Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, my owl Thalia and my time-turner… and my Gryffindor colours, of course! Back to Hogwarts! ©Literati Girl

I don’t think I’ve awaited the release of a new book as excitedly as this since the midnight release of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows!  I had my copy of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child pre-ordered via Amazon Prime, because I didn’t trust that my local, German bookstore would get the English-language version of this book.

Sunday came and went, so I thought it should arrive on my doorstep on Monday (because, as we all know, “there’s no post on Sundays”). Monday came and went, and I got a note saying it would definitely be delivered on Tuesday.

So I sat at home all day yesterday, eagerly awaiting the postie. He didn’t come. And I take it I wasn’t the only one without a Hogwarts Letter that day. Today, way past business hours, my little parcel of magic finally arrived, and I am beginning to think my post owl is called Errol.

It’s sort of strange to sit here with a new Harry Potter book. But the childlike wonder and magic is still there. So I’m turning my back on the Muggle world for a while and heading back to Hogwarts. Got my time-turner, wand and Gryffindor robes all ready, and my Hogwarts Alumni Association card in my pocket, though I’m sure McGonagall remembers me.

And yes, opening the first page of a new Harry Potter book, knowing the magic isn’t over after all, feels like coming home. Hogwarts, I’ve missed you!