were running late on Day One, Nightmares only played two games on the Saturday, rather than the three they should have done. However, it was a beautiful day, and I don’t think anyone minded too much. Of course, there were plenty of matches to watch in between Nightmare games and it was a really great start to the weekend.

Photo credit: Donald Stazicker

Photo credit: Donald Stazicker

“Quidditch face” can strike anyone anytime anywhere.

Saturday night there was a social, where I think everyone I talked to told me how tired they were and they couldn’t believe they’d dragged themselves out, but hadn’t the day gone well? The social was very lowkey due to the excessive tiredness of pretty much everyone, but it ended with a highland dance off, so fun was definitely had.

Photo credit: Donald Stazicker

Photo credit: Donald Stazicker

Nightmares going for a goal against Durham.

Sunday dawned grey and drizzly, but I didn’t see it because I slept through my alarm. I don’t want to say that watching Quidditch is as tiring as playing because that’s simply not true, but man it takes it out of you. I missed the first Nightmares match which was against Durhamstrang. Nightmares lost, with the final score standing at 110*-60. A close match but still a loss.

Photo credit: Donald Stazicker

Photo credit: Donald Stazicker

A reminder that Quidditch is a full contact sport.

By the time I turned up, it had been established that despite the loss to Durham, Nightmares were through the group stage and into the round of sixteen. This meant playing Derby Union Quidditch for a place in the Quarterfinals. To start off with Nightmares were not at their best, but they pulled it back, with the final score being 80*-40 to Nottingham. Which meant they were through to the Quarterfinals.

Photo credit: Donald Stazicker

Photo credit: Donald Stazicker

Notts giving it all they’d got against the Chimeras.

And in the quarterfinals they were facing Radcliffe Chimeras, who, at the time were both the British and European champions. But Nightmares were prepared for a fight, even when the heavens opened. It was the tensest match I have ever watched. By snitch release (18 minutes into the game) the score was 30-0 to the Chimeras, which meant if Nottingham caught the snitch without the Chimeras scoring anymore, the game would go to overtime which would mean if they caught the snitch again they’d win and be through to the semifinals.

Photo credit: Donald Stazicker

Photo credit: Donald Stazicker

Solid defensive seeking by the Nightmares’ Seeker.

Sadly, it was not to be with Chimeras both scoring more and catching the snitch, and the final score was 110*-10 to the Chimeras. But Nightmares played fantastically and all of their supporters were so proud of them. And they should be so proud of themselves.

Photo credit: University of Nottingham

Photo credit: University of Nottingham

Southampton about to beat out a Chimeras Chaser.

In the end, the final was between Radcliffe Chimeras and Southampton Quidditch Club 1. Complete with a disallowed snitch catch, injuries, and a pitch move, it was both a long and tense match. But finally, finally, finally it was over. With Southampton Quidditch Club 1 as the new British Quidditch Champions.

Photo credit: University of Nottingham

Photo credit: University of Nottingham

You’re going to want to click on this photo to fully see how great it is.

If you want full results plus interesting statistics, you should look here, but the final top rankings were:

1st – Southampton Quidditch Club 1

2nd – Radcliffe Chimeras

3rd – Keele Squirrels

It was an amazing weekend, which was made even sweeter for Nightmares (who came 5th overall) who found out that their performance had secured them a place at the European Quidditch Cup, which is in Oxford, 17-18th April 2015. I hope all players at BQC enjoyed their time in Nottingham, because it was fantastic to have them here. And I’m so proud of Nightmares. I said it before, but I’m saying it again because it’s true. I have high hopes for them at EQC. Because #ibelieveinnightmares.

Photo credit: University of Nottingham

Photo credit: University of Nottingham

Watch out EQC. Nightmares are coming for you.


Do you even fly, bro?

So Quidditch is a thing. Like, a real life, honest to god, you can go play it thing. And with the British Quidditch Cup fast approaching, I figured I should probably do at least a semi-explaining blog before you get assaulted with tales of Nottingham Nightmares’ romp to victory. Yes, I have absolute faith in my local team. No, I don’t pay attention to statistics. #ibelieveinnightmares

Photo credit: Helen Freeman)

Nottingham Nightmares: Looking positively electrifying

Let me begin with please don’t ever ask a Quidditch player if they really fly. Responses will range from sarcasm to stabbing and to be honest, I’m not sure which is worse. You want to face down a Quidkid who’s had tons of practice of answering this for full comedic effect, be my guest. But you won’t come out of it well. I once convinced a guy we fly. He looked so crushed when he found out it wasn’t true.

