The title sounds right, with the weighty ring to it—though I was in a state of confusion before I started the book. Somewhere at the back of my mind was the matter of a play—was that what all the fuss was about? When the book landed in my hands, it had a different look to it, pale ochre with a gold edge that talked about a special rehearsal edition and, though J.K. Rowling was the main author, there were two sub-authors—or should I say playwrights? After all that midnight bookstorming, I was foxed. This was not what I expected, where were the multi-coloured bands, the quirky illustration? But then, I settled down to the fact that this was the rehearsal script for a play that will be put on at the West End, to be followed by the proper script.