[HPforGrownups] Re: Portkey in GOF - Logistics

[Kemper]

No: HPFGUIDX 149611

  bboyminn:
>
> Other have already covered the subject nicely, but I'll add another
> point. Think about it from a practical perspective. To say, 'make some
> other object a Portkey' sounds easy, but think it through from
> beginning to end.
>
> Regardless of the object the Fake!Moody enchants, there is a good
> chance that some one other than Harry will pick it up. For example,
> people most often suggest Harry's toothbrush, but the phrase 'Ron,
> hand me my toothbruch' pretty much shoot that one down.
>
> Then Amiable Dorsai proposed:
> I've said it before, I'll say it again: I think this is the single
> most important factor in LV's decision to snatch Harry, not at some
> random time, but when the whole Wizarding World is watching.  Think
> about it: what turns little Tommy Riddle, nasty thug--a powerful
> thug, yes, but still, just a thug-- into *Lord Voldemort*, a being so
> frightening that, even years after his supposed death, powerful
> witches and wizards are afraid to say his name?
>
> Theater.
>
> -snip-
> Theater.
>
> -snip-
> Theater.
>
> -snip-
> Theater
>
>
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Kemper now:
While Amiable D offers a good reason, I don't see Voldemort as attention
seeking.  What evidence we've seen is Tom and Voldemort as secretive.
Voldemort didn't leave his business card at Madam Bones residence as proof
he was the killer.  He shows up at the DoM not to battle.  He's there for
the desire to learn the prophecy as soon as possible: you'd think he'd learn
patience after 13 years of being less than spirit, less then the meanest
ghost.

However, Steve, I believe that Moody could've successfully gotton Harry to
grasp a portkey.  It goes something like this.

Harry knocked on Moody's office door.
"Come in, Potter. Oh... and can you bring be that book over there, no not
that one, the one that's called 'Moste Potente Potions'. Yes.  That's the
one. I sometimes brew up a little something-something from that book."
Harry grabs the book.  Instantly, Harry felt a jerk somewhere behind his
navel.  His feet had left the ground.  He could not unclench the hand
holding the potions book.  It was was pulling him onward in a howl of wind
and swirling color.

-Kemper


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