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Is it time for investors to move beyond the valley when analyzing India?Dev Khare, Partner at Lightspeed agrees. He shares with us an interesting view on two funding models:The Silicon valley model begins with raising millions of dollars & going through huge negative cashflow for years. Hopefully building a great product or maybe even creating a new market. And a few years later, comes out with super fast growth & revenue potential of millions & billions of dollars.Whereas, in the Compounder model companies raise little to no funding in early days. They don't go to negative cash flow, instead growing slowly. Not at 3x ,but at 50% and keep at it for some 10 years building a large company. Thus becoming profitable in a few years following a slow J curve, and raising rounds only to accelerate growth.India has built exceptional companies in the software industry following this model. But, we can all sense that lack of approval for India's enterprise products, which we can confidently say has been achieved in the consumer markets.With 13+ years at Lightspeed, Dev has backed companies like PhysicsWallah, Razorpay, PocketFM, ShareChat, Darwinbox, Portkey.ai, Qure.ai, and Accel Data. Prior to VC, Dev started as a product manager then founded his company Covigo, a developer platform for mobile applications.This episode promises an interesting discussion on building companies in enterprise.0:00- Trailer1:12 - Early days at Lightspeed India8:11 - Learning curve of an Investor11:52 - How OYO fixed supply when Airbnb didn't16:37 - Is organic acquisition now the norm?19:02 - India must rediscover its AI edge20:20 - Compounder v/s silicon valley companies23:26 - Why Freshworks & Zoho chose mature markets?27:40 - Can India create SAAS category leaders?29:18 - Enterprise startups cap at 30%33:07 - How a $3.2B company found its niche37:42 - AI services & AI led services40:37 - Lightspeed's Investment thesis45:34 - Why we have 70% second-time founders?48:18 - Will ITC & Jio acquisitions set a trend?52:37 - Are software IPOs sparse?55:34 - India's enterprise buyer market is small1:04:47 - Missed investments & Lessons1:06:28 - Why is India having a lag effect in AI?1:10:19 - Has India built global enterprise products?-------------Hi, I am your host Siddhartha! I have been an entrepreneur from 2012-2017 building two products AddoDoc and Babygogo. After selling my company to SHEROES, I and my partner Nansi decided to start up again. But we felt unequipped in our skillset in 2018 to build a large company. We had known 0-1 journeys from our startups but lacked the experience of building 1-10 journeys. Hence was born The Neon Show (Earlier 100x Entrepreneur) to learn from founders and investors, the mindset to scale yourself and your company. This quest still keeps us excited even after 5 years and doing 200+ episodes.We welcome you to our journey to understand what goes behind building a super successful company. Every episode is done with a very selfish motive, that I and Nansi should come out as a better entrepreneur and professional after absorbing the learnings.-------------Check us out on:Website: https://neon.fund/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/theneonshoww/LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/beneon/Twitter: https://x.com/TheNeonShowwConnect with Siddhartha on:LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/siddharthaahluwalia/Twitter: https://x.com/siddharthaa7-------------This video is for informational purposes only. The views expressed are those of the individuals quoted and do not constitute professional advice.Send us a text

The free livestreams for AI Engineer Summit are now up! Please hit the bell to help us appease the algo gods. We're also announcing a special Online Track later today.Today's Deep Research episode is our last in our series of AIE Summit preview podcasts - thanks for following along with our OpenAI, Portkey, Pydantic, Bee, and Bret Taylor episodes, and we hope you enjoy the Summit! Catch you on livestream.Everybody's going deep now. Deep Work. Deep Learning. DeepMind. If 2025 is the Year of Agents, then the 2020s are the Decade of Deep.While “LLM-powered Search” is as old as Perplexity and SearchGPT, and open source projects like GPTResearcher and clones like OpenDeepResearch exist, the difference with “Deep Research” products is they are both “agentic” (loosely meaning that an LLM decides the next step in a workflow, usually involving tools) and bundling custom-tuned frontier models (custom tuned o3 and Gemini 1.5 Flash).The reception to OpenAI's Deep Research agent has been nothing short of breathless:"Deep Research is the best public-facing AI product Google has ever released. It's like having a college-educated researcher in your pocket." - Jason Calacanis“I have had [Deep Research] write a number of ten-page papers for me, each of them outstanding. I think of the quality as comparable to having a good PhD-level research assistant, and sending that person away with a task for a week or two, or maybe more. Except Deep Research does the work in five or six minutes.” - Tyler Cowen“Deep Research is one of the best bargains in technology.” - Ben Thompson“my very approximate vibe is that it can do a single-digit percentage of all economically valuable tasks in the world, which is a wild milestone.” - sama“Using Deep Research over the past few weeks has been my own personal AGI moment. It takes 10 mins to generate accurate and thorough competitive and market research (with sources) that previously used to take me at least 3 hours.” - OAI employee“It's like a bazooka for the curious mind” - Dan Shipper“Deep research can be seen as a new interface for the internet, in addition to being an incredible agent… This paradigm will be so powerful that in the future, navigating the internet manually via a browser will be "old-school", like performing arithmetic calculations by hand.” - Jason Wei“One notable characteristic of Deep Research is its extreme patience. I think this is rapidly approaching “superhuman patience”. One realization working on this project was that intelligence and patience go really well together.” - HyungWon“I asked it to write a reference Interaction Calculus evaluator in Haskell. A few exchanges later, it gave me a complete file, including a parser, an evaluator, O(1) interactions and everything. The file compiled, and worked on my test inputs. There are some minor issues, but it is mostly correct. So, in about 30 minutes, o3 performed a job that would take me a day or so.” - Victor Taelin“Can confirm OpenAI Deep Research is quite strong. In a few minutes it did what used to take a dozen hours. The implications to knowledge work is going to be quite profound when you just ask an AI Agent to perform full tasks for you and come back with a finished result.” - Aaron Levie“Deep Research is genuinely useful” - Gary MarcusWith the advent of “Deep Research” agents, we are now routinely asking models to go through 100+ websites and generate in-depth reports on any topic. The Deep Research revolution has hit the AI scene in the last 2 weeks: * Dec 11th: Gemini Deep Research (today's guest!) rolls out with Gemini Advanced* Feb 2nd: OpenAI releases Deep Research* Feb 3rd: a dozen “Open Deep Research” clones launch* Feb 5th: Gemini 2.0 Flash GA* Feb 15th: Perplexity launches Deep Research * Feb 17th: xAI launches Deep SearchIn today's episode, we welcome Aarush Selvan and Mukund Sridhar, the lead PM and tech lead for Gemini Deep Research, the originators of the entire category. We asked detailed questions from inspiration to implementation, why they had to finetune a special model for it instead of using the standard Gemini model, how to run evals for them, and how to think about the distribution of use cases. (We also have an upcoming Gemini 2 episode with our returning first guest Logan Kilpatrick so stay tuned

On Episode 436 we discuss...→ Amusement parks and rollercoasters→ Growing Older in Fandom→ Fashion Choices in the Wizarding World→ What determines what gets splinched?→ Bracing for impact→ Doomed Cedric→ Molly and the twins→ the downsides to travel→ "Tracy, you're a wizard!"Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/alohomora-the-original-harry-potter-book-club--5016402/support.

I don't think, pre-2016, I would've thought about it so much: how much the wizarding world is a metaphor for any group of people that has to live outside of the power structure or parallel to it, or with an eye on it at all times to make sure that they're not catching the attention of the wrong people. -JC For full show notes, transcripts, ways to contact the hosts or support the show, and more, visit hpafter2020.com.

