Anyone else?

“You’re a wizard, Harry,” Hagrid said. “And you’re coming to Hogwarts.”

“What’s Hogwarts?” Harry asked.

“It’s wizard school.”

“It’s not a public school, is it?”

“No, it’s privately run.”

“Good. Then I accept. Children are not the property of the state; everyone who wishes to do so has the right to offer educational goods or services at a fair market rate. Let us leave at once.”

“Malfoy bought the whole team brand-new Nimbus Cleansweeps!” Ron said, like a poor person. “That’s not fair!”

“Everything that is possible is fair,” Harry reminded him gently. “If he is able to purchase better equipment, that is his right as an individual. How is Draco’s superior purchasing ability qualitatively different from my superior Snitch-catching ability?”

“I guess it isn’t,” Ron said crossly.

Harry laughed, cool and remote, like if a mountain were to laugh. “Someday you’ll understand, Ron.”

Professor Snape stood at the front of the room, his beak-like nose protruding over the silent classroom. “There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don’t expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few who possess, the predisposition…I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death.”

Harry’s hand shot up.

“What is it, Potter?” Snape asked, irritated.

“What’s the value of these potions on the open market?”

“What?”

“Why are you teaching children how to make these valuable products for ourselves at a schoolteacher’s salary instead of creating products to meet modern demand?”

“You impertinent boy–“

“Conversely, what’s to stop me from selling these potions myself after you teach us how to master them?”

“I–“

“This is really more of a question for the Economics of Potion-Making, I guess. What time are econ lessons here?”

“We have no economics lessons in this school, you ridiculous boy.”

Harry Potter stood up bravely. “We do now. Come with me if you want to learn about market forces!”

The students poured into the hallway after him. They had a leader at last. Dumbledore's army of economic analysts had been founded.

Harry and Ron stood before the Mirror of Erised. “My God,” Ron said. “Harry, it’s your dead parents.”

Harry’s eyes flicked momentarily over to the mirror. “So it is. This information is neither useful nor productive. Let us leave at once, to assist Hagrid in his noble enterprise of raising as many dragon eggs as he sees fit, in spite of our country’s unjust dragon-trading restrictions.”

“But it’s your parents, Harry,” Ron said. Ron never really got it.

Harry sighed. “The fundamental standard for all relationships is the trader principle, Ron.”

“I don’t understand,” Ron said.

“Of course you don’t,” said Harry affectionately. “This principle holds that we should interact with people on the basis of the values we can trade with them – values of all sorts, including common interests in art, sports or music, similar philosophical outlooks, political beliefs, sense of life, and more. Dead people have no value according to the trader principle.”

“But they gave birth to y–“

“I made myself, Ron,” Harry said firmly.

“Give me your wand, boy,” Voldemort hissed.

“I cannot do that. This wand represents my wealth, which is itself a tangible result of my achievements. Wealth is the product of man’s capacity to think,” Harry said bravely.

Voldemort gasped.

“There is a level of cowardice lower than that of the conformist: the fashionable non-conformist.”

Voldemort began to melt. Harry lit a cigarette, because he was the master of fire.

“The smallest minority on earth is the individual. Those who deny individual rights cannot claim to be defenders of minorities. The minimum wage is a tax on the successful. The market will naturally dictate the minimum wage without the government stepping in to determine arbitrary limits.”

Voldemort howled.

“I’m going to sell copies of my wand at an enormous markup,” Harry said, “and you can buy one like everyone else.”

Voldemort had been defeated.

“He hated us for our freedom,” Ron said.

“No, Ron,” Harry said. “He hated us for our free markets.”

Hermione ached with desire for the both of them to master her, but nobody paid her any attention.

"Girls are a waste of time Ron" explained Harry. "Young men spend time chasing them that they could spend on self improvement instead. At least that's what Jordan Peterson says . And Jordan knows everything. By the time I've read a self improvement book and listened to the Joe Rogan podcast, brief manual stimulation to a selection of pornographic videos is the only intimacy I require."

"But Harry... I'm so lonely.. all of the time.. and I think it's driving me mad.."

"Life is mad Ron. True sanity can only be found in the pursuit of nature. And whilst primitively mankind's biological needs are to reproduce and survive, mankind has evolved. Poverty is our only predator, wealth our one sanctity from the forlorn rags of growing old."

