Since I cannot go to London and see the play, the play has to come to me – and it did.
Harry Potter and the Cursed Child is described as Harry Potter book #8, but I rather see it as a standalone book far away from the other 7 books because it is so different.
The story focuses on Albus Potter and Scorpius Malfoy, the children of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.
To sum up the story: two outcasts become friends and have to go through some adventures together. Okay, that sounds interesting.
However, the problem is that well-known characters act so differently that I sometimes don’t recognise them but for their name. And this has nothing to do with growing up and being mature. Ron, for example, is just a sidekick, a comic relief that isn’t even funny. Harry says unforgivable things to his son and a character (I won’t say who) appears who is so cheesy and different that I had to stop for a moment wondering how this can be possible. (HOW? And what was that with the trolley lady? Really?)
In the end, I have to admit that I had my laughs. The script is funny to read and Scorpius is a really sweet character, but a lot of things weren’t really thought through and Rowling’s magical world couldn’t shine as much as in the past books