To the Extreme

[Ken Hutchinson]

No: HPFGUIDX 165140

--- In HPforGrownups at yahoogroups.com, "snow15145" <kking0731 at ...> wrote:
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> 
> Snow - who feels Ken and a few others can appreciate how even a far-
> fetched theory can spawn a new avenue of exploration that could 
> actually lead us to a usable puzzle piece ... all theories are 
> important if only for this reason
>

Ken:

Yes, that is the essence of brainstorming. Even in a real world, 
real engineering brainstorming session the rule is that no idea
is discarded or ridiculed, not even physically impossible ones.
Why? Because one idea inspires another, hearing an impossible
suggestion will sometimes inspire someone to see a new 
idea that is possible. On rarer occasions ideas thought to be
impossible turn out to be possible, effective, and rather 
profitable.

This kind of speculation obviously does not appeal to everyone.
Carol should not consider herself a fuddy-duddy if she doesn't
like it. We've done the best we can to call her and the others
to join us. They've all tied themselves to the mast though and 
there is nothing we can do. If the exercise does not amuse you
there *is* no point to it. 

There have been surprises introduced in the plot in the past
however. Having not been here that long I have to wonder if 
any of them were successfully guessed at and how the 
guessors were received before our lady of the blessed canon
put her seal of approval on them? A likely example would be
horcruxes. Did anyone guess it? Not the name of course, but 
with the example of the diary and the Russian tale of the 
magician who hid his soul in some external object did anyone
speculate that this could be why Voldemort survived? With 
a plausible soul container in the diary but one that was obviously
"defused" did anyone go on to guess that there would be more
than one? If anyone managed to pull that off, how did the 
canon police treat her/him before HBP?

Sincerely hoping none of you take this too seriously as its 
all meant to be in good fun,

Ken

PS: I have a dream. In a room are gathered 20 or 30 of my
kindred wacky theorists. The floor is littered with crumpled
paper. The walls are lined with densely packed flip charts 
and white boards. The conference table is stacked with 
pizza boxes. The air is heavy with the smell of coffee and the
electric fizz of Jolt Cola. Someone is idly flicking pencils 
into the ceiling tiles. Slowly it emerges. The answer is that
in the end Harry will ... hey! does anyone else think this is 
an unsual beetle crawling on the window sill?