I’m way behind on this delightful little foray back into the world of Harry Potter, which has been out for months now.
Despite the playscript format – which admittedly I am reasonably used to reading otherwise may have impacted upon my enjoyment – The Cursed Child feels very true to the voice and spirit of the Harry Potter novels and the world in which it is set. It is the chapter we needed to have – how on Earth do you grow up as a son of the most famous wizard who ever lived?
For Albus Severus Potter – the only Potter ever sorted into Slytherin – it has not been easy. He doesn’t feel that he fits into his father’s legacy. Instead, he is best friends with a Malfoy – who also feels the burden of his father’s previous actions.
When Albus decides to take action to be his own man and correct what he thinks are some of his father’s wrongs, he very nearly brings the wizarding world that we know and love to its knees.
It was delightful to visit our old friends again – seeing how successful Hermione has become and how haunted Harry still is by his past. Only the portrayal of Ron is somewhat disappointing, emphasizing only parts of his character and minimising his contribution to the original seven novels.
The new characters are wonderful too – and I could not have felt more at home in reading this play than if Rowling had done all the work herself. I devoured this.