Nonetheless, Harry had fucking zero character development outside of being a glorified plot device to spoon-feed us Voldemort’s backstory. I was banking on at least another trilogy with Radcliffe—grown-up Harry, an Auror, finally on an adventure that isn’t handed to him by “fate” but by his own damn drive to hunt down some new threat. Give me a necromancer, a demon, gods, whatever. There’s endless kino just waiting to be made. But no, Rowling handed the franchise over to some nerd to churn out the The Cursed Child, which ended up being time-travel fanfiction that barely even features Harry. Real producers would’ve done it right, probably with Columbus back in directors chair.