The world of Harry Potter is one of the most beloved franchises across several generations. The seven books covering the captivating story of young wizards, in total, sold more than 450 million copies, and the movies grossed more than $7 billion. A part of such great success has been the detailed work of all people involved which we, as fans, can admire infinitely.
We at Now I’ve Seen Everything wanted to dive deep into this magical universe and brought you our curious finds.
1. One might think that Aunt Petunia is cooking in this scene. But she is actually dyeing Dudley’s old clothes grey for Harry’s uniform. This is only ever mentioned in the first book.
2. Number 7 on Harry’s Quidditch uniform
- Actually, the number 7 is a symbolic number in the world of JK Rowling. Moreover, Lord Voldemort has 7 Horcruxes and the last one, as we know, was Harry, which is quite symbolic too. However, the costume designer noted that the choice of this number for the Quidditch uniform is a reference to David Beckham, who played under this number a while back.
3. In the third movie, when Hermione appeared in class out of nowhere, we can actually see her time turner around her neck, which she hides in the next shot.
4. The scarves of Hermione, Ron, and Harry
- The costume designers decided to hint at the character of each person with the help of tiny detail — a scarf. If you’re paying attention, you know that each character ties it in their own way. Hermione tightens it as neatly as possible, according to the rules. Harry throws the end of the scarf over his shoulder. Ron doesn’t tie this accessory at all.
5. Although it may have gone unnoticed amidst all the chaos, in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1 we get to see a reunion between Hermione and Viktor Krum.
6. As the story progresses and Harry and his friends begin to destroy the Horcruxes, you can see how Voldemort’s clothes become discolored, his eyes droop, and small lesions appear on his skin as a sign that he is getting weaker.
7. The changing costumes of Dolores Umbridge
- In the image of Dolores, it was important to outline that she has power. We see that she, like many other powerful people, is rather conservative. For example, she wears the same hairdo and sticks to the same colors. Umbridge adores the color pink but its hues change as the plot develops.
- The costume designer commented on it in the following way, “I started with a lighter pink, and then as the film developed the pinks get hotter and hotter and hotter because she’s getting more and more hysterical.”
8. Harry’s scar
In the final shot of the film, Harry’s scar is noticeably faded and barely visible. It’s the reference to the last line of the novel series, “The scar had not pained Harry for 19 years. All was well.”
9. Ralph Fiennes (Lord Voldemort) asked for a hook to be added to Voldemort’s wand so that he could move more fluidly and “snake-like” without the wand falling from his hand.
10. In the last movie, Lucius Malfoy is seen sporting a new tattoo on his neck. This is the prisoner number he was given when he entered Azkaban.
11. Gilderoy Lockhart’s wig
- In Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, attentive viewers can notice that the professor of Defence against the Dark Arts, has a wig lying on his table. As we will later learn, Lockhart is a liar, who was cheating everyone and hadn’t done any feats. That is, he lies about everything and even his golden curls are fake.
12. Professor McGonagall has a secret talent.
- The Quidditch trophy from Harry Potter and the Sorcerers’ Stone not only features James Potter, Harry’s father but Professor McGonagall as well. Who would have guessed she was such a great player.
13. Hermione’s valuables.
- When Lockhart unleashes the pixies, Hermione immediately throws her books to the ground while no one else does because she knows the pixies will rip anything in plain sight apart.
14. Severus Snape and Gryffindor’s scarf
- Severus Snape is one of the most controversial characters. It’s not without reason that we see a striped scarf from Gryffindor hanging on the wall in the scene where he is killed. Perhaps he personifies the true inclination of Severus, and in due time he should have gone to Gryffindor, not to Slytherin.
- In the book, Dumbledore once says the following phrase relating to the distribution of students by faculty, “Sometimes I believe we sort too soon.” Perhaps, the professor was right. Perhaps, the scarf hanging in the closet is saying that people can change for the better.
15. As strange as it may seem, in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, a portrait of Voldemort can be seen on the side of the staircase.
What details in Harry Potter did you manage to notice only after re-watching or re-reading each one?
Preview photo credit Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets / Warner Bros. Pictures, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1 / Warner Bros. Pictures
After My Divorce, I Was Bullied by My Ex-husband’s Family – They Were Taught a Harsh Lesson by a Person I Didn’t Expect
Teresa thought she had it all with Shawn, her high school sweetheart turned husband. But as his ambition faded, so did their marriage. Following a bitter divorce, Shawn’s family turned vicious. Just when Teresa thought she couldn’t take any more, an unexpected ally stepped in, demanding justice.
If you had told me in high school that my life would turn into a melodramatic soap opera, I would have laughed in your face. But here I am, sharing my story because sometimes you just have to let it out.
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It all started when I fell for Shawn, the star athlete of our high school. Picture this: he was everything you could want in a guy. Tall, charming, with a smile that could light up a room.
He had big dreams and this incredible zest for life. I was hooked from the moment I saw him, and somehow, he fell for me too. We were that couple everyone envied—young, in love, and full of plans for an adventurous future.
Our marriage was straight out of a romance novel at first.
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We traveled as far as our meagre salaries allowed, took risks, and built a home filled with love and mutual respect.
We would lie on the roof of our first tiny apartment, watching the stars, dreaming about the places we’d go and the things we’d achieve. Those were the days when life felt like an endless summer.
But then things changed. Shawn changed.
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It wasn’t overnight—it was a slow, creeping transformation. He landed a job at a local factory, and I could see the light in his eyes dimming day by day.
Our evenings, once filled with planning our next adventure, turned into him zoning out in front of the TV after his shifts.
“Shawn, we need to talk about our plans,” I said one night, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice.
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“Later, Teresa,” he mumbled, not even looking away from the screen. “I’m just so tired.”