It's time to put Goblet of Fire in the rear-view mirror as we conduct our ceremonial book wrap episode, featuring our 7-Word Chapter Summary redo, 7 Word Book Summary, and more MuggleMail than you can shake a non-plot-holed Portkey at! Join Andrew, Eric, Laura and Micah for this fun-filled episode catching up with all that our listeners have had to say recently. Next week we will be hosting an Order of the Phoenix movie watch commentary and on the following show we'll begin Book 5 chapter-by-chapter with new segments! Micah is back from a visit to Scotland! He tells us what he did over there. Andrew and Micah interview actor Joel Meyers, who currently plays Albus Severus Potter in Broadway's Cursed Child! Revisiting our Goblet of Fire 7 Word Chapter Summaries. Book Four 7-Word Summary: Resurrection for Voldemort awakens old echoes past. Two listeners point out that the return Portkey mystery is not a plot-hole, but was part of Voldemort's plan to stay hidden while alive. Is the Dark Mark on the arms of Death Eaters the best kept secret on the part of the dark side from the Ministry? A listener compares Voldemort's return ritual with Barty Crouch Jr.'s specific method for his father's end, and underscores BCJr's daddy issues. Do the Death Eaters keep their D.E. robes nearby in case Voldemort returns? Do they ever wash them? A listener asks, which characters will be the hardest to replace on the HBO Max show, given their film adaptation counterparts? Shakespeare references, snakelike features, and low-security portraits are the topics of more Muggle Mail! Quizzitch: in the United States, Harry Potter and the order of the phoenix movie was the 5th highest grossing film of 2007 domestically. name at least 2 films that year which earned more money. Visit MuggleCast.com for episode transcripts, social media links, our full episode archive, our favorite episodes, and to contact us! Coming up on Bonus MuggleCast, we react to the release of Harry Potter: Quidditch World Champions after playing it this week! For twice-monthly Bonus MuggleCast, as well as other great benefits, including the chance to co-host the show, a new physical gift every year, and a video message from one of the four of us visit Patreon.com/MuggleCast! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Chapter 21 - The Eye of the SnakeʹOi!ʹ bellowed Ron, finally losing patience and sticking his head out of the window, ʹI am a prefect and if one more snowball hits this window—OUCH!ʹ  He withdrew his head sharply, his face covered in snow. ʹItʹs Fred and George,ʹ he said bitterly, slamming the window behind him. ʹGits…ʹ ʹDonʹ worry, it wonʹ hurt yen,ʹ said Hagrid patiently. ʹRighʹ, now, who can tell me why some oʹ yeh can see ʹem anʹ some canʹt?ʹ  Hermione raised her hand. ʹGo on then,ʹ said Hagrid, beaming at her. The only people who can see Thestrals,ʹ she said, ʹare people who have seen death.ʹ  Thaʹs exactly right,ʹ said Hagrid solemnly, ʹten points ter Gryffindor. Now, Thestrals— ʹHem, hem.ʹ Professor Umbridge had arrived.Q1 - What do you think of ThestralsQ2 - Is Umbridge still okay after this?ʹYou can see the Thestrals, Longbottom, can you?ʹ she said. Neville nodded. ʹWho did you see die?ʹ she asked, her tone indifferent. ʹMy… my grandad,ʹ said Neville.Q3 - Harry is going to the Burrow for Christmas…what's the most memorable Christmas you've had?ʹWell,ʹ said Angelina dully, pulling off her cloak and throwing it into a corner, ʹweʹve finally replaced you.ʹ  ʹReplaced me?ʹ said Harry blankly. ʹYou and Fred and George,ʹ she said impatiently. ʹWeʹve got another Seeker!ʹ  ʹWho?ʹ said Harry quickly. ʹGinny Weasley,ʹ said Katie.Q4 - You think Ginny will be good at Quidditch?Q5 - When Cho was hanging back during the DA meeting, did you know everything that was going to happen, like Hermione did, or were you oblivious like Ron.ʹWell?ʹ Ron said finally, looking up at Harry. ʹHow was it?ʹ  Harry considered for a moment. ʹWet,ʹ he said truthfully. Ron made a noise that might have indicated jubilation or disgust, it was hard to tell. ʹBecause she was crying,ʹ Harry continued heavily. ʹOh,ʹ said Ron, his smile fading slightly. ʹAre you that bad at kissing?ʹʹWell, obviously, sheʹs feeling very sad, because of Cedric dying. Then I expect sheʹs feeling confused because she liked Cedric and now she likes Harry, and she canʹt work out who she likes best. Then sheʹll be feeling guilty, thinking itʹs an insult to Cedricʹs memory to be kissing Harry at all, and sheʹll be worrying about what everyone else might say about her if she starts going out with Harry. And she probably canʹt work out what her feelings towards Harry are, anyway, because he was the one who was with Cedric when Cedric died, so thatʹs all very mixed up and painful. Oh, and sheʹs afraid sheʹs going to be thrown off the Ravenclaw Quidditch team because sheʹs been flying so badly.ʹ  A slightly stunned silence greeted the end of this speech, then Ron said, ʹOne person canʹt feel all that at once, theyʹd explode.ʹ  ʹJust because youʹve got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesnʹt mean we all have,ʹ said Hermione nastily picking up her quill again.Q6 - Is Hermione the best?He had to tell Ron, it was very important that he tell him… taking great gulps of air, Harry pushed himself up in bed, willing himself not to throw up again, the pain half‐blinding him. ʹYour dad,ʹ he panted, his chest heaving. ʹYour dadʹs… been attacked…ʹ  ʹWhat?ʹ said Ron uncomprehendingly. ʹYour dad! Heʹs been bitten, itʹs serious, there was blood everywhere…ʺ Q7 - Was this dream real?ʹNo!ʹ said Harry angrily; would none of them understand? ʹI was having a dream at first about something completely different, something stupid… and then this interrupted it. It was real, I didnʹt imagine it. Mr Weasley was asleep on the floor and he was attacked by a gigantic snake, there was a load of blood, he collapsed, someoneʹs got to find out where he is…ʹ  Professor McGonagall was gazing at him through her lopsided spectacles as though horrified at what she was seeing. ʹIʹm not lying and Iʹm not mad!ʹ Harry told her, his voice rising to a shout. ʹI tell you, I saw it happen!ʹ  ʹI believe you, Potter,ʹ said Professor McGonagall curtly. ʹPut on your dressing gown—weʹre going to see the Headmaster.ʹQ8 - Was Harry the snake or was he watching the whole thing happen?Chapter 22 - St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and InjuriesProfessor McGonagall rapped three times with the griffin knocker and the voices ceased abruptly as though someone had switched them all off. The door opened of its own accord and Professor McGonagall led Harry and Ron inside.Q1 - What are those voices? And what are they talking about?ʹHow did you see this?ʹ Dumbledore asked quietly, still not looking at Harry. ʹWell… I donʹt know,ʹ said Harry, rather angrily ‐ what did it matter? ʹInside my head, I suppose—” ʹYou misunderstand me,ʹ said Dumbledore, still in the same calm tone. ʹI mean… can you remember —er— where you were positioned as you watched this attack happen? Were you perhaps standing beside the victim, or else looking down on the scene from above?ʹ  This was such a curious question that Harry gaped at Dumbledore; it was almost as though he knew…Q2 - What does Dumbledore know?Q3 - Dumbledore tells Fawkes that they will need a warning…what is he talking about?The instrument tinkled into life at once with rhythmic clinking noises. Tiny puffs of pale green smoke issued from the minuscule silver tube at the top. Dumbledore watched the smoke closely, his brow furrowed. After a few seconds, the tiny puffs became a steady stream of smoke that thickened and coiled in the air… a serpentʹs head grew out of the end of it, opening its mouth wide. Harry wondered whether the instrument was confirming his story: he looked eagerly at Dumbledore for a sign that he was right, but Dumbledore did not look up. ʹNaturally, naturally,ʹ murmured Dumbledore apparently to himself, still observing the stream of smoke without the slightest sign of surprise. ʹBut in essence divided?ʹ  Harry could make neither head nor tail of this question. The smoke serpent, however, split itself instantly into two snakes, both coiling and undulating in the dark air. With a look of grim satisfaction, Dumbledore gave the instrument another gentle tap with his wand: the clinking noise slowed and died and the smoke serpents grew faint, became a formless haze and vanished.Q4 - What does Dumbledore mean, in essence divided? What is happening here?ʹYour father has been injured in the course of his work for the Order of the Phoenix,ʹ said Dumbledore, before Harry could speak. ʹHe has been taken to St Mungoʹs Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. I am sending you back to Siriusʹs house, which is much more convenient for the hospital than The Burrow. You will meet your mother there.ʹ  ʹHowʹre we going?ʹ asked Fred, looking shaken. Floo powder?ʹ  ʹNo,ʹ said Dumbledore, Floo powder is not safe at the moment, the Network is being watched. You will be taking a Portkey.ʹ He indicated the old kettle lying innocently on his desk. ʹWe are just waiting for Phineas Nigellus to report back… I want to be sure that the coast is clear before sending you—” There was a flash of flame in the very middle of the office, leaving behind a single golden feather that floated gently to the floor. ʹIt is Fawkesʹs warning,ʹ said Dumbledore, catching the feather as it fell. ʹProfessor Umbridge must know youʹre out of your beds… Minerva, go and head her off—tell her any story.”ʹQ5 - Does it scare you that Dumbledore is being this intense?It happened in a fraction of a second: in the infinitesimal pause before Dumbledore said ʹthreeʹ, Harry looked up at him—they were very close together—and Dumbledoreʹs clear blue gaze moved from the Portkey to Harryʹs face. At once, Harryʹs scar burned white-hot, as though the old wound had burst open again ‐ and unbidden, unwanted, but terrifyingly strong, there rose within Harry a hatred so powerful he felt, for that instant, he would like nothing better than to strike—to bite—to sink his fangs into the man before him — ʹ… three.ʹ Q6 - What is going on here?Q7 - Do you side with Sirius or the Weasleys wanting to go see their dad?If Harry had ever sat through a longer night than this one, he could not remember it. Sirius suggested once, without any real conviction, that they all go to bed, but the Weasleysʹ looks of disgust were answer enough. They mostly sat in silence around the table, watching the candle wick sinking lower and lower into liquid wax, occasionally raising a bottle to their lips, speaking only to check the time, to wonder aloud what was happening, and to reassure each other that if there was bad news, they would know straightaway, for Mrs Weasley must long since have arrived at St Mungoʹs.Q8 - Maybe this is too personal but have you ever had a moment of waiting for bad news like this?Fred fell back into his chair with his hands over his face. George and Ginny got up, walked swiftly over to their mother and hugged her. Ron gave a very shaky laugh and downed the rest of his Butterbeer in one. ʹBreakfast!ʹ said Sirius loudly and joyfully, jumping to his feet. ʹWhereʹs that accursed house‐elf? Kreacher! KREACHER!ʹ  But Kreacher did not answer the summons. ʹOh, forget it, then,ʹ muttered Sirius, counting the people in front of him. ʹSo, itʹs breakfast for— letʹs see— seven… bacon and eggs, I think, and some tea, and toast—”ʹBut thatʹs not all,ʹ said Harry, in a voice only a little above a whisper. ʹSirius, I… I think Iʹm going mad. Back in Dumbledoreʹs office, just before we took the Portkey… for a couple of seconds there I thought I was a snake, I felt like one ‐  my scar really hurt when I was looking at Dumbledore ‐ Sirius, I wanted to attack him!ʹ  He could only see a sliver of Siriuss face; the rest was in darkness. ʹIt must have been the aftermath of the vision, thatʹs all,ʹ said Sirius. ʹYou were still thinking of the dream or whatever it was and—”  ʹIt wasnʹt that,ʹ said Harry, shaking his head, ʹit was like something rose up inside me, like thereʹs a snake inside me.ʹ Q9 - What do you think is happening here?ARTEFACT ACCIDENTS… Ground floor Cauldron explosion, wand backfiring, broom crashes, etc. CREATURE‐INDUCED INJURIES… First floor Bites, stings, burns, embedded spines, etc. MAGICAL BUGS… Second floor Contagious maladies, e.g. dragon pox, vanishing sickness, scrojungulus, etc. POTION AND PLANT POISONING… Third floor Rashes, regurgitation, uncontrollable 2, etc. SPELL DAMAGE… Fourth floor Unliftable jinxes, hexes, incorrectly applied charms, etc. VISITORSʹ TEAROOM / HOSPITAL SHOP… Fifth floorQ10 - What floor would you want to work on?Q11 - What was Mr Weasley guarding?ʹCourse heʹs worried,ʹ growled Moody. ʹThe boyʹs seeing things from inside You- Know-Who's snake. Obviously, Potter doesnʹt realize what that means, but if You-Know-Who's possessing him —ʹQ12 - What does this mean?Chapter 23 - Christmas on the Closed WardQ1 - What is Voldemort after? Is Harry really the weapon?ʹYou know,ʹ said Phineas Nigellus, even more loudly than Harry ʹthis is precisely why I loathed being a teacher! Young people are so infernally convinced that they are absolutely right about everything. Has it not occurred to you, my poor puffed‐up popinjay, that there might be an excellent reason why the Headmaster of Hogwarts is not confiding every tiny detail of his plans to you? Have you never paused, while feeling hard‐done‐by, to note that following Dumbledore's orders has never yet led you into harm? No. No, like all young people, you are quite sure that you alone feel and think, you alone recognise danger, you alone are the only one clever enough to realize what the Dark Lord may be planning—”Q2 - Is Dumbledore right to keep his secrets?The feeling of being unclean intensified. He half-wished he had not obeyed Dumbledore… if this was how life was going to be for him in Grimmauld Place from now on, maybe he would be better off in Privet Drive after all.Q3 - Is it crazy to you that Harry would rather be back with the Dursleys now?Q4 - It's great that Hermione comes, but is she being a bad kid to her parents?ʹWell, that was a bit stupid of you,ʹ said Ginny angrily, ʹseeing as you donʹt know anyone but me whoʹs been possessed by You‐Know‐Who, and I can tell you how it feels.ʹ  Harry remained quite still as the impact of these words hit him. Then he wheeled round. ʹI forgot,ʹ he said. ʹLucky you,ʹ said Ginny coolly.Q5 - What's the best gift you've ever given?Thanks for the book, Harryʹ she said happily. ʹIʹve been wanting that New Theory on Numerology for ages! And that perfumeʹs really unusual, Ron.ʹ Q6 - Thoughts on Ron giving Hermione perfume?Q7 - One of the healers thought Ron had Spattergroit…do you think he does?Q8 - What do you think about them seeing Lockhart again?ʹWhat?ʹ said Ron, looking amazed. (Harry wanted to stamp on Ronʹs foot, but that sort of thing is much harder to bring off unnoticed when youʹre wearing jeans rather than robes.) ʹIs that your dad down the end, Neville?ʹ  ʹWhatʹs this?ʹ said Mrs Longbottom sharply. ʹHavenʹt you told your friends about your parents, Neville?ʹ  Neville took a deep breath, looked up at the ceiling and shook his head. Harry could not remember ever feeling sorrier for anyone, but he could not think of any way of helping Neville out of the situation. ʹWell, itʹs nothing to be ashamed of!ʹ said Mrs Longbottom angrily. ʹYou should be proud, Neville, proud. They didnʹt give their health and their sanity so their only son would be ashamed of them, you know!ʹ ʹIʹm not ashamed,ʹ said Neville, very faintly, still looking anywhere but at Harry and the others. Ron was now standing on tiptoe to look over at the inhabitants of the two beds.Q9 - What do you think of the group meeting Neville here?Nevilleʹs mother had come edging down the ward in her nightdress. She no longer had the plump, happy‐looking face Harry had seen in Moodyʹs old photograph of the original Order of the Phoenix. Her face was thin and worn now, her eyes seemed overlarge and her hair, which had turned white, was wispy and dead‐looking. She did not seem to want to speak, or perhaps she was not able to, but she made timid motions towards Neville, holding something in her outstretched hand. ʹAgain?ʹ said Mrs Longbottom, sounding slightly weary. ʹVery well, Alice dear, very well ‐ Neville, take it, whatever it is.ʹ  But Neville had already stretched out his hand, into which his mother dropped an empty Droobleʹs Best Blowing Gum wrapper. ʹVery nice, dear,ʹ said Nevilleʹs grandmother in a falsely cheery voice, patting his mother on the shoulder. But Neville said quietly, Thanks, Mum.ʹ  His mother tottered away, back up the ward, humming to herself. Neville looked around at the others, his expression defiant, as though daring them to laugh, but Harry did not think heʹd ever found anything less funny in his life. ʹWell, weʹd better get back,ʹ sighed Mrs Longbottom, drawing on long green gloves. ʹVery nice to have met you all. Neville, put that wrapper in the bin, she must have given you enough of them to paper your bedroom by now.ʹ  But as they left, Harry was sure he saw Neville slip the sweet wrapper into his pocket.Q10 - What do you think of Neville after this?Chapter 24 - OcclumencyQ1 - What is Kreacher up to?“Occlumency, Potter. The magical defense of the mind against external penetration. An obscure branch of magic, but a highly useful one.”Q2 - Thoughts on Occlumency?Q3 - What's in the package that Sirius gave Harry?Q4 - What's the best story you have of asking someone on a date?“Only muggles talk of ‘mind reading.' The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure, Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by any invader. The mind is a complex and many-layered thing, Potter — or at least most minds are.” He smirked. “It is true, however, that those who have mastered Legilimency are able, under certain conditions, to delve into the minds of their victims and to interpret their findings correctly. The Dark Lord, for instance, almost always knows when somebody is lying to him. Only those skilled at Occlumency are able to shut down those feelings and memories that contradict the lie, and so can utter falsehoods in his presence without detection.”Q5 - Would you want to be good at Occlumency or Legilimency?“Then you will find yourself easy prey for the Dark Lord!" said Snape savagely. "Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provoked so easily - weak people, in other words - they stand no chance against his powers! He will penetrate your mind with absurd ease, Potter!”Q6 - Would you be good at controlling your emotions like this?Q7 - What's in the department of mysteries?Q8 - Why is Snape hiding his memories?Q9 - Why is Voldemort so happy at the end of this chapter?

