Ladies and gentlemen! What an extraordinary moment this is! The perfect moment for me to make a little announcement I’ve been sitting on for some time … I have great pleasure and pride in announcing that today marks the hundredth Harry Potter Sims 3 character added to the blog.
“You’ve got my vote for Minister of Magic if we ever get out of this mess.”
The three Ministers for Magic who took on the weighty job of leading the magical society through the Second Wizarding War, with varying degress of success.
~ “I was a fool! I was an idiot, I was a pompous prat, I was a – a -”
~ “Ministry-loving, family-disowning, power-hungry moron.”
~ “Yes, I was!”
After leaving Hogwarts, Percy’s ambition blinded him to some of the failings of his Ministry bosses – such as spreading fake news, blatant propaganda campaigns or, say, being controlled by Voldemort. You know, just the slight oversights that anybody could make when they’re new to the job.
“Guilty conscience, eh?”
Filch is the embittered, unlovely, cantankerous old Hogwarts caretaker. Along with his beloved Mrs Norris, Filch patrols the school corridors looking for rule-breakers. Filch is a squib and deeply resents Hogwarts students for their magical abilities. In his downtime, Filch’s hobbies include oiling old torture instruments, writing lists of banned items and plotting the expulsion of Peeves.
The most exciting thing that ever happened in Binns’ classes was his entering the room through the blackboard.
Professor Binns teaches History of Magic, which in his hands becomes the most boring subject ever devised by wizardkind. He is unable to remember the names of any of his students, and renders even the most dramatic episodes of wizarding history desperately dull. Binns is, at least, very dedicated to his post – even his own death didn’t prevent him from teaching.
“No one wants to upset me! That’s a good one! My life was nothing but misery at this place and now people come along ruining my death!”
Moaning Myrtle haunts the girls’ toilets on the first floor, howling and wailing and being generally melodramatic. After her sudden and mysterious death, she chose to use her after-life to haunt anyone who had laughed at her glasses.
“About twenty ghosts had just streamed through the back wall, pearly-white and slightly transparent…”
After a thousand years of magical inhabitation, Hogwarts is the most heavily haunted building in Britain. Among the various has-beens of Hogwarts, there are four ghosts who have the distinction of representing each of the school houses.
“It was either a very big cat or quite a small tiger”
Crookshanks is Hermione’s highly intelligent, bandy-legged, gnome-chasing cat. Crookshanks is actually part-Kneazle, and as Sirius notes he’s therefore the most intelligent of his kind you’re ever likely to meet. Crookshanks is highly handy to have around for tackling anything from undercover animagi to violent flora.
“Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin, from fen”
The renowned founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Over a thousand years ago, Rowena Ravenclaw dreamt of following a warted hog to a mountainside loch. The rest as they say, is history…
“Did you really blow up your aunt, Harry?”
“Aunt” Marge is Uncle Vernon’s sister. She breeds evil-tempered, smelly bulldogs, harbours a secret flame for her neighbour Colonel Fubster and is a firm fan of corporal punishment. Marge works hard to make Harry’s life a misery… which will prove to be a big mistake on her part.
“Cool name, but you’ll always be Ickle Diddykins to me.”
With some hard dieting and a talent for punching people, Dudders has grown up to become the junior heavyweight inter-school boxing champ of the South East, and the terror of Little Whinging.
“Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.”
Harry’s Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and their baby angel, Dudley. The Dursleys are the biggest bunch of muggles you’ll ever lay eyes on, and want nothing more than to live in bland suburban normality at Number 4, Privet Drive. Unfortunately for them, their good-for-nothing nephew keeps crashing flying cars, inflating aunts and bringing in house elves. What will the neighbours think?