“Later” never came. The dreams we shared seemed to evaporate into the air like smoke. I felt trapped in a life that wasn’t mine. I voiced my discontent repeatedly, but Shawn just kept promising he’d change.
He never did.
Our conversations turned into arguments, the resentment building up like a dam about to burst. One evening, after yet another fight about his lack of ambition, I realized something had to give.
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“I can’t do this anymore, Shawn,” I said, my voice trembling. “I’m filing for divorce.”
His eyes finally met mine, a mix of shock and sadness. “You don’t mean that, Teresa.”
But I did. I packed my bags and moved out the next day.
Walking away from my marriage was heartbreaking, but the divorce went through with minimal animosity. At least, at first. That changed once his family got involved. They quickly turned my life into a nightmare.
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They were relentless. Shawn’s mother, Diane, spearheaded the harassment campaign with a ferocity I never thought possible.
It started with whispers in our small town, vicious rumors about me cheating on Shawn, and accusations of infidelity that spread like wildfire. I could feel the eyes of our neighbors on me, judging, condemning.
My reputation was dragged through the mud, and it hurt more than I could have imagined.
Then, the vandalism began.
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I woke up one morning to find my car keyed from the hood to the trunk. Someone had etched a selection of unrepeatable cuss words into the paint alongside the jagged scratches. It was a message meant to shame me, and it worked.
I felt a sick knot in my stomach every time I looked at it. But the harassment didn’t stop there.
One day, I came home to find my front door covered in graffiti—ugly, hateful words that made my stomach churn.
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The worst came at work. Diane’s brother, a burly man with a temper, showed up at my job and started a scene. He accused me loudly of ruining Shawn’s life, and when I tried to defend myself, he knocked over a display, creating chaos.
The management, tired of the drama, fired me on the spot. Just like that, I lost my livelihood.
I felt so alone, isolated from the friends who believed the lies Shawn’s family spread about me. My confidence was shattered, and I spiraled into a dark place.
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Each day was a struggle to get out of bed, to face the world that seemed to have turned against me. My dreams of a fresh start felt like a distant memory, almost unreachable amidst the constant siege of cruelty.
Despite everything, I clung to the hope of starting anew. I had to believe that there was light at the end of this tunnel, that I could rebuild my life even after it had been so thoroughly dismantled.
It was the only thing that kept me going, the flicker of hope that I could one day leave the nightmare behind and find peace again.
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One gray afternoon, there was a knock on my door. Not the friendly, soft kind, but a hesitant, almost reluctant rapping.
I opened it to find Shawn, his mother Diane, and his two brothers standing there, looking like they’d been dragged through hell. Their eyes were red, faces streaked with tears. It was a sight I never thought I’d see.
“Teresa, please,” Diane started, her voice trembling. “We’re here to apologize. We’ve been so wrong.”
I stood there, dumbfounded.
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The people who had made my life a living nightmare were now on my doorstep, begging for forgiveness. The shock was palpable. I felt like I was in some twisted dream.
“What is this?” I finally managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. “Why now?”
Shawn stepped forward, his usual cockiness replaced with an expression of genuine remorse. “Teresa, we messed up. Big time. We’ve seen how wrong we were, and we’re truly sorry.”
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“Sorry?” I repeated, incredulous. “After everything you put me through? You think ‘sorry’ is enough?”
Diane started to cry, covering her face with her hands. “We know it’s not enough, but we want to make it right. Please, Teresa, we’ll do anything.”
My mind was racing. I didn’t know if I could trust them. Why the sudden change of heart? But their desperation seemed real, and despite everything, a part of me wanted to believe them.
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I crossed my arms, trying to steady myself. “Why now? Why are you suddenly so sorry?”
“We just… we’ve seen the error of our ways,” Shawn stammered. “We want to make amends.”
I stared at them, my heart pounding. Their vulnerability was disarming, and against my better judgment, I felt my anger start to melt.
“Fine,” I said finally, my voice shaking. “I forgive you. But this doesn’t erase what you’ve done.”
They nodded, tears streaming down their faces, thanking me profusely and promising to rectify the harm they’d caused me.
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I shut the door, feeling a strange mix of relief and suspicion.
Later that evening, my phone rang. The number was unfamiliar, but I answered anyway.
“Teresa, this is John, Shawn’s father.”
“John? What’s going on?”
“I’ve just found out about everything that’s been happening,” he said, his voice stern and steady. “I am furious and ashamed of my family’s behavior. I’ve made it clear to them that if they don’t make things right, they’re out of my house. This is not how I raised them.”
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Suddenly, everything clicked into place. Their desperate apology wasn’t just about guilt—it was about survival. John’s ultimatum had forced their hand.
“I can’t believe this,” I said, sinking into my couch. “So, they were threatened into apologizing?”
“Yes,” John admitted. “But I believe they are genuinely sorry as well. I’ve made arrangements for them to publicly apologize, repair the damage they caused, and compensate you for your job loss. I’ll be overseeing everything personally.”
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For the first time in months, I felt a glimmer of hope. “Thank you, John. This means a lot.”
“It’s the least I can do, Teresa. Respect and honor are everything to me, and what my family did was disgraceful.”
The next few days were surreal.
Shawn and his family followed through on their promises. They publicly apologized, standing in front of our small community and admitting their wrongdoings.
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It was both embarrassing and cathartic to watch.
They repaired my car and even helped me find a new job. Slowly, the weight of the past months began to lift from my shoulders.
At long last, this awful chapter was finally closing. I could move forward without the bitterness that had consumed me.
It wasn’t just about their apology or the restitution—it was about reclaiming my life and my peace. And for the first time in a long while, I felt like I could breathe again.
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