"I dunno Harry.. I think I'd feel a lot better about life if I was shagging Hermione"

"Trust me, Ron, when your expansive knowledge of financial markets lands you a top internship at Gringotts the girls will be forming a queue. Forget Hermione, forget all of the girls at this school. As apex predators we will be able to mate with partners of our choosing. "

They stood in silence now on the top of the astronomy tower. A soft breeze rustled the autumn leaves on the ground below and scattered them silently over the Great Lake. The giant squid swam near the shore, intermittently breaking the surface of the water with a strong crash before returning to the depths below. Ron looked out over the long, long skies of Hogwarts and dreamt of love and romance and the soft touch of woman. He had learned that a man can only be an economist for so long before he longs to be a man again and for music and dancing and girls. Harry began to explain how using game theory he had decided that the Patel twins would make the optimal dates to the Yule Ball and Ron sighed silently. But Harry needed him. His parents were both dead and he'd be all on his own otherwise. And so, in the gryffindor boys dormitory, when the sun goes down at Hogwarts and the immense castle becomes black and silent except for a flicker of a candle and a shadow on a wall, Ron Weasley dreams of Hermione Grainger.

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*exasperated sigh*

Don't worry coronavrius will only come to Durham if it doesn't get into Oxford or Cambridge.

After seeing Palatinate’s article that we’re not all oxbridge rejects i wanted to my own research:

😢if you applied to oxbridge and got rejected straight away
👍got rejected after the interview
❤️Did not even apply
😮Got in but decided to come to Durham instead

Improvise. Adapt. Overcome.

We will miss you, Badger. Rest In Peace and enjoy the sunshine 😢☀️

Ok Durham time to settle a debate
👍 for Lord of the Rings
❤️ For Harry Potter

I've seen everything now.

Top 10 horrible histories songs

10. Boudicca
Not the best, but catchy enough to make the list. Loses points for being the basis of the shitshow that is the horrible histories film.

9. I’m a knight
Simple but effective.

8. Ra Ra Cleopatra
Very informative, tune is just not as catchy as some of the others and the green screen makes my eyes hurt.

7. George IV
Absolute power ballad, under appreciated. BANANA.

6. Dick Turpin
Actually pretty good as a song, but Mathew Braunton pushes this one right up the list. Guy. Liner.

5. Literally
So good!!! Makes me want to grab a stick and start hitting shit.

4. Do the pachacuti.
Our boy MB against smashes it. Why do I fancy him so much??

3. The monarch’s song
I still can’t quite do all the lyrics, so bitterness has pushed it through to number 3. Very catchy and I appreciate the continuity of the monarchs being played by the same people as usually do in the sketches.

2. Born 2 rule
This is becoming a list of reasons why Mathew Baynton is amazing but I don’t care. The lip bight combined with the insane musical talents of Jim Howick.

1. Charles II
Does this really need an explanation? Fan favourite, everyone knows it.

Special mention - the stupid deaths theme song. Catchy as fuck.

Walking around Durham right now is the most surreal thing I’ve experienced whilst being at university.
I saw about four people on their daily walks, but for once it was the birds who were the overwhelming voices along Saddler and Bailey.
The sky is clear and fresh without the smell of alcohol or cheap rollies, no chaps talking about their girls and no girls talking about their gap yahs.
The main streets are clean and without the liabilities of the night out being carried to Klute and Jimmies by their pals, the shit tunes being blasted out of their doors.
We all miss it and for finalists especially this abrupt end just doesn’t feel right.
But Durham will always be here, it is stunningly beautiful and we will always be able to visit it when it is next safe to do so.
There will have been plenty of times when you have walked around here that you have thought about giving it up, or that it wasn’t worth it, or you are bored, or that you are just sick of that famous “Durham bubble” that everyone gets once in a while.
But for however long it may be, I bet you’re all going to miss it.
The colleges, the sports, the people and perhaps even studying your degree now and again.
This is, and always will be, our Durham 💜

All my exams are cancelled and the uni won't be paying us back anytime soon, so I'm clawing back my hard-earned cash the only way I know how... By taking £9000-worth of yoghurt from the dining hall. I urge you to join me in my quest, I've calculated that the vice-chancellor's £250,000 annual salary is the equivalent of roughly 4 million yoghurts. Vive la revolution!

Durham students be like...

Like for Harry Potter, heart react for Lord of the Rings... let’s settle the debate once and for all

Petition to make the Lumiere t lighting permanent. Would make this area so much safer (plus its pretty)

Let's settle this debate once and for all
👍 Cats
❤️ Dogs

Whatever I was expecting from uni, two strikes and a pandemic was not it.

Honestly, it’s just not very cash money at all.