Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

by J.K. Rowling

Harry Potter is due to start his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His best friends Ron and Hermione have been very secretive all summer and he is desperate to get back to school and find out what has been going on. However, what Harry discovers is far more devastating than he could ever have expected…

My Review: As my first Book of the Harry Potter Series, it extremely full of suspense, mysteries and the fun that Harry Potter had with his Friends. The first few Chapters were amazing with having Harry rested at Ron’s House. Or to say, the Order of the Phoenix with Ginny, Fred, George, Bill, and the Others. George and Fred were amazing in this Book, as they usually are in most of the Harry Potter Books. It looks like Umbridge’s Character is very antagonistic in this Book. It makes it more interesting when the other Teachers contradict her usual ways of Punishing Students…or even Teachers. The way Hermione thinks Umbridge is teaching useless Lessons (in the Defence Against Dark Arts) for the OWL Exams and nevertheless, produces an Army of Students who are interested to learn real Defence Against the Dark Arts from Harry Potter. Furthermore, the Dreams/Nightmares which Harry has is very imaginative and as Snape teaches him Occlumency Lessons.

Some Paragraphs…

  1. “So how come I have to stay at the Dursleys’ while you two get to join in everything that’s going on here?” said Harry, the words tumbling over one another in a rush, his voice growing louder with every word. “How come you two are allowed to know everything that’s going on — ?” “We’re not!” Ron interrupted. “Mum won’t let us near the meetings, she says we’re too young —” But before he knew it, Harry was shouting. “SO YOU HAVEN’T BEEN IN THE MEETINGS, BIG DEAL! YOU’VE STILL BEEN HERE, HAVEN’T YOU? YOU’VE STILL BEEN TOGETHER! ME, I’VE BEEN STUCK AT THE DURSLEYS’ FOR A MONTH! AND I’VE HANDLED MORE THAN YOU TWO’VE EVER MANAGED AND DUMBLEDORE KNOWS IT — WHO SAVED THE SORCERER’S STONE? WHO GOT RID OF RIDDLE? WHO SAVED BOTH YOUR SKINS FROM THE DEMENTORS?”
  2. And Harry remembered: He had seen Bellatrix Lestrange inside Dumbledore’s Pensieve, the strange device in which thoughts and memories could be stored: a tall dark woman with heavy-lidded eyes, who had stood at her trial and proclaimed her continuing allegiance to Lord Voldemort, her pride that she had tried to find him after his downfall and her conviction that she would one day be rewarded for her loyalty. “You never said she was your —” “Does it matter if she’s my cousin?” snapped Sirius. “As far as I’m concerned, they’re not my family. She’s certainly not my family. I haven’t seen her since I was your age, unless you count a glimpse of her coming in to Azkaban. D’you think I’m proud of having relatives like her?” “Sorry,” said Harry quickly, “I didn’t mean — I was just surprised, that’s all —” “It doesn’t matter, don’t apologize,” Sirius mumbled at once.
  3. Then he said, with his back still turned to Harry, “Me mam didn’t want me to come back.” “What?” said Harry, pausing in the act of pulling off his robes. “She didn’t want me to come back to Hogwarts.” Seamus turned away from his poster and pulled his own pajamas out of his trunk, still not looking at Harry. “But — why?” said Harry, astonished. He knew that Seamus’s mother was a witch and could not understand, therefore, why she should have come over so Dursley-ish. Seamus did not answer until he had finished buttoning his pajamas. “Well,” he said in a measured voice, “I suppose . . . because of you.” “What d’you mean?” said Harry quickly. His heart was beating rather fast. He felt vaguely as though something was closing in on him. “Well,” said Seamus again, still avoiding Harry’s eyes, “she . . . er . . . well, it’s not just you, it’s Dumbledore too . . .” “She believes the Daily Prophet?” said Harry. “She thinks I’m a liar and Dumbledore’s an old fool?” Seamus looked up at him. “Yeah, something like that.” Harry said nothing. He threw his wand down onto his bedside table, pulled off his robes, stuffed them angrily into his trunk, and pulled on his pajamas. He was sick of it; sick of being the person who was stared at and talked about all the time. If any of them knew, if any of them had the faintest idea what it felt like to be the one all these things had happened to . . . Mrs. Finnigan had no idea, the stupid woman, he thought savagely.

Other Reviews…

Aj the Ravenous Reader

I know I overwhelmed Goodreads with my abundant reviews this week but I promise this is the last I’ll post until I finish Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince which will probably take a week. Lol.

The following is mostly rubbish because I was dreadfully ill when I read the fifth Harry Potter book (my faithful, loyal companion while my own respiratory tract conspired against me.) Merlin’s Beard! What has happened to my English? It has fully converted to British. Bloody brilliant! My husband will …more

Cait (Paper Fury)

AHHHH I AM FINALLY FINISHD. *collapses in a puddle* Peoples, I usually read a book in a day, two days if it’s big, three if it’s super huge. THIS BOOK TOOK ME FOREVER. I know there a lot of super-keen Potter fans out there, so, um, you may not want to read this review. But! But! WAIT! The biggest thing you need to know is: I seriously love this series. I do. It’s so detailed and thorough and interesting and I totally see why it’s captured the world in it’s wizarding claws. BUT. I didn’t grow up …more

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