This week, we revisit the ever-exciting MuggleMail bag and listen to your voicemails on all things Goblet of Fire. The debate about Cedric's clue to Harry rages on, and listeners have opinions on everything from House-Elf rights to defending Ron Weasley's youth. Voicemails cover House-Elf evolution, Cedric's clue, judges at professional sporting events, and Barty Crouch, Sr. The Hungarian Horntail may NOT have been the last addition to the First Task, multiple listeners posit. Quidditch could easily have fit in between the 3 year-long tasks, couldn't it? One listener defends Ron Weasley's recent actions on the basis of his youth. Do we let him off the hook? Do Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students have classes with Hogwarts professors? Working backwards from the Portkey, does the plot of Book 4 even work? Do Aurors have the same damage to their souls as Death Eaters if they both kill to survive? Feminism in Harry Potter has some pitfalls from the onset, one listener opines. What did Sirius Black's family members think upon receiving word of his incarceration? The hosts take turns choosing one wizarding profession that they would have in the Wizarding world. Quizzitch: Where specifically does Moaning Myrtle mention haunting Olive Hornby? This week's episode is brought to you by BetterHelp. Get 10% off your first month at BetterHelp.com/mugglecast Visit MuggleCast.com for episode transcripts, social media links, our full episode archive, our favorite episodes, and to contact us! Reminder: Micah and Eric will be at LeakyCon! Visit LeakyCon.com to check out the latest guests, and use code 'MUGGLE' while registering for a discount!! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Potter Revisited Episode #66 The Hot Weasley AKA Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Chapter 6 "The Portkey" On the top of the episode we want to address the recent issue of the author once again using her platform to target and hurt the Trans community - There is no justification for what she is doing and we stand with the Trans community.  The opening of the chapter really feels similar to preparing to go on an early flight - you are tired but excited  We learn what Treacle is  We feel the younger kids pain knowing that Bill, Charlie and Percy get to sleep in because they can Apparate  Fred is talking like he can apparate - would he know how?  Splinching sounds awful  Fred and George try to slip out of the house with all of their toffees - should they have come up with a better plan?  Lots of friction between the Twins and Mrs Weasley about how she feels the twins have no ambition and the Twins pushing back on what they want to do  Portkeys are introduced and their is a lot of foreshadowing  We meet Amos and Cedric Diggory  Amos is just a dad living through his son and is so embarrassing   The Lovegoods are offhandedly mentioned - Shay also hates this name  We discuss all the transportation methods we have been introduced to - especially in this chapter  How is wizard travel regulated?  What would be our preferred method of travel  There are lots of transitional chapters in Goblet of Fire - toeing the line of being a kids book and something a bit older  Snape Sucks total for Chapter 6: 0 Email any thoughts, questions or feedback to potterrevisitedpodcast@gmail.com Music: Shelter Song by Alexander Nakarada (www.serpentsoundstudios.com) Licensed under Creative Commons BY Attribution 4.0 License https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Links:  The Trevor Project https://www.thetrevorproject.org/ Trans Lifeline https://translifeline.org/hotline/ Follow Us:  Facebook  https://www.facebook.com/potterrevisited Twitter https://twitter.com/potterevisited Instagram https://www.instagram.com/potterrevisited_/ Youtube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4v2Xt0OIQ8_LCVYhKf2S5A TikTok https://www.tiktok.com/@potterrevisited

Just because it quacks like a duck, it doesn't mean it is a duck...or does it? Maybe it's a Portkey or spirit animal to guide you in difficult times.  Things may not always be as they seem. Perhaps there's a deeper meaning, one that goes beyond what your physical senses measure.In 2024, take time to listen to the wisdom of your heart.Watch the original video here: https://youtu.be/TPOjRyXvak0?si=rL3rnhl2RgvyjZwxCheck out Candice's website at http://CandiceSanderson.com.

Wake up! It's time to go stand on a hill until our boot is ready! Join Andrew, Eric, Laura and Micah for the latest episode of MuggleCast in which we have a fun Chapter-by-Chapter discussion discussing the pitfalls of magical means of transportation in the Wizarding World. Would we rather use Portkeys or learn to Apparate? Find out during our discussion on Episode 636 of MuggleCast. We would like to wish a happy Thanksgiving to all who are celebrating this week. We are honored to be part of your Harry Potter family. The MuggleCast Overstock Store is NOW OPEN! Ever wanted one of our cool physical gifts that we send to Patrons, but didn't want to subscribe to our Patreon? WELL, for the first time ever, we are selling leftover physical gifts from years past! Only while supplies last! Chapter-by-Chapter returns with Goblet of Fire, Chapter 6: The Portkey 7-Word Summary: The Quidditch World is excited regarding Voldemort  Main Discussion 1: Magical modes of transport for Wizards Does it make sense for folks with cheaper tickets to have to arrive sooner? Isn't it more likely that the rich could afford staying on site for longer? Which governments are involved here protecting the Statute of Secrecy and are they all working in tandem for the game? Is a Portkey really the best / safest form of transportation? Why not Apparate? Percy is made fun of by the Weasley Twins for Apparating downstairs, but each MuggleCaster comes to his defense separately. We ask: would you rather Apparate or use a Portkey? The hosts make their decisions. Would taking Muggle transport really be so bad in 2023? Main Discussion 2: Amos "Cringe Dad" Diggory We reflect on Amos' love for his boy and how sad it is reading this chapter knowing how the book ends, but also how awkward this conversation with Amos must be for Harry in the moment. Could Arthur have not gotten better tickets through his Ministry connections? Quizzitch: According to Percy, about how many languages does Mr Crouch speak? Transcripts are now available for our most recent episodes of MuggleCast, with more coming each week! This week's episode is brought to you by MasterClass. Give one annual membership and get one FREE at MasterClass.com/MuggleCast) Coming up on Bonus MuggleCast on Patreon.com/MuggleCast, we discuss the alternate titles for Goblet of Fire and reflect on how the series and story may have been different with a different title! Subscribe now and receive all of our magical benefits.

MLOps podcast #189 with Rohit Agarwal, CEO of Portkey.ai, Designing for Forward Compatibility in Gen AI. // Abstract For two whole years of working with a large LLM deployment, I always felt uncomfortable. How is my system performing? Are my users liking the outputs? Who needs help? Probabilistic systems can make this really hard to understand. In this talk, we'll discuss practical & implementable items to secure your LLM system and gain confidence while deploying to production. // Bio Rohit is the Co-founder and CEO of portkey.ai which is an FMOps stack for monitoring, model management, compliance, and more. Previously, he headed Product & AI at Pepper Content which has served ~900M generations on LLMs in production. Having seen large LLM deployments in production, he's always happy to help companies build their infra stacks on FM APIs or Open-source models. // MLOps Jobs board https://mlops.pallet.xyz/jobs // MLOps Swag/Merch https://mlops-community.myshopify.com/ // Related Links Website: https://portkey.ai ⁠ --------------- ✌️Connect With Us ✌️ ------------- Join our slack community: https://go.mlops.community/slack Follow us on Twitter: @mlopscommunity Sign up for the next meetup: https://go.mlops.community/register Catch all episodes, blogs, newsletters, and more: https://mlops.community/ Connect with Demetrios on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/dpbrinkm/ Connect with Rohit on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/1rohitagarwal/

This week it's time for a first! Obviously, it is not the first time we have talked about Harry Potter, but it is the first time we have done an episode solely dedicated to a video game! So grab your Portkey and dive head first into the Wizarding World (TM) in this episode on Hogwarts Legacy! 

Description: We're back at it again with the big ass world of Hogwarts Legacy. Long overdue podcast but we're finally going to delve into the game itself, the critiques, the optimistic side, how this game felt mechanically and the love Portkey gave to the wizarding world. After much deliberation we decided to revoke the social media drama surrounding the game from this podcast. This conversation is only focal to the game's content itself. Thank you! ~Ren

Laptop Radio chats with Steven Dang (CTO, PortKey) on Building the Easiest to Use Wallet for Web2 Users.