Muggle Quidditch or IQA Quiddditch originated in the USA in 2005, but has spread across the globe with teams on almost every continent. The basics from the Harry Potter books remain true. Chasers, beaters, keeper, seeker. Quaffles, bludgers, snitch. Mixed gender. Three hoops. Full contact. Broomsticks. Ridiculous commentary from spectators. I’m not going to go into the ins and outs of the rules because a) I’m a little hazy on them myself and b) man, that would take a long time. The basics can be found in the infographic below:

Quidditch rules

(Photo credit: Sophie Chrétien/London Unspeakables)

So you may have noticed that I said it’s a mixed gender sport. Much like in books, muggle Quidditch welcomes all genders on their teams. Which means everyone gets to join in the fun and violence. Thanks to the “four maximum” rule, there can only be four people who identify as the same gender on the pitch for the same team at any one time. Not only does it mean the mixed gender nature of the sport is codified in the rules, but it creates a LGBTI friendly space with an environment where people are highly aware of the fact that gender is a spectrum not a binary. If you want to read more about how this plays out in Quidditch in the UK, I recommend this article.

As I believe I mentioned, the British Quidditch Cup is rapidly coming up and this year it’s going to be Nottingham. So Quidkids from around the country will be descending on Wollaton Hall from 7th March to 8th March. Competing teams have been divided into six groups, who will then play a round robin within their group. At the end of the first day, the teams will be ranked based on the results of the round robin, and only the top sixteen will make it through to the next day. Then a round of sixteen, Quarter Finals, Semi Finals and a Final will take place. Standard stuff, right? For more details of the tournament format, see here.

Basically, next week’s going to be an exciting weekend for Quidditch enthusiasts. Watch this space for a blog about it. If you’re in the UK and interested in finding your local Quidditch team, you can use this handy page on the Quidditch UK website. And now, having created a blog post that is a mess of everything Quidditch, I’m gonna leave you with a list of all teams competing in the British Quidditch Cup, because there’s some serious alliteration going on in some of them.

Bangor Broken Broomsticks, Bristol Brizzlepuffs, Cambridge University Quidditch Club, Chester Chasers, Derby Union Quidditch Club, Durhamstrang, Falmouth Falcons, Holyrood Hippogriffs, Keele Squirrels, Leeds Griffins, Leicester Thestrals, London Unspeakables, Loughborough Longshots, Norwich Nifflers, Nottingham Nightmares, Oxford Quidlings, Radcliffe Chimeras, Reading Rocs, Southampton Quidditch Club, Southampton Quidditch Club 2, St Andrews Snidgets, The Flying Chaucers, and Warwick Whomping Willows.

Nightmares 2
Photo credit: Helen Freeman)

How could you not support them? Look how great they look. 


Edinburgh is the New Dresden

With exams over and time to kill before lectures start up again, I was in Edinburgh this week. Why Edinburgh? Well, that’s where Manda lives now. You may remember Manda from posts like ‘Dresden, Baby‘, ‘All Christmassed Out‘ and ‘Easter Holidays, part one‘. She’s awesome and I hadn’t seen her in forever, so after my last exam I made the five hour, three train journey up to Scotland.

I got there at like half eleven at night, so it’s not as if I exactly did sightseeing that first day, although it’s hard to miss the castle seeing as it’s right next to the railway station. And the Scots monument. Okay so I kinda did some sightseeing on my way to Manda’s flat, but it was in the dark and more a case of glancing at things.

The next day I was lucky enough to get a lie in while Manda had a translation class, because they’ve started classes again already. And then when she was back, we headed out into Edinburgh. First we went to The Elephant Café, famously where J K Rowling wrote some of Harry Potter.


Obligatory photo of me.

It’s a café. With lots of pictures of elephants. And a metric ton of graffiti in the toilets. I mean, if you need food or drink, it’s quite nice. If you want to be in the same room that J K Rowling was once in, then yes, go ahead. But it’s not a shrine to Harry Potter or anything. Well, the toilets are. But other than that, if you’re looking for much Harry Potterness, you need to go to somewhere like the Harry potter Studio tour.


