Eliezer yes-that-guy Yudkowsky wrote a whole-ass HP novel, and it is everything you would expect. Good, bad, and ugly. But the good have some genuinely clever details. Voldemort can fly because he went to a shop that makes flying brooms and had his fucking bones enchanted. He gets lifted into midair, from the inside, and it’s not pleasant. But it’s the sort of flex that a supremacist asshole thinks demonstrates the innate superiority of his entire ingroup… while really only showing that he, individually, had a cool idea, and then killed the guy he hired to do the actual work.
Both points are undercut by the fact his new body also flies. He’s got half a broom strapped to either leg. A+ problem solving, C- to all the other wizards for never trying that.
Eliezer yes-that-guy Yudkowsky wrote a whole-ass HP novel, and it is everything you would expect. Good, bad, and ugly. But the good have some genuinely clever details. Voldemort can fly because he went to a shop that makes flying brooms and had his fucking bones enchanted. He gets lifted into midair, from the inside, and it’s not pleasant. But it’s the sort of flex that a supremacist asshole thinks demonstrates the innate superiority of his entire ingroup… while really only showing that he, individually, had a cool idea, and then killed the guy he hired to do the actual work.
Both points are undercut by the fact his new body also flies. He’s got half a broom strapped to either leg. A+ problem solving, C- to all the other wizards for never trying that.