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To everyone's surprise, the spotted dick was the first to go. It might have looked like fetid meatloaf, but it turned out to be a succulently moist toffee pudding that was well worth the embarrassment it did to my Le Creuset.

The midnight opening at Russo's was great, the marketplace crowded with students, professors, muggles, news vans, radio stations, and vendors. The line wrapped a thousand people deep, Potter music erupting from massive speakers as the crowd surged at midnight. Employees flung books out as fast as they could snatch tickets, and by 12:15am the book was gleaming in my eager hands.


Better wizards than I have lost buttocks:




The police blocked off the marketplace exits as the boxes arrived and were unloaded, but Russo's was taking no chances and placed their own guard against the mob of squibs:




And this goes down as the stupidest picture of me in recent months: