And the story of the boy who lived will always remain with me and I shall cherish and relive those memories through my pensieve when I want to. 

But it’s 2018 now and the second instalment of the Fantastic Beasts series is out. And by Merlin’s beard, I solemnly swear it’s up to no good. 

And make no mistake, I too wanted to see Hogwarts and Dumbledore and everyone else but making McGonagall teaching in 1927 is just pushing it, especially when she was born in the 1930s. 

Factual inaccuracies aside, the films look like David Yates and JK Rowling are both scrapping at the bottom of the barrel and frankly, it’s disappointing. 

Someone needs to pull the brakes on this horrifying afterlife of the Harry Potter series. Honestly, we didn’t need a Cursed Child play, neither did we need a book of the script, that read more like bad fan fiction on Tumblr than anything else. 

Then there is Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. Forget the fact that they also released the printed script of the said movie and then announced a 5-part movie series.

Not only did the movie get basic facts incorrectly, but they also messed up the general timeline to provide nostalgia and gave up on good storytelling in favour of fancier CGI. 

Hey, I get it. Harry Potter is a monster that shits money for fun. But after 7 books and 8 movies, that shit just stinks.

And frankly, as someone who grew up waiting for a letter from Hogwarts all his childhood, this is a bit insulting. 

What’s worse is that Rowling has a huge part to play in this. She helped pen down the Cursed Child play and scripted the Fantastic Beasts series. 

She keeps revealing new details about the Wizarding World and honestly, we are a bit tired. 

Rowling is a literary genius and Harry Potter shall remain an immortal work of fiction but all these; more specifically the Fantastic Beasts series is just ruining all the good memories we have.