Chapter 22 - St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and InjuriesProfessor McGonagall rapped three times with the griffin knocker and the voices ceased abruptly as though someone had switched them all off. The door opened of its own accord and Professor McGonagall led Harry and Ron inside.Q1 - What are those voices? And what are they talking about?ʹHow did you see this?ʹ Dumbledore asked quietly, still not looking at Harry. ʹWell… I donʹt know,ʹ said Harry, rather angrily ‐ what did it matter? ʹInside my head, I suppose—” ʹYou misunderstand me,ʹ said Dumbledore, still in the same calm tone. ʹI mean… can you remember —er— where you were positioned as you watched this attack happen? Were you perhaps standing beside the victim, or else looking down on the scene from above?ʹ  This was such a curious question that Harry gaped at Dumbledore; it was almost as though he knew…Q2 - What does Dumbledore know?Q3 - Dumbledore tells Fawkes that they will need a warning…what is he talking about?The instrument tinkled into life at once with rhythmic clinking noises. Tiny puffs of pale green smoke issued from the minuscule silver tube at the top. Dumbledore watched the smoke closely, his brow furrowed. After a few seconds, the tiny puffs became a steady stream of smoke that thickened and coiled in the air… a serpentʹs head grew out of the end of it, opening its mouth wide. Harry wondered whether the instrument was confirming his story: he looked eagerly at Dumbledore for a sign that he was right, but Dumbledore did not look up. ʹNaturally, naturally,ʹ murmured Dumbledore apparently to himself, still observing the stream of smoke without the slightest sign of surprise. ʹBut in essence divided?ʹ  Harry could make neither head nor tail of this question. The smoke serpent, however, split itself instantly into two snakes, both coiling and undulating in the dark air. With a look of grim satisfaction, Dumbledore gave the instrument another gentle tap with his wand: the clinking noise slowed and died and the smoke serpents grew faint, became a formless haze and vanished.Q4 - What does Dumbledore mean, in essence divided? What is happening here?ʹYour father has been injured in the course of his work for the Order of the Phoenix,ʹ said Dumbledore, before Harry could speak. ʹHe has been taken to St Mungoʹs Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. I am sending you back to Siriusʹs house, which is much more convenient for the hospital than The Burrow. You will meet your mother there.ʹ  ʹHowʹre we going?ʹ asked Fred, looking shaken. Floo powder?ʹ  ʹNo,ʹ said Dumbledore, Tloo powder is not safe at the moment, the Network is being watched. You will be taking a Portkey.ʹ He indicated the old kettle lying innocently on his desk. ʹWe are just waiting for Phineas Nigellus to report back… I want to be sure that the coast is clear before sending you—” There was a flash of flame in the very middle of the office, leaving behind a single golden feather that floated gently to the floor. ʹIt is Fawkesʹs warning,ʹ said Dumbledore, catching the feather as it fell. ʹProfessor Umbridge must know youʹre out of your beds… Minerva, go and head her off—tell her any story.”ʹQ5 - Does it scare you that Dumbledore is being this intense?It happened in a fraction of a second: in the infinitesimal pause before Dumbledore said ʹthreeʹ, Harry looked up at him—they were very close together—and Dumbledoreʹs clear blue gaze moved from the Portkey to Harryʹs face. At once, Harryʹs scar burned white-hot, as though the old wound had burst open again ‐ and unbidden, unwanted, but terrifyingly strong, there rose within Harry a hatred so powerful he felt, for that instant, he would like nothing better than to strike—to bite—to sink his fangs into the man before him — ʹ… three.ʹ Q6 - What is going on here?Q7 - Do you side with Sirius or the Weasleys wanting to go see their dad?If Harry had ever sat through a longer night than this one, he could not remember it. Sirius suggested once, without any real conviction, that they all go to bed, but the Weasleysʹ looks of disgust were answer enough. They mostly sat in silence around the table, watching the candle wick sinking lower and lower into liquid wax, occasionally raising a bottle to their lips, speaking only to check the time, to wonder aloud what was happening, and to reassure each other that if there was bad news, they would know straightaway, for Mrs Weasley must long since have arrived at St Mungoʹs.Q8 - Maybe this is too personal but have you ever had a moment of waiting for bad news like this?Fred fell back into his chair with his hands over his face. George and Ginny got up, walked swiftly over to their mother and hugged her. Ron gave a very shaky laugh and downed the rest of his Butterbeer in one. ʹBreakfast!ʹ said Sirius loudly and joyfully, jumping to his feet. ʹWhereʹs that accursed house‐elf? Kreacher! KREACHER!ʹ  But Kreacher did not answer the summons. ʹOh, forget it, then,ʹ muttered Sirius, counting the people in front of him. ʹSo, itʹs breakfast for— letʹs see— seven… bacon and eggs, I think, and some tea, and toast—”ʹBut thatʹs not all,ʹ said Harry, in a voice only a little above a whisper. ʹSirius, I… I think Iʹm going mad. Back in Dumbledoreʹs office, just before we took the Portkey… for a couple of seconds there I thought I was a snake, I felt like one ‐  my scar really hurt when I was looking at Dumbledore ‐ Sirius, I wanted to attack him!ʹ  He could only see a sliver of Siriuss face; the rest was in darkness. ʹIt must have been the aftermath of the vision, thatʹs all,ʹ said Sirius. ʹYou were still thinking of the dream or whatever it was and—”  ʹIt wasnʹt that,ʹ said Harry, shaking his head, ʹit was like something rose up inside me, like thereʹs a snake inside me.ʹ Q9 - What do you think is happening here?ARTEFACT ACCIDENTS… Ground floor Cauldron explosion, wand backfiring, broom crashes, etc. CREATURE‐INDUCED INJURIES… First floor Bites, stings, burns, embedded spines, etc. MAGICAL BUGS… Second floor Contagious maladies, e.g. dragon pox, vanishing sickness, scrojungulus, etc. POTION AND PLANT POISONING… Third floor Rashes, regurgitation, uncontrollable 2, etc. SPELL DAMAGE… Fourth floor Unliftable jinxes, hexes, incorrectly applied charms, etc. VISITORSʹ TEAROOM / HOSPITAL SHOP… Fifth floorQ10 - What floor would you want to work on?Q11 - What was Mr Weasley guarding?ʹCourse heʹs worried,ʹ growled Moody. ʹThe boyʹs seeing things from inside You- Know-Who's snake. Obviously, Potter doesnʹt realize what that means, but if You-Know-Who's possessing him —ʹQ12 - What does this mean?Chapter 23 - Christmas on the Closed WardQ1 - What is Voldemort after? Is Harry really the weapon?ʹYou know,ʹ said Phineas Nigellus, even more loudly than Harry ʹthis is precisely why I loathed being a teacher! Young people are so infernally convinced that they are absolutely right about everything. Has it not occurred to you, my poor puffed‐up popinjay, that there might be an excellent reason why the Headmaster of Hogwarts is not confiding every tiny detail of his plans to you? Have you never paused, while feeling hard‐done‐by, to note that following Dumbledore's orders has never yet led you into harm? No. No, like all young people, you are quite sure that you alone feel and think, you alone recognise danger, you alone are the only one clever enough to realize what the Dark Lord may be planning—”Q2 - Is Dumbledore right to keep his secrets?The feeling of being unclean intensified. He half-wished he had not obeyed Dumbledore… if this was how life was going to be for him in Grimmauld Place from now on, maybe he would be better off in Privet Drive after all.Q3 - Is it crazy to you that Harry would rather be back with the Dursleys now?Q4 - It's great that Hermione comes, but is she being a bad kid to her parents?ʹWell, that was a bit stupid of you,ʹ said Ginny angrily, ʹseeing as you donʹt know anyone but me whoʹs been possessed by You‐Know‐Who, and I can tell you how it feels.ʹ  Harry remained quite still as the impact of these words hit him. Then he wheeled round. ʹI forgot,ʹ he said. ʹLucky you,ʹ said Ginny coolly.Q5 - What's the best gift you've ever given?Thanks for the book, Harryʹ she said happily. ʹIʹve been wanting that New Theory on Numerology for ages! And that perfumeʹs really unusual, Ron.ʹ Q6 - Thoughts on Ron giving Hermione perfume?Q7 - One of the healers thought Ron had Spattergroit…do you think he does?Q8 - What do you think about them seeing Lockhart again?ʹWhat?ʹ said Ron, looking amazed. (Harry wanted to stamp on Ronʹs foot, but that sort of thing is much harder to bring off unnoticed when youʹre wearing jeans rather than robes.) ʹIs that your dad down the end, Neville?ʹ  ʹWhatʹs this?ʹ said Mrs Longbottom sharply. ʹHavenʹt you told your friends about your parents, Neville?ʹ  Neville took a deep breath, looked up at the ceiling and shook his head. Harry could not remember ever feeling sorrier for anyone, but he could not think of any way of helping Neville out of the situation. ʹWell, itʹs nothing to be ashamed of!ʹ said Mrs Longbottom angrily. ʹYou should be proud, Neville, proud. They didnʹt give their health and their sanity so their only son would be ashamed of them, you know!ʹ ʹIʹm not ashamed,ʹ said Neville, very faintly, still looking anywhere but at Harry and the others. Ron was now standing on tiptoe to look over at the inhabitants of the two beds.Q9 - What do you think of the group meeting Neville here?Nevilleʹs mother had come edging down the ward in her nightdress. She no longer had the plump, happy‐looking face Harry had seen in Moodyʹs old photograph of the original Order of the Phoenix. Her face was thin and worn now, her eyes seemed overlarge and her hair, which had turned white, was wispy and dead‐looking. She did not seem to want to speak, or perhaps she was not able to, but she made timid motions towards Neville, holding something in her outstretched hand. ʹAgain?ʹ said Mrs Longbottom, sounding slightly weary. ʹVery well, Alice dear, very well ‐ Neville, take it, whatever it is.ʹ  But Neville had already stretched out his hand, into which his mother dropped an empty Droobleʹs Best Blowing Gum wrapper. ʹVery nice, dear,ʹ said Nevilleʹs grandmother in a falsely cheery voice, patting his mother on the shoulder. But Neville said quietly, Thanks, Mum.ʹ  His mother tottered away, back up the ward, humming to herself. Neville looked around at the others, his expression defiant, as though daring them to laugh, but Harry did not think heʹd ever found anything less funny in his life. ʹWell, weʹd better get back,ʹ sighed Mrs Longbottom, drawing on long green gloves. ʹVery nice to have met you all. Neville, put that wrapper in the bin, she must have given you enough of them to paper your bedroom by now.ʹ  But as they left, Harry was sure he saw Neville slip the sweet wrapper into his pocket.Q10 - What do you think of Neville after this?Chapter 24 - OcclumencyQ1 - What is Kreacher up to?“Occlumency, Potter. The magical defense of the mind against external penetration. An obscure branch of magic, but a highly useful one.”Q2 - Thoughts on Occlumency?Q3 - What's in the package that Sirius gave Harry?Q4 - What's the best story you have of asking someone on a date?“Only muggles talk of ‘mind reading.' The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure, Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by any invader. The mind is a complex and many-layered thing, Potter — or at least most minds are.” He smirked. “It is true, however, that those who have mastered Legilimency are able, under certain conditions, to delve into the minds of their victims and to interpret their findings correctly. The Dark Lord, for instance, almost always knows when somebody is lying to him. Only those skilled at Occlumency are able to shut down those feelings and memories that contradict the lie, and so can utter falsehoods in his presence without detection.”Q5 - Would you want to be good at Occlumency or Legilimency?“Then you will find yourself easy prey for the Dark Lord!" said Snape savagely. "Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provoked so easily - weak people, in other words - they stand no chance against his powers! He will penetrate your mind with absurd ease, Potter!”Q6 - Would you be good at controlling your emotions like this?Q7 - What's in the department of mysteries?Q8 - Why is Snape hiding his memories?Q9 - Why is Voldemort so happy at the end of this chapter?

Prophecy marks Harry Potter as the one with the power to defeat the Dark Lord.  But right now, he's just a kid with problems of his own.  #ourladymelody #storytime #wearegaia #sovereign #greatawakening   I wrote a little book that just might help.  Check it out here.  https://vimeo.com/ourladymelody/guide-2

Chapter 6 - The Portkey, covered by Abby!The twins are determined, Cedric's dad is being a bit cringe, and a brief discussion on a Hermione theory (more on that later).⚡️

Julie joins the podcast to discuss a transportation heavy chapter as our characters travel to the Quidditch World Cup. We discuss modes of wizard transportation, Amos Diggory, and Julie discuss some of her least favorite chapters of Harry Potter. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hogwarts-a-podcast/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/hogwarts-a-podcast/support

This week, Vanessa and Matt explore the theme of Insight in Chapter Six of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire! They discuss Harry's muggle expertise, Amos Diggory's glowing pride in his son, and Fred & George's unappreciated talents. Throughout the episode we consider the question: how can our insights help us to better understand each-other?Thank you to Paige Erin for their voicemail! Next week we're reading Book 4 Chapter 7, Bagman and Crouch, through the theme of Service.--It's two sickles to join S.P.E.W., and only two dollars to join our Patreon for extra bloopers every week! Please consider helping us fill our Gringotts vault so we can continue to make this show. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

This week Vanessa is joined by fellow podcaster, writer, and All Star Human Hannah McGregor for this special Owl Post edition of the podcast! They respond to some listener voicemails and discuss Hannah's recent book release - A Sentimental Education, which explores what podcasting has taught her about feminist scholarship.Thanks to Kath, Sam, and Beth for their beautiful voicemail contributions! Next week we're reading Book 4 Chapter 6, The Portkey, through the theme of Insight.--It's only two sickles to join S.P.E.W., and only two dollar to join our Patreon for extra bloopers every week! Please consider helping us fill our Gringotts vault so we can continue to make this show. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Turn to Page 670, Veritaserum. Today's lesson is called Nothing But The Truth The chapter begins with Harry traveling by Portkey, with Cup and Cedric in hand. He keeps his eyes shut as he lands, and people begin talking near him, and to him, and about him. The news that Cedric is dead passes through the crowd and Dumbledore attempts to survey the situation. Fudge is panicked. Moody removes Harry from the crowd. In Moody's office, Harry answers the old auror's questions about his experience that night. Harry recounts some: the cup portkey, the graveyard, the restoration of Voldemort's body, their duel, priori incantatem, and the revelation that a Death Eater was at Hogwarts. Moody reveals himself to be the Death Eater, who put Harry's name in the Goblet of Fire, and helped him directly and indirectly to succeed at the tasks. Tonight, he stunned Fleur and Imperiused Krum to attack Cedric. He declares his intention to kill Harry but as he raises his wand, Dumbledore's stunning spell crashes through the door and incapacitates Moody. Dumbledore gives Professors Snape and McGonagall instructions. He smells the Polyjuice Potion in Moody's flask and searches the office for the real Moody, finding him in a locked trunk. The Professors return and Dumbledore administers Veritaserum to fake Moody and ennervates him. Fake Moody reverts to Barty Crouch Jr. and, under the effects of the potion, shares the truth of what has happened: his survival and escape from Azkaban, his imprisonment by Winky and his father under the Imperius Curse, Bertha Jorkins' discovery of his survival and his father's memory charm on her, his reward for good behavior: the quidditch world cup, how he stole a wand at the match and used to cast the Dark Mark in the sky, how his father's dismissal of Winky weakened the defenses, so when Voldemort and Wormtail arrived, they easily overpowered Barty Crouch Sr. and set Jr. free, and finally the plan to become Alastor Moody and enact the plan that culminated early that night.

