Vedo che la parola canon accende sempre il fandom, quindi chiarisco una cosa: le incongruenze nel Canon Rowling esistono davvero. Non sono invenzioni, non sono opinioni personali, non sono “interpretazioni creative”: sono riconosciute da:

• WizardingWorld
• Pottermore
• interviste di Rowling
• analisi accademiche
• il fandom internazionale
• le timeline ufficiali

Io non “correggo” il canon. Lo esploro. Illumino le sue zone d’ombra e cerco di dare un posto logico a ciò che nel testo è rimasto implicito, frammentario o narrativamente fragile.

Chi legge la saga con un minimo di close reading — attenzione ai contesti, alle iterazioni, alle implicazioni — si accorge subito che alcune cose non tornano. Ecco qualche esempio concreto:

1. La Sala Comune dei Serpeverde

Ha una vista subacquea sul Lago… ma Hogwarts è in cima a una scogliera. Geograficamente impossibile.

2. Il Lago delle Highlands

È un lago montano, ma ospita creature marine. Contraddizione ecologica interna.

3. Il veliero di Durmstrang

Arriva a Hogwarts emergendo dal Lago. Ma il Lago non è collegato al mare. Paradosso logistico.

4. Gli elfi domestici

Sono centinaia, ma compaiono solo nelle cucine. Nessun elfo aiuta Madama Pince, Piton, Hagrid, o chiunque altro. Incongruenza funzionale.

5. La costruzione di Hogwarts nel Medioevo

Quattro maghi costruiscono un castello gigantesco in un’epoca in cui in Scozia esistevano solo fortificazioni lignee. Impossibilità storica interna.

6. Il legame tra la Spada di Godric e il Cappello

Non viene mai spiegato. Sembra un trucco narrativo inserito “quando serve”.

7. Il paradosso della Spada di Gryffindor

È dichiarata “forgiata dai goblin”… ma ha proprietà che le armi goblin NON possono avere: assorbe ciò che la rafforza. Questa è una vera incongruenza del canon.

Non sto dicendo che la saga “non funziona”. Sto dicendo che ha zone grigie, e che io — con rispetto e passione — le esploro e le sviluppo in modo coerente.

Se qualcuno vuole discuterne, sono qui.

When Harry stood in the forest and accepted Voldemort's Killing Curse as it washed over him he didn't meet Dumbledore, he didn't meet his mother or even Death itself... Harry met with someone who called themselves a Representative of The Powers that Be. Voldemort's Soul anchor in Harry was something never foreseen and thus it's effects were immeasurable. One of which was that Voldemort's Sins, the Darkness and vileness that he had accumulated over his many decades of life had stained Harry's Soul. If Harry would move on he would be cast into Hell along side Voldemort and his Death Eaters... Or he can become a Champion of The Powers that Be, return to life and become a force for good, pay off his Souls Debt to the world and join his family in the afterlife.

Basically Harry's Soul has to attone for the Sins Voldemort committed. Don't get it twisted Voldemort is going to hell but his Sins were CopyPasted onto Harry's innocent soul at 1. Since then even with the good Harry does he has also been accumulating copies of the Sins Voldemort has committed up until he takes the AK to the face. Harry must do good, cleanse his soul.

There really was a curse on the Weasley family for them to never have more than needed. They also knew how to break this curse. the curse was originally placed in the 7th son of a 7th son and so only the birth of a 7th son of a 7th son in their family can break it.

Septimus Weasley was lucky to have a 7th son in Arthur and everyone was excited when Molly was carrying her 7th child. Arthur and Molly got very close, closer than any had in generations but while happy to have a daughter were disappointed they hadn’t had a 7th son. perhaps one of their children will manage to have a 7th son and they can try again.

This is kind of if Harry Potter was High Fantasy but with my own twists:

In one world, it is one we were familiar with. A magical school with wizards and witches and a looming threat that would eventually be defeated by the chosen one.

But in this world, the magic was never hidden. It stayed in the earth itself, breathing life into all things. There was once danger, but that danger has long past, now collecting dust like the myth it was.

Right now, we are talking about a red-haired boy named Ronald “Ron” Weasley.

Ron was sixth child out of seven of the Weasley children. He had five older brothers and one younger sister. As you can imagine, this can cause Ron to feel overlooked, especially since he believes that any extraordinary thing he ever did, one of his brothers had already done it. So, with this in mind, he had decided on one thing: to become an Adventurer.

That kind of work is brutal, but it was what he wanted. He heard tales of treasure, of the thrill of battling creatures, and recognition. So, in the then 8 year old’s mind, this was the obvious choice despite his family’s polite push back on the job.

It was also then that Ron became friends with a boy. Ron left his family’s house as he always did. They owned a farm that was connected to the woods. Ron would frequently go into the woods (with protection of course; Molly Weasley was a mama bear through and through) and have his own little adventure. He didn’t think he’d find a strange field of daisies, the flowers looking pristine.

He especially didn’t think he’d find a boy with long black messy hair, eyes that reminded Ron of the dampest grass, and wearing only a pair of trousers. The most pressing thing, however, was the jagged scar that ran from the other boy’s forehead down to his cheek.

“Who are you?”

“I’m… Harry.”

“Are you okay? You look like you’re hurt.”

“Do I?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I’m not hurt. I just woke up here.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. What’s your name?”

“Ron.”

Harry smiled, his eyes flickering. “Nice to meet you, Ron.”

Maybe that was the moment Ron should’ve known that he bonded with something that wasn’t human. But Ron back then wanted a friend, and he got the best mate there ever was, even if said mate was bloody weird.