My favourite of all the graffiti

After the Elephant Café, we went to St Gile’s cathedral, which was really nice. The roofline is very interesting, and inside the ceiling’s pretty cool. It’s not the hugest of cathedral’s but it’s really nice.


Look at that chiseled roofline

Then we headed to the Scott monument, which is not, as I thought it was, called the Scots Monument. It’s a memorial to Sir Walter Scott who wrote books like Ivanhoe. Usually you can go up it, and that was our plan, but it was closed for maintenance. So having being deprived of exercise in one form, we headed up Calton Hill which affords one lovely views of the city without being quite as colossally tiring as Arthur’s Seat.


So very pretty.


So very very pretty.

Post exercise and view, we got ice-cream and then wandered in and out of shops, because they looked interesting and it was cold outside. I mean, so cold. I knew Scotland would be cold, but I did not expect it to be as cold as it was. Then we went home and generally chilled out before making good decisions and getting takeway. I also finally got to meet some of Manda’s friends. After hearing so many stories, it’s nice to put tales to faces. We did eventually go to a cocktail bar, where we had one drinks before realising we were knackered and so headed home.


Possibly my favourite tag line ever.

The following day we headed to Edinburgh uni’s Student Union where I was very jealous because it’s way better than the SU at Uni of Notts. I got to meet yet more of Manda’s friends, which was pretty cool. After lunch we went and had a drink with one of her buddies. There’s a scheme at Edinburgh uni where international students are matched up with home students, to… help them out at first, I guess? Moving to a foreign country for uni is scary, especially if the language isn’t your native one. She was very lovely and it turns out one of her friends is studying in Ilmenau. Small world. Very small world.


Edinburgh knows what’s what.

Post coffee, we went home, I watched the Bee Movie for the first time (seriously, what is up with that film?) and then we headed out to a pub to watch the football. I’ve only ever watched one football match in my life and that was Germany v England in the 2010 World Cup. So it was an interesting night.

I got schooled in how to refer to Manchester United without sounding like a complete stranger to football. I tweeted about the game as if it was a quidditch match. Found out some of Manda’s friends met some of my friends during their year abroad. Seriously guys, it’s a super small world.

The day I was headed home, Manda had to work so I didn’t actually see her in the morning of my final day, but I talked to her flatmates and that’s basically the same thing, right? (Manda, I love you really.) And then I made the five hour, three train trip back to Nottingham.

Edinburgh’s a really great city and I had a lot of fun, but what really made it great was seeing Manda. I did occasionally get confused and think we were in Dresden because I’d really only ever seen Manda in Dresden. But then I’d realise everyone around us (aside from the tourists) were speaking English and would remember that I was still in the UK. I had an excellent time in Scotland. Looking forward to when I can next go back.


A Weekend Full of Gerunds: Swinging and Quidditching

I was meant to bloggerate about Budapest. That was the plan, and I had it all worked out. Do my work, hand in essays, then sit down and write about one of the most beautiful cities I’ve ever had the pleasure of being in.

However, the weekend happened. On Friday I went to my first ever social swing dance, which was so much fun. Swing dance is the name for various dance styles that sprang up alongside the swing form of jazz. I got into it via the Swing Soc at university and it’s super fun. The two styles we learn are Lindy Hop and Charleston. Not going to lie, I prefer Lindy Hop; not sure why, just do. I’ll most likely bloggerate about swing more extensively at some point, but the point is, I was out on the town, spinning, triple stepping and trying not to kick anyone, and not writing about Budapest.

But Kat, I hear you cry, that’s only Friday night. What about the rest of the weekend? Well, dear readers, there was an IQA Quidditch tournament in Nottingham. Now, I don’t play IQA for a variety of reasons, but I am a member of the Quidditch and Harry Potter Society and my housemates play (to the point where one of them is the Captain of the Nottingham Nightmares), so I went along to offer support. After getting more uni work done, of course.


Much mud is involved in quidditch.