This week, Vanessa and Matt are joined by special guest Casper ter Kuile (!!) as they explore the theme of Healing in Chapter Five of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire! They discuss Arthur's work in Wizard/Muggle relations, Fred and George's burgeoning business venture, and poor, poor Bertha Jorkins. Throughout the episode we consider the question: how do we properly assess and cherish relationships that were broken in some way but have since been healed?Thank you to our anonymous listener for their voicemail! Next time we're reading Book 4 Chapter 6, The Portkey, through the theme of Insight.--It's two sickles to join S.P.E.W., and only two dollars to join our Patreon for extra bloopers every week! Please consider helping us fill our Gringotts vault so we can continue to make this show. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Episode OutlineChapter SummaryKey Theme– TravelCharacter Development– The DiggorysWorld Building– Portkeys and AccioLiterary Device– Plot AdvancementSignificance– Arrival at the Quidditch World Cup

- In Chapter 32 of Goblet of Fire, Harry and Cedric Diggory grasp the Cup at the same time to secure the win for Hogwarts. The trophy - actually a Portkey - transports the boys to a graveyard off Hogwarts grounds. There, Peter Pettigrew murders Cedric and forces Harry to participate in Voldemort's resurrection.- Today's prompt is: What are the magical properties of the bone of the father, flesh of the servant, and blood of the enemy that allows a soul fragment tethered to life with a Horcrux to be reconnected with a body?- This episode is hosted by Princess Jhode Datu.- Join in the conversation on MuggleNet's social media channels by using #PromptlyPotter

- In Chapter 15 of Goblet of Fire, students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang arrive at Hogwarts in preparation for the Triwizard Tournament.- Today's prompt is: Does the Durmstrang ship function like an aquatic Portkey, a watery Floo Network, or something else? By what means would Hogwarts students travel to the tournament if it were held at another school?- This episode is hosted by Rex Hadden.- Join in the conversation on MuggleNet's social media channels by using #PromptlyPotter

"DID YOU PUT YOUR NAME IN THE GOBLET OF FIRE!!???!!" We ask calmly, as we take the plunge into the depths of the wizarding world of sports.  This is the only sports one in the series, so naturally it's right up our (Spencer's) alley.  But it's also full of danger as the plot thickens  with the resurgence of the Death Eaters, the tampering of the Triwizard Tournament, teenage hormones, and DRAGONS.  Pick up your wands and grab the nearest Portkey as the Second Wizarding War begins with the return of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire!

- In Chapter 6 of Goblet of Fire, Harry, Hermione, and the Weasleys use a Portkey to travel to the Quidditch World Cup.- Today's prompt is: What is the science fiction equivalent of a Portkey? Does it work like a transporter beaming someone to a destination, a wormhole creating a shortcut, a TARDIS traveling through dimensions, or something entirely unique?- This episode is hosted by Richa Venkatraman.- Join in the conversation on MuggleNet's social media channels by using #PromptlyPotter

Today we're exploring the word “portal.” What does portal mean to you?Do you have a word you'd like us to consider for a future episode? Email us at listen@akidspodcastabout.com. And check out other podcasts made for kids just like you by visiting akidsco.com.

This week we're back with chapter 6, The Portkey! Adam and Arri discuss all things accio, apparition, and portkeys as we get paragraphs worth of information about them. Plus Hermione gets winded, Arri gets nostalgic for green skies, and Adam gets horny for Charlie again! Flee is an Academy Award nominated animated documentary about one man's experience growing up as gay in Afghanistan and becoming a refugee, eventually ending up in Denmark. It details the harrowing multiple journeys he took in order to seek some sort of safety, the complicated story of his immediate family and their struggles, and how that trauma has affected him throughout his life even up to today. It's a moving piece of art that I highly recommend. It's available on Hulu for subscribers or you can rent it from any online rental platform. Rate! Review! Subscribe! Twitter | Instagram | YouTube We are a proud member of the The Ampliverse

S4 Chapter 6: The Portkey & Chapter 7: Bagman & Crouch On our first ever dual chapter episode, Dr. Janina Scarlet and Host Dustin McGinnis discuss why personal character can be a choice, how the obliviation spell is similar to being roofied, and how sometimes the masks we wear hide a much deeper reality. The post Harry Potter Therapy Podcast Season 4 Chapter 6: The Portkey & Chapter 7: Bagman & Crouch first appeared on Superhero Therapy.

We uncover the truth behind where our missing pets really go. Is Hogwarts actually in Zurich or Turin ? What is the incantation to create a Portkey? Did the ministry of Magical Transport massively mess up the commute to the Quidditch cup? Join Nats and Dona Marie as we re-read Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire chapter 6 The Portkey. Answer our questions, share your opinions and join in our thoughts on our facebook pge below or and leave a review on Audible , Spotfify or Itunes so other Potter fans can find us too! If you like the podcast and want to support us you can buy us a butter beer here on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/theinappropriateHPPodcast Beware spoilers and swearwords ahead! If you like the podcast please subscribe and CONTACT US: Send us your thoughts, questions or theories at hogsmeadiapodcast@gmail.com and we will discuss them on our podcast!. FACEBOOK: Share your thoughts with us on our Facebook page and get involved Hogsmeadia https://www.facebook.com/Hogs-Meadia-Harry-Potter-Podcast-104568288431110

The gang are up at the crack of dawn for a ten-mile hike towards a smelly boot, where they meet Cedric Diggory and his cocky old dad. Each week the Pottervision boys review and explore a chapter from the books, as well as regaling tales from their own magical lives. Feel free to read along with us as we make our way through the series. To support the show and get access to exclusive episodes and content visit www.Patreon.com/pottervision www.pottervision.com  Facebook - Pottervision Twitter - @thepottervision Instagram - @thepottervision @tomlawrinson @lukaskirkby Potter Vision

Welp, we gotta get to the World Cup somehow, might as well give it its own chapter. Email us at restrictedsectionpod@gmail.com to tell us what you thought of The Portkey or even what you think of us! We'd love to read your email on the show. Be sure to subscribe to know right away about new episodes, and rate and review! SUPPORT US ON OUR PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/therestrictedsection THANK YOU LOVE YOU BUY OUR MERCH: https://www.bonfire.com/store/restrictedsectionpod/ THANK YOU LOVE YOU IG: https://www.instagram.com/restrictedsectionpod/ TW: https://twitter.com/restrictedpod FB: https://www.facebook.com/groups/rspoddetentioncrew/ Check out our other amazing Movie Night Crew Network podcasts! This episode featured: your host, Christina Kann: IG @christinathekann TW @christina_kann TikTok @sproutsprivatestash Christina plugged The 7 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle by Stuart Turton. your guest, Anna! You can connect with Anna through the Movie Night Crew Network Discord server. Anna plugged Only Murders in the Building. Andrew: He's not on SM, so you'll have to email him at restrictedsectionpod@gmail.com. Andrew plugged The Morning Show. Other random things we mentioned: this scientific LadBible article about Harry Styles's four nipples this dramatic and delightful poem by 15-c Turkish poet Fuzuli (as featured on my college blog bc I literally cannot find it anywhere else online)

Turn to Page 65, The Portkey. Today's lesson is called From Here to There The chapter begins with Harry, Ron and the twins being awoken by Mrs Weasley, early in the morning. They need to prepare to leave for the Quidditch World Cup! Hermione and Ginny are joining them, but Percy, Charlie, and Bill get to sleep in because they will apparate later. On their walk to their destination, Mr. Weasley tells Harry about the process of getting 100,000 wizards to the Quidditch World Cup without breaking the statute of secrecy. They are to take a portkey, which is a mundane object that teleports people on a predetermined schedule. They spread out to search for it, but a new voice belonging to Mr. Amos Diggory calls out that they've found it. Harry meets Mr. Diggory and sees his son, and their schoolmate, Cedric. Music: Pooka by Kevin MacLeod #MagicalTheory #HarryPotter #podcast #WizardPhD ✨Like the podcast? BECOME A PATRON: https://patreon.com/wizardphd Want a one-time gift instead? Contribute here and buy us a coffee: https://ko-fi.com/wizardphd Listen to us on your favorite podcast platform! Anchor: https://anchor.fm/magical-theory Apple: http://bit.ly/AppleMT Google Play: http://bit.ly/GooglePlayMT TuneIn: http://bit.ly/TuneInMT Soundcloud: http://bit.ly/2lWk4bl Spotify: http://spoti.fi/2knqKyH Stitcher: http://bit.ly/StitcherMT

Today we will be talking about Chapter 6 of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, The Portkey. Make sure you have read the chapter so that you don't miss anything! For the analysis part of this episode we will be discussing some history behind the past Quidditch World Cups. Perfect timing that we are talking about a huge Wizarding sporting event right in the middle of a huge Muggle sporting event (the Olympics). We also come up with an idea for another analysis episode that we are super excited for, so stay tuned for our building our own Quidditch teams with Harry Potter characters! Studio C Voldemort's Transformation video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=inwJMRN5nAE Here is the article that we used for today's episode: https://www.wizardingworld.com/writing-by-jk-rowling/history-of-the-quidditch-world-cup Email us at insidehogwartspod@gmail.com to let us know which wizard Quidditch team is your favorite and all of your thoughts on today's episode! Check out our website: insidehogwarts.com Be sure to leave us a quick review and rating on Apple Podcasts and thanks for listening! --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/insidehogwarts/message

Welcome to the final episode of our Harry Potter review show, THROUGH THE PORTKEY, where, in each episode, we discuss a film in the Harry Potter franchise. This episode, Shawn is joined by one of his normal co-hosts, Sara, as well as Daniel from Schmoes of the North, to bring their insights on the differences between book and movie versions of the eighth and final installment of the series... HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS - PART 2!! So, sit back and ready your wands, because you're about to go... Through The Portkey! Enjoy! Shawn: www.twitter.com/Shawn_AFK Sara: www.twitter.com/sseabock Kalyn: www.twitter.com/KalynRose715 Schmoes of the North: www.twitter.com/Northernschmoe Be sure to RATE, REVIEW, & SUBSCRIBE! Check out more from Merc With A Movie Blog on social media: Facebook: www.facebook.com/MercWithAMovieBlog Twitter: www.twitter.com/MovieBlogMerc Instagram: www.instagram.com/MovieBlogMerc Website: www.mercwithamovieblog.com --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/movieblogmerc/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/movieblogmerc/support

The Potterverse Hosts Mary & Blake discuss chapter 6 of Harry Potter and The Goblet Of Fire - The Portkey. We chat the constant world building, how the author sets us up for heartbreak, and why Arthur Weasley is living his BEST life right now... UNLOCK BONUS EPISODES, PREMIUM PODCASTS & MORE    SUBSCRIBE TO GET A NOTIFICATION WHEN NEW EPISODES ARE RELEASED CONNECT WITH THE SHOW  Like Our Facebook Page | Join Our Facebook Group | Join The #NerdClan | Follow On Twitter | Follow On Instagram  CHECK OUT THE BEST MERCH ON THE PLANET AT -  THE MARY & BLAKE STORE Shop for all of our podcasts, sayings, and listener inspired designs in one easy place. *NEW ARRIVALS EVERY WEEK* Be sure to follow all of our other podcasts at MaryandBlake.com including: This Is Us Too: A This Is Us Podcast The Last Kingdom With Mary & Blake: A Podcast For The Last Kingdom The MCU Diaries: Essays On Marvel Television Podcast  Bridgerton With Mary & Blake: A Bridgerton Podcast Minute With Mary: A Younique Network Marketing Podcast Rise Up!: A Hamilton Podcast The Leftovers Podcast: The Living Reminders The North Remembers: A Game Of Thrones Podcast Wicked Rhody: A Podcast About Rhode Island Events and Life You've Been Gilmored: A Gilmore Girls Podcast ParentCast: A Podcast For New Parents Outlander Cast: An Outlander Podcast The Potterverse: A Harry Potter Podcast Check out all of our blogs at MaryandBlake.com including: Mary & Blake's Blog The MCU Diaries The Handmaid's Diaries Minute With Mary Outlander Cast Blog SUBSCRIBE TO THE PODCAST

