The world of Harry Potter is one of the most beloved franchises across several generations. The seven books covering the captivating story of young wizards, in total, sold more than 450 million copies, and the movies grossed more than $7 billion. A part of such great success has been the detailed work of all people involved which we, as fans, can admire infinitely.
We at Now I’ve Seen Everything wanted to dive deep into this magical universe and brought you our curious finds.
1. One might think that Aunt Petunia is cooking in this scene. But she is actually dyeing Dudley’s old clothes grey for Harry’s uniform. This is only ever mentioned in the first book.
2. Number 7 on Harry’s Quidditch uniform
- Actually, the number 7 is a symbolic number in the world of JK Rowling. Moreover, Lord Voldemort has 7 Horcruxes and the last one, as we know, was Harry, which is quite symbolic too. However, the costume designer noted that the choice of this number for the Quidditch uniform is a reference to David Beckham, who played under this number a while back.
3. In the third movie, when Hermione appeared in class out of nowhere, we can actually see her time turner around her neck, which she hides in the next shot.
4. The scarves of Hermione, Ron, and Harry
- The costume designers decided to hint at the character of each person with the help of tiny detail — a scarf. If you’re paying attention, you know that each character ties it in their own way. Hermione tightens it as neatly as possible, according to the rules. Harry throws the end of the scarf over his shoulder. Ron doesn’t tie this accessory at all.
5. Although it may have gone unnoticed amidst all the chaos, in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1 we get to see a reunion between Hermione and Viktor Krum.
6. As the story progresses and Harry and his friends begin to destroy the Horcruxes, you can see how Voldemort’s clothes become discolored, his eyes droop, and small lesions appear on his skin as a sign that he is getting weaker.
7. The changing costumes of Dolores Umbridge
- In the image of Dolores, it was important to outline that she has power. We see that she, like many other powerful people, is rather conservative. For example, she wears the same hairdo and sticks to the same colors. Umbridge adores the color pink but its hues change as the plot develops.
- The costume designer commented on it in the following way, “I started with a lighter pink, and then as the film developed the pinks get hotter and hotter and hotter because she’s getting more and more hysterical.”
8. Harry’s scar
In the final shot of the film, Harry’s scar is noticeably faded and barely visible. It’s the reference to the last line of the novel series, “The scar had not pained Harry for 19 years. All was well.”
9. Ralph Fiennes (Lord Voldemort) asked for a hook to be added to Voldemort’s wand so that he could move more fluidly and “snake-like” without the wand falling from his hand.
10. In the last movie, Lucius Malfoy is seen sporting a new tattoo on his neck. This is the prisoner number he was given when he entered Azkaban.
11. Gilderoy Lockhart’s wig
- In Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, attentive viewers can notice that the professor of Defence against the Dark Arts, has a wig lying on his table. As we will later learn, Lockhart is a liar, who was cheating everyone and hadn’t done any feats. That is, he lies about everything and even his golden curls are fake.
12. Professor McGonagall has a secret talent.
- The Quidditch trophy from Harry Potter and the Sorcerers’ Stone not only features James Potter, Harry’s father but Professor McGonagall as well. Who would have guessed she was such a great player.
13. Hermione’s valuables.
- When Lockhart unleashes the pixies, Hermione immediately throws her books to the ground while no one else does because she knows the pixies will rip anything in plain sight apart.
14. Severus Snape and Gryffindor’s scarf
- Severus Snape is one of the most controversial characters. It’s not without reason that we see a striped scarf from Gryffindor hanging on the wall in the scene where he is killed. Perhaps he personifies the true inclination of Severus, and in due time he should have gone to Gryffindor, not to Slytherin.
- In the book, Dumbledore once says the following phrase relating to the distribution of students by faculty, “Sometimes I believe we sort too soon.” Perhaps, the professor was right. Perhaps, the scarf hanging in the closet is saying that people can change for the better.
15. As strange as it may seem, in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, a portrait of Voldemort can be seen on the side of the staircase.
What details in Harry Potter did you manage to notice only after re-watching or re-reading each one?
Preview photo credit Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets / Warner Bros. Pictures, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1 / Warner Bros. Pictures
MY DAUGHTER-IN-LAW TRIED TO SEDUCE MY HUSBAND FOR MONEY — SHE DIDN’T EXPECT HIM TO TELL ME ABOUT IT.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the kitchen, a comforting scent that usually signaled the start of a hectic workday. But yesterday, it was different. Yesterday, the kitchen held a quiet magic, a warmth that transcended the simple act of brewing coffee.
On the kitchen table, amidst the usual clutter of keys and mail, sat a neatly packed lunch bag. Beside it, a folded piece of paper, its edges slightly crumpled. A note.
My heart skipped a beat as I recognized the familiar, slightly slanted handwriting. It was Colton’s. Our 10-year-old foster son.
We’d opened our home to fostering after years of battling infertility. The empty rooms of our house had echoed with a longing that no amount of well-meaning advice could fill. We wanted to give a child a chance, a safe haven, a loving family.
Colton had arrived a year ago, a whirlwind of boundless energy and insatiable curiosity. He was a dreamer, a boy who found wonder in the simplest things. He loved riding his bike, exploring the neighborhood, and most of all, he loved helping in the kitchen, his eyes sparkling with the ambition of a future chef.
The note was simple, written in his characteristic, slightly misspelled script: “Lunch for you. Have a good day. Love Colton.”
And inside the lunch bag, a perfectly assembled sandwich, wrapped in wax paper, a small bag of chips, and a bruised but perfectly ripe apple.