(Click to enlarge and see all the pretty faces)

I’m not about to explain IQA in this post, because that’s a post for another time, but the long and short of it is, I spent my weekend watching Quidditch, cheering on the Nightmares and generally not doing much else. So I apologise for the lack of Budapest, tune in next week for more. For now go watch Nottingham Nightmares at British Quidditch Cup last year in this video:

I have been super converted to IQA (watching, not playing) but shhh, don’t tell my housemates. They’ll be way too proud of themselves. Though seeing as Nightmares came second* in the tournament, they’re pretty proud of themselves already. And rightly so. #Ibelieveinnightmares

*Nightmarish Tournament result: 1st – Oxford Quidlings, 2nd – Nottingham Nightmares, 3rd – Leeds Griffins, 4th – Leicester Thestrals


Pottering Around

I am a huge Harry Potter fan. So much so that at Nottingham, I’m a member of the Quidditch and Harry Potter society and was even on the committee during my second year. Despite this, last summer I realised I hadn’t actually read the books in a very long time. So the month before I moved to Germany I reread books 1-3. However, I didn’t bring the others with me. This led to me buying Harry Potter und der Feuerkelch in my first few weeks in Ilmenau. I have finally finished it. (Considering I read Deathly Hallows in roughly four hours, six months for the Goblet of Fire is somewhat impressive.)

Obviously, the majority of the world knows about Harry Potter, so I’m not going to review it or anything like that. I am, however, going to talk about certain things that tickled my fancy whilst reading it in German. There are probably spoilers. Beware.

1. Hermione is called Hermine in German. I’m not entirely sure why it’s changed, maybe Hermine is German for Hermione. All I know is that every time I read it, I hear the part from A Very Potter Sequel where Ron and Harry are searching for Hermione in the shrieking shack and cannot get her name right. (You can find it here, at about 4:02-4.20)

2. Buckbeck is called Seidenschnabel, which is a fantastic sounding word. According to Google translate it means silken beak, so is not a direct translation. But awesome sounding nonetheless.

3. The German for remembrall is erinnermich, which means remind me/remember me. Pretty accurate translation of remembrall if you ask me.

4. I always wondered how punny names got translated into other languages. For example, The Knight Bus. Turns out in German, The Knight Bus is the Fahrender Ritter, which means the travelling Knight. Guess that pun didn’t really translate so well.

5.  One of the important parts of Harry Potter are the fantastic beasts (and where to find them). I always figured most mythological creatures were called the same in every language, but I am an idiot. I did, however, realise that some creatures would have to have new names because JK Rowling made them up. Like, Boggart. [Edit: I’ve been reliably informed that Boggarts existed in folklore before Harry Potter. Apologies for my mistake.] I did some googling and Irrlicht means will o’ the wisp in German. I feel like that’s probably the route of the German for Irrwicht, which is Boggart.

6. Die Kammer des Schreckens is the Chamber of Secrets. Seeing as secrets is Geheimnisse, I was surprised, but I feel like Chamber of Horrors makes more sense for a place that is home to a giant, terrifying snake. (If the Basilisk didn’t scare you, you’re probably a Gryffindor.)

7. Die Karte des Rumtreibers is the Marauders‘ map. According to my favourite dictionary site, Rumtreibers is not a word that exists in German. So yes.

8. Speaking of the marauders, Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs are Moony, Wurmschwanz, Tatze and Krone. Which is Moony, Wormtail, Paw and Crown. Don’t tell James Potter. His head’s big enough as it is.

9. Whilst on the subject of nicknames, Sirius Black is often referred to as snuffles in Book 4. In German this is Schnuffel. Which sounds way more cutsey and amuses me greatly.

9. So seeing as Tom Marvolo Riddle spells out I am Lord Voldemort (seriously, how bored was Voldemort when he figured that out?), his name has to change in other languages. In German, he becomes Tom Vorlost Riddle. Still sounds pretty made up bad ass to me.

10. Mudblood becomes Schlammblut as a direct translation.

11. Schuleulen means school owls and Eulerei means owlery. Nothing remarkable about this except they are fantastic sounding words in German.

12. Talking of fantastic words, wizards pack of cards becomes Zauberschnippschnappacken in German. Gotta love the German compound nouns.

13. Goblet of Fire begins to show the Wizarding community as an international world, which means reading dialogue by Krum and Fleur, as accented German. It’s fantastic. Reading French and Bulgarian accented German is super odd, but amazing as well.

14. Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans are Bertie Botts bohnen jeder Geschmacksrichtung, which makes me want to bemoan the lack of alliteration, but they’re not exactly fully alliterative in English either.

15. Pensieve is German is das Denkarium. Personally, I prefer the German, but I think that’s mainly because I can say it. Unlike the English which has me tripping over the knots in my tongue.