The Potterverse Hosts Mary & Blake discuss chapter 6 of Harry Potter and The Goblet Of Fire - The Portkey. We chat the constant world building, how the author sets us up for heartbreak, and why Arthur Weasley is living his BEST life right now... UNLOCK BONUS EPISODES, PREMIUM PODCASTS & MORE    SUBSCRIBE TO GET A NOTIFICATION WHEN NEW EPISODES ARE RELEASED CONNECT WITH THE SHOW  Like Our Facebook Page | Join Our Facebook Group | Join The #NerdClan | Follow On Twitter | Follow On Instagram  CHECK OUT THE BEST MERCH ON THE PLANET AT -  THE MARY & BLAKE STORE Shop for all of our podcasts, sayings, and listener inspired designs in one easy place. *NEW ARRIVALS EVERY WEEK* Be sure to follow all of our other podcasts at MaryandBlake.com including: This Is Us Too: A This Is Us Podcast The Last Kingdom With Mary & Blake: A Podcast For The Last Kingdom The MCU Diaries: Essays On Marvel Television Podcast  Bridgerton With Mary & Blake: A Bridgerton Podcast Minute With Mary: A Younique Network Marketing Podcast Rise Up!: A Hamilton Podcast The Leftovers Podcast: The Living Reminders The North Remembers: A Game Of Thrones Podcast Wicked Rhody: A Podcast About Rhode Island Events and Life You've Been Gilmored: A Gilmore Girls Podcast ParentCast: A Podcast For New Parents Outlander Cast: An Outlander Podcast The Potterverse: A Harry Potter Podcast Check out all of our blogs at MaryandBlake.com including: Mary & Blake's Blog The MCU Diaries The Handmaid's Diaries Minute With Mary Outlander Cast Blog SUBSCRIBE TO THE PODCAST

Known previously as: Petrifipacks, Portkey Murders, and Getting Strapped To A ColanderIn this episode, join Angie & Angelina as they explore the magic and logic behind the only fast option for long-range wizard travel: Portkeys.  Can you bring children? And if so, how do you get them to stay still? What constitutes as decent-enough "garbage" to make a Portkey from? What's the deal with the Portkey regulatory board? All this and more on this week's episode of We Have A Problem.Music:Sneaky Snitch by Kevin MacLeodLink: https://incompetech.filmmusic.io/song/4384-sneaky-snitchLicense: https://filmmusic.io/standard-licenseWe also use the Shark Tank theme music but can't find any info on it. We DO NOT claim ownership over that music.Support the show

Chapter 6 The Portkey

This week, we chat about the gut-wrenching magical mode of travel that is a portkey! Patreon.com/Potternyms Facebook.com/Potternyms-114160163713109/ Instagram.com/Potternyms Twitter.com/Potternyms

"Mistletoe," said Luna dreamily, pointing at a large clump of white berries placed almost over Harry's head. He jumped out from under it. "Good thinking," said Luna very seriously. "It's often infested with nargles." (pg.453) Welcome to an all new "Interesting Facts with Chase"! Preparing for spring cleaning? Get some nargles they will most certainly help you. Dive in with Chase and learn about the violence of Gurge Golgamath, and the bad omens of Augurey's. Think your good enough to duel with them one on wand? Learn about the elite that use wandless magic to conquer their enemies. "Andros the Invisible" was never defeated and was idolized in Greece. Imagine conjuring a patronus charm so large that it is unclear...do that without a wand. Don't worry if you get injured that's why were visiting St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Plenty of healers there to help you. But what about the ones beyond saving? Cedric maybe? How many turns would do the trick? To go back in time....or forward. He raised his wand and murmured "Portus": for a moment the kettle trembled, glowing with an odd blue light then it quivered to a rest, as solidly black as ever. (pg. 472) ....in the future Salazar's last remaining heir... ….You-Know-Who's only heir... ….DELPHINI DIGGORY AWAITS THE PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE! "Good. On the count of three then...one...two... It happened in a fraction of a second: In the infinitesimal pause before Dumbledore said "three," Harry looked up at him- they were very close together- and Dumbledore's clear blue gaze moved from the Portkey to Harry's face. At once, Harry's scar burned white-hot, as though the old wound had burst open again- and unbidden, unwanted, but terrifyingly strong, there rose within Harry a hatred so powerful he felt, for that instant, that he would like nothing better than to strike- to bite - to sink his fangs into the man before him - "...three." He felt a powerful jerk behind his navel, the ground vanished beneath his feet, his hand was glued to the kettle; he was banging into the others as all sped forward in a swirl of colors and a rush of wind, the kettle pulling them onward and then- (pg. 475)

In our ‘Pottercast within a podcast’ we are doing a chapter by chapter read of the Harry Potter books. Every episode we’ll cover one chapter with a summary, individual segments (questioning Sarah about the Wizarding World) along with a bit of a discussion about the books from a muggle perspective.

"Harry had taken his first step back toward Gryffindor Tower when something else on the map caught his eye . . . something distinctly odd. Peeves was not the only thing that was moving. A single dot was flitting around a room in the bottom left-hand corner ---- Snape's office. But the dot wasn't labeled "Severus Snape" . . . it was Bartemius Crouch." The Riddikulus Crew is excited to welcome you back as we officially close out and move on from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire today with our differences episode where we highlight the main inconsistencies between the novel and the film! From the missing out of the Weasley's coming to collect Harry from the Dursley's, to the complete omission of the Quidditch World Cup Final, to leaving out Winky the house elf, there are just so many main ingredients of the plot line missing in the film. With the attention to detail and scrutiny you have come to expect from Chase & Josh, we call attention to both major and minor variations that not only exist, but really threaten to change the way the story unfolds. With Dumbledore's brash demeanor, Rita Skeeter never spilling the beans on Hagrid's lineage, omitting Harry's discovery of Bartemius Crouch in Snape's office, Crouch's dead body discovered by Harry behind a tree, the Pensieve only showing one trial (incorrectly, may we add), to the mess they called the Third Task, the film took many liberties that strayed wildly from the novel. So join us here at Fact or Fantasy as we conclude book/film 4 because some of these differences may shock you and others you may realize you overlooked in the past. Whereas Harry tells Professor Moody in the film, "I don't think I said anything about a graveyard, professor." the novel clearly states on Page 673, " "What happened, Harry? " the man asked at last as he lifted Harry up the stone steps. Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. It was Mad-Eye Moody. "Cup was a Portkey," said Harry as they crossed the entrance hall. "Took me and Cedric to a graveyard . . . and Voldemort was there . . . Lord Voldemort . . ." "

We review chapter 5 of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - A Peck of Owls. We debate about how owls travel so fast. Apperate? Portkey? Crack? Do you know?? --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/wineandwordsbooktalks/message

Welcome to another episode of our Harry Potter review show, THROUGH THE PORTKEY, where, in each episode, we discuss a film in the Harry Potter franchise. This episode, Shawn is joined by his normal co-hosts, Kalyn and Sara, as well as Chris from Hotel Nerd, to bring their insights on the differences between book and movie versions of the seventh and penultimate installment of the series... HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS - PART 1!! So, sit back and ready your wands, because you're about to go... Through The Portkey! Enjoy! Shawn: www.twitter.com/Shawn_AFK Sara: www.twitter.com/sseabock Kalyn: www.twitter.com/KalynRose715 Hotel Nerd: www.twitter.com/Hotel_Nerd86 Be sure to RATE, REVIEW, & SUBSCRIBE! Check out more from Merc With A Movie Blog on social media: Facebook: www.facebook.com/MercWithAMovieBlog Twitter: www.twitter.com/MovieBlogMerc Instagram: www.instagram.com/MovieBlogMerc Website: www.mercwithamovieblog.com --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/movieblogmerc/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/movieblogmerc/support

Grab hold, friends, and follow us into the Chamber of Science! Behold the power of the Natural Philosopher’s Stone . . . peer into the Erlenmeyer Flask of Fire . . . join the Order of the Elements . . . and meet the Professor of Aksarben*!Jocelyn and Bradley are joined this week by the Headmistress of Harry Potter Science, Dr. Rebecca Lai! Rebecca describes how she combines her love of chemistry with her love of fantasy literature to ignite a spectacular reaction in the hearts and minds of Harry Potter enthusiasts of all ages. She explains how real invisible ink works, and how the properties of light refraction could someday be used to create a real-life invisibility cloak; she describes the amazing applications of gold in both the Muggle world—including Rebecca’s own research—and the wizarding world; and she tells us where to find some real “fantastic beasts.” She also shares how Harry Potter has led her outside of her own field of expertise into a variety of interdisciplinary topics, and how this same emphasis on connection and creativity inspires her work on biosensors. Along the way, the friends discuss their favorite Harry Potter characters, houses, and charms, and Rebecca shares her hopes for the future . . . including a collaboration with J.K. Rowling herself!So, is it science, or is it magic? YES!*You might be from Nebraska if . . . you got that last reference.Learn more about Rebecca’s amazing work at http://chemweb.unl.edu/lai/ and at the links below!UPCOMING LIVESTREAM EVENT! A Muggle’s Guide to Harry Potter’s Chemistry: https://www.slsc.org/event/first-friday-harry-potter-2020/More Harry Potter:http://chemweb.unl.edu/lai/harry-potter-book-series-outreach-activities/https://cen.acs.org/education/outreach/Chemists-recreate-Hogwarts-magic-mere/97/i41https://www.informalscience.org/news-views/harry-potter-x-science-pop-culture-strategy-science-engagementSciPop Talks!: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them Among Us: https://unl.libguides.com/c.php?g=51789&p=4289685Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them Among Us II: https://unl.libguides.com/c.php?g=51789&p=4770815 Elements in the Harry Potter World: https://unl.libguides.com/c.php?g=51789&p=7195843Biosensors: http://chemweb.unl.edu/lai/biosensors/More podcasts ft. Rebecca:Potterology (Ologies podcast with Alie Ward!): https://www.alieward.com/ologies/potterologyAsk a Scientist: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/dr-rebecca-lai/id1500764341?i=1000470730721Faculty 101: https://news.unl.edu/newsrooms/today/article/lai-shares-magic-of-chemistry-in-faculty-101-podcast/

