hmm? what’s that? oh, you don’t like my seeds? *evolves into a fruit that bears no seeds but is now a monoculture that is especially susceptible to pests and disease* how about that idiot
one of my favorite lotr facts is that gondorians speak sindarin as a first language and yet when faramir was talking to frodo and sam about cirith ungol he was like “we don’t know what’s in there.” like faramir. cirith ungol is sindarin for “pass of the spider.” do the math
For a while now I’ve chosen to believe that JKR has approximately the understanding of wizarding history and international politics that the average British witch of her age would.
I.E. she slept through Binns’ class and barely scraped a passing grade, and maybe has some idea of what’s going on in western Europe but is relying entirely on hearsay, rumor, and propaganda for her understanding of even modern day wizarding societies in Asia, Africa, and the Americas, let alone the magical history of those regions.
One day, you get a knock on your door. When you open it, you see the protagonist from your favorite book standing there, wide-eyed. “I know you won’t believe me,” they say, “but you’re the main character of my favorite book. I know how it ends and I’m here to change it.”
“Oh thank god, my life is really spiraling out of control lately” you say, relieved
Harry Potter pulls out a handgun “I think you misunderstand the point of this visit”