Eliezer Yudkowsky

Sonow the people who end up siding with what Salazar once believed, are either people who grew up in very closed pureblood environments like you, or people who are so pathetic themselves that they're desperate for someone to feel superior to, people who love to hate."

The pacing of the story is that of serial fiction, i.e., that of a TV show running for a predetermined number of seasons, whose episodes are individually plotted but with an overall arc building to a final conclusion.

All science mentioned is real science. But please keep in mind that, beyond the realm of science, the views of the characters may not be those of the author. Not everything the protagonist does is a lesson in wisdom

and advice offered by darker characters may be untrustworthy or dangerously double

This is the living-room of the house occupied by the eminent Professor Michael Verres-Evans, and his wife, Mrs. Petunia Evans-Verres, and their adopted son, Harry James Potter-Evans-Verres.

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owns Harry Potter, and no one owns the methods of rationality.
This fic is widely considered to have really hit its stride starting at around Chapter 5. If you still don't like it after Chapter 10, give up.
Please visit HPMOR DOT COM for:
* Easy email notification system, RSS feed, and Twitter feed for new chapters;
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* Ad-free mirror of the text;
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* Fan art in vast quantities;
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* Links to TV Tropes page and discussion forum;
* Trigger warnings page (warnings about

" The voice caught, and came back quieter. "And then you can go, I suppose. Only tell me - why -"
Maybe she shouldn't've answered; maybe she should've just turned and fled, or better yet, cast a Prismatic Wall first and then screamed at the top of her lungs as she ran; but it was the note of real pain in the voice that caught her, and so she answered.
"Because you look incredibly dark and scary and suspicious," Hermione said, keeping her voice polite, as her wand stayed level on the towering black cloak and the faceless black mist.
"That's all?" whispered the voice incredulously

. All fair things does it desire to destroy."

"You're joking," Michael said to Petunia

they could always guess what you were thinking, that's called cold reading -"