I can think of nothing more exciting than the prospect of touching down and finding oneself in Istanbul. When you’re there it really feels like you’re in Constantinople, the legendary nexus of East and West. The city is tinted in sepia, like an old photograph. It has a palpable historical gravity. You feel as if you could wander around a corner and stumble upon some significant artifact, as would Indiana Jones. It’s not just that it is an old city. Europe is full of musty, old cities emitting the last wheezing respirations of life. Not Istanbul. Its former glory is also its present glory. The city doesn’t need life support, because it’s still spry and muscular, in the prime of life.I had only 36 hours in the city on a long layover. Thirty-six hours, you may well note, is a ludicrously insufficient amount of time to investigate the historical depths of Constantinople in full. And I’d agree with you. But it sure as heck beats nothing. Plus, I didn’t have to book an extra airfare, rather than just pick one with a long layover. Pretty savvy, if you ask me. I had booked accommodations at the ‘Cheers’ hostel, so named not for the American television show of the 1980s but for what British youths say instead of "thanks" at the end of a transaction. That's where I headed now.I hoped off the metro in the sepia-tone city center. Actually I wasn’t sure if it was the city center. I didn’t know the first thing about Istanbul or how it was laid out. But it seemed bustling, and there was a grandly-domed Mosque, called Sultan Ahmet, which took up about the same footprint as a football stadium. I meandered up the side street on which Cheers was located. Meandering is the only form of locomotion one can perform on an Istanbul side street. Each street heads in some direction but only vaguely and with dramatic reorientations at unexpected points, like the trend line of the stock market. I noticed that the streets were littered with kittens. They were feral cats, in the sense that no one owned them. But they didn’t look scraggily like most intercity fauna. From the looks of the bowl of milk on the sidewalk, people took care of them. I made my way down the street with my suitcase, scanning each brightly lit façade for some indication that I had found my temporary home. Then from the cool shade of an ivory laced café called a voice:“Hey, man. Are you looking for Cheers?”“Yes,” I said.“Well, you found it, man!”A Turkish fellow named Ahmed greeted me as if I were an old friend. He took me into the hostel to the front desk, where he introduced me to Sinan. They both had the air of men who had been relieved of ambition through many devoted years spent with Mary Jane. They were ludicrously welcoming, and I loved them immediately.“Are you staying at Cheers, man?” Sinan asked this as if a buddy had unexpectedly popped by to crash on his couch. I informed him of my intention to do so.Sinan and Ahmed showed me around the place. The building was long and lean, with a tight spiral staircase running up its spine. Everything was wooden and well-worn. The first floor had a modest kitchen in the back, where breakfast would be served. My room was on the second floor, with twelve bunks and a bathroom, arrayed in an unusually spacious room. The third floor had more rooms. On the floor above that was the in-house bar, where I made the acquaintance of yet another warm and kindly Turkish guy who invited me back to enjoy half-priced beers at happy hour. The bar boasted a spectacular view of Sultan Ahmet’s dome, pillared at four sides by great, spear-like columns, the scene practically springing in through the window as it would in a 3D movie.There is an idea from psychology called the "explore-exploit tradeoff." It is a decision-making dilemma that any thinking organism must solve: I can either choose the option I know to be the best right now (exploit), or I can try something new in hopes that it might prove even more beneficial (explore). It is notoriously difficult to describe the optimal solution to the explore-exploit tradeoff. The crux of the matter is that it’s tough to know when you’ve collected enough information to stop exploring and start exploiting. Well, I developed my own solution to the problem. I had several weeks before made a reservation at a restaurant called Mikla, which was recommended by a gourmand friend of mine who had recently spent two weeks in Turkey. It was a tasting menu establishment, where the general arrangement is to hand the waiter an immense wad of cash in the promise that sometime later he will return, course by course, with a series of whatever the chef has on offer, minusculy proportioned and neatly arranged. Like White Rabbit in Moscow. I enjoy that sort of thing, and so does my friend. I trust his tastes, too. My solution to the tradeoff, at least when it comes to restaurants, is to exploit his explorations. He said Mikla was the best thing in Turkey.However, earlier that day I had sent Mikla an email canceling the reservation. It was a lot of money. Not as much as it would be at an equivalent restaurant in US, or somewhere else relishing an economy that isn’t teetering on the verge of collapse. But certainly it would cost more than whatever I’d be able to find stumbling around the streets. When I got to the hostel I equivocated for a bit. Would it be worth it? At length I decided to fetch up at the restaurant and let fate decide—if they still had a table, I’d snag it. What the hell? I’m worth it.When I left the hostel I wasn’t sure if I was in Europe or Asia. Approximately half of Istanbul belongs to one and half to the other. I assumed since I was on one side of Istanbul and Mikla was on the other that I'd crossed from continent to the other. I felt as though I was crossing a border illicitly, as if into a forbidden nation. I wasn’t, I later learned. But I reveled in the sense of espionage anyway. When I inspected the map, it looked like Mikla was on a main drag. But as I trekked up the hill on which it was situated, I learned it was most emphatically not. Maps of Istanbul bear only a loose correspondence with reality, as the streets are constantly shifting, like the moving staircases of the dormitories at Hogwarts.I presented myself at Mikla on the 18th floor of a hotel situated on Istanbul’s highest eminence. I had walked for about an hour to get there, mostly uphill, and it was really hot out. I showed up in a bit of a tizzy, more than a bit disheveled. I was wearing running shoes, which had been a different color when I bought them, green shorts that extended down only as far as my upper thigh, and had a soot-stained face that brought to mind an industrious but unfortunate character in a Charles Dickens novel. I looked like s**t, really. I inquired with the maitre d’ about the possibility of restoring my previously appointed spot in the dining room. He demurred and told me it was full-up. The restaurant, I could see, was empty. I managed to negotiate a spot at the bar. Then I excused myself because, as I told him, I had come prepared to change into something more presentable. He directed me to the men’s room. While I was changing in the tiny bathroom, a guy came in to check on me. He offered some banal explanation for his presence, like making sure I knew how to operate the flush handle on the toilet. But really he was there on orders from the maitre d’ to ascertain whether I had in fact transmogrified into a form that was presentable and unlikely to cause embarrassment or mirth among the other dining patrons. I had put on dark jeans and a light blue linen collared shirt. I had also wiped the grime from my cheeks. I wouldn’t be turning any heads, neither for reasons of sexual intrigue nor arresting sartorial faux pas. I made my way back to the host’s table. He had managed, magically, to find a table for me, provided I could vacate by 9pm. Excellent.I submitted my request for the full tasting menu and a glass of Turkish rosé. Then I went to look out over the city. It was amazing. When I returned to my seat I beckoned the garçon. “I have a dumb question,” I told him. “Which continent am I on?”“Europe,” he genially informed me. “Asia is that way,” he pointed across a body of water. He explained that the heart of Istanbul formed something of a Y shape divided by waterways, the Bosphorus and the Marmara Sea. One segment of the triad was Asia and the other two, including Mikla and my hostel, were Europe.The first courses came promptly as a couple rounds of amuse bouche. Bite sized fishy stuff. These were accompanied by a basket of bread with goat cheese butter, from a goat named Yagmur. I sat there at the table to take it all in: I was in Istanbul. At the best restaurant in the city. Eating exquisite food and savoring a view of the whole thing. I couldn't have been happier.Throughout my meal I watched Turkish playboys trickle in with their exquisitely dressed blondes in tow. Each of the women was dressed in white. Every single one of them. It might have even been the same white dress. They also appeared to have had the same plastic surgeon do their boob-job. Regardless, no one failed to show up in anything but their finest duds. Myself included.I looked up from my book from time to time to take stock of the other patrons. I noticed the woman next to me carefully dabbing tears from her perfectly made up eyes. Then she started smiling. I could never quite figure out why. Eaves dropping didn't help, as the conversation was not only subdued but in Turkish. Istanbul is a city of mysteries. A couple was seated next to me. They were the same age. They also sported the same just barely elevated casual that I did. The girl was Asian; the guy was difficult to tell. They were speaking English, neither natively. I fantasized that they were lovers who met in a distant land and could only continue their affair meeting in Istanbul for all-too-brief romantic encounters. The tasting menu seemed to be a bit exotic for their tastes, as they prodded at the fishy amuse bouche experimentally with a fork and a pair of quizzical looks.Eventually I decided he was German. He was talking about the country as if he was from there. I could tell she was Korean. But then again he was uncharacteristically tan for a Teutonic lad. Turkish German, maybe? Anyway, doesn’t matter. There were more excellent dishes to be had. I was out by 8:50, as promised, and fully sated.After dinner I was eager to stretch my legs in the streets of Istanbul. I called first at a bar that I'd identified as promising on the way up to dinner. It was adjoined to a hostel. I walked through the lobby and a spacious diner to open air patio in back. The walls were festooned with flags and books, as if someone loaded cultural artifacts into a canon and shot it all the wall. Every table was filled. There was a Volkswagen van parked in a corner of the room. Bob Marley and his musical offspring were featured heavily in the musical selection. The place had vibes for days. On the cocktail menu were a bunch of Turkishly named drinks without an ingredient list. I ordered the Fahrettin, for reasons of phonological pleasure. The bartender, a busy guy to be sure, dropped my drink while presenting it to me, spilling on me and my book. He said sorry then wandered off, which I thought was a rather neat trick of nonchalance. What remained of the cocktail was quite good—tequila-based, accompanied by a mysterious concoction in the traditional idiom of Istanbul. He comped me the drink, which seemed like a fair trade for having to wear part of it.Time to hit the streets again. I reemerged into the humid Turkish night and set my course down the steep hill. It was steep enough that if you took a tumble, you’d continue rolling until you spilled out onto the level street a half mile below. I was clearly in a hipster area. Every storefront had a shop, a cool one. There were lively bars, vegan kitchens, and The Pure Love Café. Groups sitting at tables spilled out from restaurants into the street. All the people were good looking and appeared dressed to attract mates. The street featured a modest strip of sidewalk, wide enough to comfortably fit my three leftmost fingers. Enabling a safe place for walking ranked relatively low among its priorities. Mostly it was dedicated to other things, like rubbish bins, cellar stairs, stray cats, their generously proportioned milk bowls, and scooters thrown onto the sidewalk as if abandoned by a fugitive who had escaped down a nearby alley. The texture of the street was a comely but treacherous cobblestone, so the entire thoroughfare was a sort of a mini obstacle course at ground level. The street lights were spaced just far enough apart that when your shadow died in front of you it resurrected behind. Scooters and cars whizzed by as if finding themselves fifteen minutes late for a meeting on the wrong continent. Being a pedestrian in the city requires a certain extra sensory perception for knowing when to be in the street and when to get off. Istanbul is a game of inches.The street dilapidated as I descended. It was no longer populated by hipsters, as it had been near the top, but mothers and aunties sitting outside while mending clothes and folding laundry. At length I found myself back on the main road, which I took in the direction of my hostel. I followed signs to an underground "tramvay" which proved to be a closed market, shuttered for the night. After a few subterranean turns and what seemed to be too far to just cross the street I began to fear I'd been trapped in another Moscow metro maze. Then I resurfaced right in the metro stop that I'd aimed for, where I promptly boarded the next tram. I had learned an important lesson from the Russians—always offer your seat to elders, women, and children. This was taking me far in Turkish etiquette points. I no longer needed to be waved off by elderly men on the subway, but actively offered my seat when they came aboard.When I got off at the stop by my hostel, I noticed a massive hole in the sidewalk where some men were working. It hadn't been there when I left. The men wore plaid shirts, jeans, and one was knocking back a beer (obviously, he was the supervisor). I'd like to think they weren't engaged in any officially sanctioned work but rather indulging in their Saturday evening hobby of amateur ditch digging.I went back to my hostel. In my room I met a young man my age, named Dylan, from San Francisco. He was clearly of a strain of human being known as West Coast Bro. I told him I was also from the West Coast, Seattle. West Coast people have a certain way of communicating with one another, as if everything the other person relates is a cause for minor celebration. The excitement just sort of leaks out. He told me he and his buddies had covered 16 miles the day before."Dude, nice!" I responded."The asian side is pretty chill," he told me "You should go.""Hell yeah, man."This is another thing about the West Coast. The most prized attribute of anything is chill. As in: man, that party last night was chill; I went on a date with a girl, and she was pretty chill, man; I failed that exam, but don’t worry, man, it’s chill. One of the primary reasons why I don’t fit in on the West Coast is that, at 98.8 degrees Fahrenheit, I don’t have an ounce of chill contained anywhere in my body. For example, I go on rants about how silly the notion of chill is. That’s decidedly unchill. But I put on a cool front with Dylan, not to alert him to my lack of chill. In this I achieved a level of success sufficient for him to invite me to hang out. “Hey man, Kevin and I are about to take some vodka shots in his room. Wanna come?”"Sweet!” I told him. “Maybe I’ll meet up later.” I didn’t plan to meet up later.I took leave of Dylan and went up for a drink at the rooftop bar. We had a view of Sultan Ahmet in the evening air. I met an Indian girl who worked as banker in London and a Slovenian professor of public health. We bullshitted for a while. I wasn't quite ready to retire for the evening, having spent much of it sitting at dinner. I went for a walk to take in the evening streets of old city Istanbul. It was not exactly bustling, but there were still people out, mostly in search of food and drink. Restaurants yearned for customers. Turkish men stood outside of their eateries and implored you to dine in their establishments. I'd like to think that if I were really undecided about where to enjoy my next meal that I might actually be swayed by their amicable inducements. I do love to be courted. I returned to the hostel bar, where my friends lingered. We bullshitted more, until late, like 1:30. The Slovenian girl took a look out the window and remarked, “That's an interesting view." Then I retired for the evening.The