I love Harry Potter, but more than that, I love the magical world in which Harry Potter is set. A small portion of the British population is magical and they live in an entirely different world to the rest of us muggles. They go to school in a castle, they can talk to paintings, they have pets that may or may not blow themselves up. I wish I could be a part of this world. I want to study Transfiguration and Ancient Runes, know what the weather’s like before going outside and narrowly avoid being engulfed by a Snargaluff Stump. All in a day of learning at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
What I like most about this magical world though is the career opportunities once you leave school – you could become an Auror for the Department of Magical law Enforcement, own a magical menagerie or become a sanctioned Master in potions or charms. Somehow these all sound far more exciting than being a Police Officer, owning a zoo or getting your Masters Degree. That seems to be the nature of magic, mundane things become new and exciting.
I personally love the idea of being a Curse Breaker for Gringotts like Bill Weasley. Visiting ancient tombs and crypts, disabling the traps and curses of long-dead wizards and escaping with the treasure. I imagine it’s like a better-paid version of being an Archaeologist. You’d learn all about ancient wizarding societies and use vast amounts of logic and guts. You’d never know what could happen on a job.
Imagine being part of a small troupe of wizards and witches sent forth from Gringotts with just a map. You set up camp about a mile from the crypt you mean to explore, the night’s dark but the fire and stars are bright. You all sit around the fire laughing and planning, eating the dripping meat from the spit over the flames. This is your work family. Everyone knows each other’s strengths and weaknesses, you have to in a job this dangerous. You’re their main Curse Breaker, quick with a wand and faster with your brain. Everyone with you is essential to the team: Curse Breakers, Magiarchaeologists, Shielders, Linguists and a Healer. You get to be a part of this seamless unit.
You’re all up before dawn the next morning, it wouldn’t do to have the muggles catch you sneaking into some long-forgotten crypt. Mounting your broom you can’t help but wonder what challenges the crypt will offer up; a few teams have tried to crack this one before but all they accomplished were injuries. You’re a little scared but more excited than anything.
The entrance is a small recess in a crumbling cliff side; covered in vines, you all nearly fly straight past it. The recess is a good twenty feet from the floor so you all have to dismount one at a time and squeeze through the entrance. A small chamber has been carved from the rock but it’s big enough for all nine of you. Already you can feel the presence of powerful and foreign magic. It fills the air around you and is thickest at the far wall. You whisper a detection charm and the wall briefly glows a vibrant red. Blood Magic. Rather than have someone cut themselves, the Healer produces a vile of blood from her bag and uses her wand to carefully siphon the blood from the vile and banish it towards the wall. There’s a brief green glow and the wall slowly sinks into the floor beneath in it. You send a ball of light into the room beyond and a vast cavern reveals itself.
Now for the hard part ….