Even better is that’s Ian Brown. #realrockstar
Look, I made a gif of this most awesome wizard at the Leaky Cauldron!
DUDE IS READING ‘A BRIEF HISTORY OF TIME’ BY STEPHEN HAWKING
I NEVER REALIZED
are you serious
I always assumed wizards just ignored science, because the fact that “magic” exists, can explain anything. But there are MuggleBorn wizards, ones who, until they were eleven, lived in the real world and learned science and things. Did they all just abandon that normal, muggle knowledge, like Harry did? It’s always been there, itching in the back of my mind.
FOUR FOR YOU SCIENCE WIZARD
YOU GO SCIENCE WIZARD
can we point out that he’s doing wandless magic too
like voldemort couldnt even do that shit
molly fuckin weasley couldnt fuckin do that
who are you
Quick, somebody write a book series about the adventures of Magic Prodigy Science Wizard!!!
PLEASE SOMEONE JUST DO IT
1. YES SOMEONE WRITE ABOUT SCIENCE WIZARD
2. People have talked about muggle-born wizards who might retain interest in science… but it would be fascinating if this dude was born into a wizarding family. Who picked up science just because. Maybe he once talked to a muggle-born friend about science and then started reading science books and became fascinated. Hawking, Sagan, etc. And started applying science to magic. MAYBE THAT’S WHY HE CAN DO WANDLESS MAGIC, BECAUSE HE UNDERSTANDS THE UNIVERSE FROM BOTH A SCIENTIFIC AND MAGICAL PERSPECTIVE AND CAN THUS MANIPULATE PHYSICS BETTER.
3. OH MAN SCIENCE WIZARD IS GETTING ME INTERESTED IN HARRY POTTER AGAIN
Either that or science books are to them what fantasy books are to us
Morris Appleby was a man of simple tastes and pleasures. He enjoyed his tea with a little bit of milk and sugar, and he enjoyed a good book now and then. He had grown up in an intellectual home. His father was a doctor, and his mother was a mathematician. The love of science was in his blood, in his genetic code. And even after being thrust into the world of magic and his views and abilities began to change, he could not shake the science from his mind. He often found himself wondering how exactly magic worked—how it wasn’t the explanation, but something that needed to be explained. What gave a word power? Why were wands a necessity? Why could some people perform magic, while others could not? What made broomsticks fly?
As he sat at his table and the world darkened around him, he flipped open his most recent obsession: “A Brief History of Time” by Stephen Hawking. It was a little bit worn, with the pages dog-eared and the cover starting to bend and peel at the edges, but he loved it. He had read through it once already, but as he did with all of his books, he was reading through it again to absorb any information he had missed.
As he held the text up, his eye landed on a figure at a table just ahead of him. He grimaced. Christopher Tibbs sat across the aisle. He hadn’t changed much since their time in school. He still had the same unruly mop of brown hair and the same permanent smirk of amusement glued to his lips. He had the same malicious glint in his eye that most Slytherins bore, and even as he stood, Morris felt his insides give an unhappy twist. He did not wish to hash out old arguments with his old enemy. He simply wished to read in peace.
“I see you haven’t changed much,” Tibbs began, taking the seat across from him. “Still reading the same useless Muggle trash. What’s it on this time? Why dogs bark, why the sky is blue?”
“If you read the title, you’d know that it’s about—-“
Tibbs waved him off. “Yes, yes, whatever. I really don’t care what you Mudbloods read. It’s not as if Muggle books are of any use.”
Morris scowled. “Why do you think so little of them? They are people—they may not be able to do magic, but they succeed in ways we could not hope to achieve with magic.”
“Nonsense!” Tibbs scoffed. “Magic is everything! Magic is power!”
“No,” he challenged. “Knowledge is power, Christopher. Knowledge is everything! We wield magic like a sword, almost without thinking. Anything we do with magic comes naturally. But Muggles…. Muggles have had to work for everything! They’ve had to engineer massive machines to perform simple tasks, all using their own ingenuity! They use mathematics and science to create tools for themselves, forms of entertainment, even some of the food they eat. They don’t only know that their world works, they know the why and how of it because they built it. They have knowledge, Tibbs. They have an understanding of the world that we don’t have.”
The other man rolled his eyes. “And what good does that do us? Their world is not our world.”
“Oh, but it is. The way this earth and science works does not change simply because we have the ability to bend the rules.” He sipped his tea and frowned. “Hm. Needs more sugar. Anyway, as I was saying, if we were to understand science and the way the world works as a whole, our magic would become all the more powerful.”
He could already see Tibbs’s eyes start to gloss over as he asked in bored tones, “Oh? How so?”
Morris shrugged, lifting a spoonful of sugar from its bowl with a flick of his finger and dumping it smoothly into his cup. “Honestly, I don’t really know,” he said, trying to keep the humor from his voice as Tibbs’s eyes bulged in their sockets. “Perhaps we can do things we never thought possible, or extremely difficult things—such as, I don’t know, wandless magic?—will become easier to manage. But really,” he continued as he absentmindedly stirred in the sugar without touching his spoon, “this is all conjecture. I haven’t a clue if my theory is actually true.”
The former Slytherin stood up, his face screwed up in rage. “You’re a damned freak!”
Morris quirked an eyebrow. “Why don’t you step out into the streets of London and perform magic in front of everyone? I wonder what all of the Muggles will call you.”
Tibbs was taken aback for the briefest of moments before giving the old Ravenclaw a sneer and muttering something about “pretentious Mudbloods”. He then turned on his heel and stormed out, the heels of his boots clicking on the pavement.
Finally, Morris thought. Still stirring the tea with his right hand, he lifted up the book with his left. Where was I? Ah, yes… “The universe doesn’t allow perfection….”