It wasn’t just a sandwich. It wasn’t just a note. It was a testament to the bond we’d built, a tangible expression of the love that had blossomed between us.
For months, I’d felt a shift within me, a growing certainty that Colton wasn’t just a foster child, he was our son. The way he’d seamlessly woven himself into our lives, the way he’d filled the empty spaces in our hearts, it was undeniable.
That note, that simple gesture of love, solidified it. It was a quiet affirmation of what I already knew.
I shared the note with my wife, Sarah, her eyes welling up with tears as she read it. We looked at each other, a silent understanding passing between us. It was time.
Today, we made the decision official. We’re going to adopt Colton.
The paperwork is already underway, the legal process a mere formality compared to the emotional journey we’ve already undertaken. We’re planning a surprise for him, a small celebration to mark this momentous occasion.
We’ve decorated his room with balloons and streamers, a banner proclaiming “Welcome to your forever home!” We’ve baked his favorite chocolate chip cookies, and Sarah has even prepared a special dinner, a culinary masterpiece that would make any aspiring chef proud.
Tonight, when Colton returns from school, we’ll gather around the kitchen table, the same table where I found his note, and we’ll tell him the news.
I imagine his eyes widening with disbelief, then filling with tears of joy. I imagine him running into our arms, his small frame shaking with emotion.
And I know, with absolute certainty, that this is the best decision we’ve ever made. We’re not just giving Colton a home; he’s giving us a family, a love that’s richer and more profound than we ever imagined.
MY DAUGHTER-IN-LAW TRIED TO SEDUCE MY HUSBAND FOR MONEY — SHE DIDN’T EXPECT HIM TO TELL ME ABOUT IT.
Our son’s wedding was in full swing, and let me tell you, I was tearing up the dance floor with my boy! Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever danced like that in my life. At some point, though, I realized I hadn’t seen the bride for at least 30 minutes.
Then my husband came up to me, looking tense. “We need to talk. Now,” he said. We stepped outside the hall, and what he told me made my jaw drop.
“I ran into our DIL in the hallway,” he started. “I hugged her and told her how much we love her. But apparently, she took it… differently. She said she loves me too — and even more than our son! Then she tried to kiss me on the lips!”
He continued, “I pushed her away, and she said she understood there might be witnesses here. Then she told me to meet her in her hotel room on the third floor in 20 minutes. I think we should both pay her a little visit.”
In 20 minutes, my husband, our relatives, and I opened the door to her hotel room. write a long story base on that above
The wedding reception was a blur of twinkling lights, joyous laughter, and the infectious rhythm of the band. I was lost in the moment, twirling my son around the dance floor, tears of happiness blurring my vision. It was a perfect day, a celebration of love and new beginnings.
But as the night wore on, a nagging unease crept into my heart. I hadn’t seen my daughter-in-law, Clara, for quite some time. She’d been a picture of radiant happiness during the ceremony, but now, she was nowhere to be found.
Then, my husband, Richard, approached me, his face etched with a seriousness that instantly sobered me. “We need to talk. Now,” he said, his voice low and urgent.
We stepped outside the grand ballroom, the sounds of the celebration fading into a muffled hum. Richard’s words, when he finally spoke, were like a slap in the face.
“I ran into Clara in the hallway,” he began, his voice tight. “I hugged her, told her how happy we were to have her as part of the family. You know, the usual father-in-law stuff.”
He paused, his eyes filled with disbelief. “But she… she took it differently. She said she loved me too. And then, she said she loved me more than our son.”
My breath hitched. “What?”
“She tried to kiss me,” he continued, his voice barely a whisper. “On the lips.”
I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. “No…”
“I pushed her away,” Richard said, his voice hardening. “And she said she understood there might be witnesses here. Then she told me to meet her in her hotel room on the third floor in twenty minutes. Said she wanted to talk.”
My mind raced, trying to comprehend what I was hearing. Clara, our son’s bride, attempting to seduce my husband? It was beyond comprehension.
“We’re going,” I said, my voice firm. “But we’re not going alone.”
We gathered a small group of our closest relatives, people we trusted implicitly. They were as shocked as we were, but they stood by us, their faces grim.
Twenty minutes later, we stood outside Clara’s hotel room, a knot of tension tightening in my chest. Richard knocked, a sharp, authoritative rap on the door.
Clara opened it, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in the crowd behind Richard. She was dressed in a silk robe, her hair slightly disheveled.
“What is this?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“We’re here for that conversation,” Richard said, his voice cold.
We entered the room, the silence heavy and charged. Clara’s eyes darted between us, her face flushed.
“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stammered.
“Don’t lie, Clara,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. “My husband told me everything.”
Her eyes flickered to Richard, then back to me. “He’s lying,” she said, her voice rising. “He’s the one who came onto me.”
“That’s enough,” Richard said, his voice cutting through the tension. “We’re not here to argue. We’re here to understand. Why?”
Clara’s facade crumbled. Tears streamed down her face. “I needed the money,” she sobbed. “I thought… I thought if I could get close to you, you’d help me.”
“Help you?” I asked, my voice incredulous. “By betraying our son?”
She didn’t answer. She just stood there, her shoulders shaking, her face buried in her hands.
We left her there, alone in her hotel room. The wedding was over, the celebration tainted. Our son was devastated, but he understood. The marriage was annulled, the betrayal too deep to forgive.
The aftermath was a whirlwind of hurt and confusion. But through it all, one thing remained clear: family was paramount. And we would always protect our own, no matter the cost.
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