next morning I was eager to get going. I sprung up, showered, and went out in search of one of the handsome cafes I had passed the night before. I realized as soon as I left that I had no idea where anything was—the grand bazaar, which mosque was the Ayasophia, how to cross to Asia. About three blocks away from my hostel I equivocated for a moment, pacing back and forth as I changed my mind several times over. First I decided f**k it, just wander; then I noted how short of a time I had in the city and I should be prudent about how I use it; then I went back to the first mindset, how hard can it be to find the grand bazaar? It’s pretty big, right? Ultimately I about-faced and went back to the hostel. I pulled out my map and my food recommendations, noting the major landmarks and eating destinations. I had a cup of strong Turkish coffee while I deliberated, along with heavily seeded watermelon. I located the Grand Bazaar, figured out which mosque was the Ayasophia, developed a game plan for my transcontinental crossing, and picked out a breakfast destination. Time to hit the streets.Where Russia is fixed and inflexible, Istanbul is fluid and free flowing. The rules here are like the addresses, an approximation, meant only to get you in the neighborhood. I had begun to understand this the night before when I looked up the address for Mikla and found that it took me to the right block but didn't commit me to any building in particular. The same was now true for my breakfast spot. The Russians would, however, I think, be quite fond of the way the Turks lay out their streets. They couldn't possibly be more convoluted.At length I tracked down my destination in an enclosed market with several different food stalls. I called at the one serving Menemen. It was unclear where exactly the seating area ended and the kitchen began. I presented myself to a gentleman standing vaguely in the part of the restaurant dedicated to preparing food rather than eating it, and asked for some Menemen, please."Only one?"Yes."Please take a seat."That kind of protocol would never have flown in Russia. I still would have been waiting for attention from the waitress when, mere minutes later, I was delivered a bubbling cast-iron pan of egg, pepper, spices, sausage, and tomato, more spice red than yolk yellow. Turkish omelette. After setting it down, the guy took the lid off a Tupperware container, exposing about two whole loaves worth of bread. I eyed it, appreciating the generosity, but not sure what I was supposed to do with about ten times more bread than omelette, by volume. I also ordered a Turkish coffee. I soon realized that what I had at the hostel had not been strong Turkish coffee at all. That was a strong cup of American-style, brewed drip coffee. I had just forgot what strong drip coffee was like, since the Russians enjoy a rather lighter cup. This was the size of an espresso shot, served in an oriental ceramic set. It had the consistency of melted chocolate. The gradient of Turkish coffee starts as liquid and ends as solid. Instead of fork and knife, I used pieces of bread to scoop up the omelette. By the end of my meal I looked over and saw that the Tupperware container was mostly empty. I was immensely satisfied.Before I headed out from breakfast, I spread out my map onto the table. It was a physical copy I had obtained at the airport. I always pick up the free tourist map whenever I touch down in an unfamiliar city. I forgo Google Maps if I can help it. The problem with Google Maps, you see, is that you can never really be lost. It tells you where you are, so you never have to figure it out for yourself. Getting yourself unlost is the best way to quickly become familiar with the layout of a new city. And gaining familiarity with a city’s layout is one of the most efficient ways to gain a sense of intimacy with the place. This was a cityscape I wanted to get to know. I pocketed my phone, resolving not to appeal to its GPS-augmented maps.I set off in the direction of the Grand Bazaar on a circuitous route, for there was no other kind available. I quickly became nowhere in particular. I was not on any discernible path or route. Istanbul is laid out not as a grid but rather as the pattern glass takes when you throw a small rock at it. It’s as if the road-builders made only game-time decisions about where the road should lead as they were laying the foundations. If you set off down a particular thoroughfare you're just as likely to find yourself circling back to your present junction as going on straight ahead. There’s simply no way of knowing. The other thing about the streets of Istanbul is that you never know what you’ll find on them, but you can be pretty sure it will be some sort of informal commerce. If Paris is a moveable feast, then Istanbul is a permanent market. As I wandered—potentially in circles, I couldn’t tell—I wondered where all these textiles come from. There’s a seemingly limitless supply of cheap clothes, shoes, gadgets, bags, household supplies, and provisions of every nature. Whence the demand? Who, for instance, needs four hundred little girl’s wedding dresses? As my mind slowly returned from its absence I grew concerned with whether I would even know when I breached the Grand Bazaar. Everything I passed was a bazaar. All of it seemed pretty imposing. I wasn’t confident I’d be able to distinguish the minor ones from the Grand One. Eventually I discovered I had ambled in correct direction, and I strode in through an arch labeled GRAND BAZAAR, est. 1461.At once I was thrust into a sort of capitalist cathedral with high ceilings and densely packed rows commercial stalls rising toward the heavens like a downtown avenue of product-laden skyscrapers. The scale of it resembled the Sistine Chapel, had it originally been zoned for commercial purposes. Salesmen lingered at their stalls like doormen at a building. In the section I had entered they sold mostly familiar sartorial wares: knockoff Gucci, LV, jerseys from the major soccer clubs, that sort of stuff. They didn’t look to be much engaged in the act of selling. Mostly they stood there drinking tea. The tea was delivered by couriers carrying hanging trays that looked like one side of the scales of law. Many of the salesmen yelled to colleagues across the way, or shared quiet confidences with their business partners in the stall. Most of them were just sitting or standing idly, seeming to take it all in, or at least facing the right direction to do so.I perused a few different boroughs of the Grand Bazaar. There was one with lots of jewelry, shiny and brightly glaring. It was like walking through an intergalactic market hawking small star systems. There was another area, labeled the "Old Bazaar," that sold antiques, like lamps from which you could solicit the services of a genie. The comparatively modern bazaar offered an array of goods without any unifying theme: picture frames, chess boards carved from marble, ceramic plates, glass tea sets, and rakish canes that would seem apropos in the wobbly grip of an octogenarian pimp. Kitty-corner to the stall I looked at now was one with much the same wares—the same chess boards, the same tea sets, though here they were featured in conjunction with various spice jars and décors of an Islamic bent. It occurred to me that something seemed fucked up in the supply and demand system here. There's an awful lot of supply. Turkish economics must operate by different rules, I figured. On the other hand, I wanted all this s**t. It was beautiful and unreasonably cheap. It wasn’t like the flimsy, crappy knockoffs on offer in many such markets. But I didn’t purchase anything, mostly because I didn’t want to have to lug it around. Still, it made me think about the guy selling the stuff. That guy could stand in front of his stall every day for the rest of his life, make his pittance of Turkish Lyra per diem and sell only a handful of goods every so often. It didn’t seem right.As I continued my stroll I noticed a band of policemen: three guys in jeans and Nikes with Polis vests, one strapped imposingly with an AK-47 diagonally across his chest. This is not an entirely uncommon sight around the world, but it is still somewhat off-putting.It wasn’t until I chanced upon the borough of preserved food—with teas, dried fruit, and the like—that the dynamics of Bazaaro economics started to jibe. The supply and demand was amortized. The timescale was that of many years, not of now. It was the opposite of scalable and innovative, the prized economic considerations of the modern West. But it was sustainable, which though highly-touted in the West is a much more low priority distinction. I was struck with the realization that all this would continue to carry on after I left, as it had since 1461. The supply could sit there and the demand could wander in as it may. It wasn’t a simple function of this point in time. It left me with a deeply seated appreciation for object permanence, that things are there even when I’m not looking at them. The world continues to go on, whether or not I appreciate it. And I was sincerely grateful just to see it, even if momentarily.In sum I’ll give the Bazaar points for Grandness, as advertised. But truth be told I expected the Bazaar to be, well, more bizarre. Perhaps I felt it should be filled with turbaned snake charmers, or a well-suited James Bond escaping from a band of international criminals on motorbike, careening off a nearby roof to unsettle a table of civilians just about to sit down for a large family meal. I don't know exactly.It proved easy to exit. However, it was not easy to know where I had exited once back in the unruly constellation of satellite bazaars. I had no idea which direction I was now oriented. When I stopped to get my bearings I saw a huge mosque. Surely, I thought, this would give me a landmark by which to establish my position. Not the case. When I surveyed the area surrounding the Bazaar on my map, I identified no less than a dozen mosques which I could have been gazing at now. For all I knew, this one could've been too minor even to be included on the map.I soon discovered that all roads lead back to the Grand Bazaar. I needed to get the hell out of this area to have a hope at establishing my whereabouts. It took me mere seconds to become completely lost. I was suddenly out of range of the main market and ambling helplessly through a sepia-toned hedge maze of storefronts, delivery trucks, and product-strapped couriers. There were no landmarks and no visibility in any direction. There weren’t even any right angles. There were however half a dozen guys unloading a shipment of approximately seven tonnes of the same little boys underwear. At length I found what seemed a promisingly distinctive landmark: a stately building with a plaque labeled ISTANBUL LISIPI. After a bit of scanning I found it on my map. I appeared to be situated on a street that led directly to the main drag. Nope. I ranged up and down the street, trying both directions, but it refused to spit me out anywhere besides nowhere in particular. I was totally lost again. By now I had made the worthwhile discovery that only sixty percent of the streets were on my map, which was already packed with detail. Only about twenty percent of the included streets featured names. When finally I found the main drag I had been searching for I pieced together post hoc from street names that I had been looking at wrong Istanbul Lisipi. I had been at Lisipi Zirkek, not Lisipi Kiz as I had suspected. Of course.I headed back toward my hostel for a reliable toilet. I found a Starbucks along the way and contemplated a cold coffee. This is something that the rest of the world has yet to figure out—when it’s hot, it’s nice to have the option for an iced coffee or a cold brewed coffee or whatever. Starbucks is the only global institution which reliably abides this philosophy. Also, Starbucks, like me, is from Seattle, so there’s an ounce of hometown pride involved in the process. I have the authority to inform the barista, “I’m from Seattle, so I really know what I’m doing here.” I'll often congratulate the manager on everything being up to snuff. At any rate, the queue was too long, and I desperately required the services of that toilet.Once relieved and back on the street, I realized that I expected Istanbul to have more smells. Even the roasted corn purveyed on the sidewalk is mostly scentless unless you get a really big snootful. I sort of imagined there would be an ever-present light dusting of za’atar or ras el hanout, like Turkey was actually located inside an oven cooking something exotic and seriously delicious.Speaking of seriously delicious, I decided to get some ice cream—something to tide me over until I made my way to Asia for lunch. I fetched up at an ice cream stall, where the gentlemen was engaged in serving a family of a mother and four little ones. Whereas the service of ice cream in the US involves a dim-witted, pimply eighteen-year-old scooping from one of thirty-one barrels and inquiring as to whether you'd prefer a sugar or a waffle cone, Turkish ice cream is served with a demonstration, like a hibachi chef at Benihana. This guy had flair. A magnificent mustache, too. He stood at a cart with a refrigerated cavern housing four barrels. The cones were stacked in a leaning tower on the side of his cart like a human-sized scimitar. Above the ice cream man were bells that he’d swat at deftly and rhythmically with his rapier. In his other hand he held not merely a scoop, but an ice cream spade. He served each child individually. I watched him start the little girl off with a cone on which he dolloped a scoop of pink ice cream. Then he thrust his rapier toward the little girl, who would recoil and giggle. While she was distracted he stole back the scoop he had just moments before conveyed to her. This stirred in her brief consternation followed by more giggling. Thus continued a cycle of dolloping, swatting bells, giggling, stealing, thrusting, and more giggling, until the girl had a cone piled high with four colors of ice cream. She was immensely gratified. As the family left still giggling, the man asked me, “Do you want all four flavors?” His voice was about an octave higher than you’d expect for a man whose upper lip was part wildebeest. “Yes, please,” I told him. My presentation was less elaborate, as I was clearly of a more esteemed clientele than his previous patrons. Thankfully, he still smacked the bells a couple times with his rapier. Then, just as he handed me the cone he upended it, and pretended to drop the ice cream. He performed the act so convincingly and with such conviction that my heart dropped and hit the floor at approximately the same time as the cone would have if he had actually dropped it. I giggled like the little girl. Getting Turkish ice cream, I noted, was one of best decisions I’ve ever made.As I gummed down my ice cream—it was chewy, flavorful, and unrepentantly delightful—I walked past the Sultan Ahmet mosque situated next to my hostel. I reflected on its grandeur, a sort of fractal monolith. Buildings were much better when we built them for God.I descended the hill on the other side of Sultan Ahmet, headed vaguely in the direction of the famous Ayasophia. I watched as the Bosphorus river shimmered in the distance, like the eponymous cymbals. It was a stroke of brash, spangled sapphire in the otherwise dusty cityscape of Istanbul. I thought I was on a street that would take me directly to Ayasophia. I wasn’t. I intended to cut smartly across the residential hillside, but instead I ended up at the bottom of it on an arterial street that more or less circumscribed Istanbul where it meets the water. I walked along that street. Clearly I would make it to Ayasophia eventually if I just stayed on this street. I spent forty-five minutes walking along, at first admiring the shimmering Bosphorus but then realizing that it was about high time to ask where the f**k this mosque was. How the hell do I get there? I knew I was getting close because I had to pick my way through a kilometer long queue of idling tour buses, their drivers napping in their vans. I still couldn’t see anything of significance. Impatiently, I glanced at Google Maps. I didn’t feel as though I was on the verge of becoming unlost. When at length I found my way there, I became confused. That’s it? I thought to myself. There was no real sight, just a mosque. There are mosques every seven or eight steps in this city, so that’s not exactly a big deal. It wasn’t even large. I guess its esteem derives from the fact that it is exceptionally old. As I scrolled unromantically through Google Maps to see if I was indeed missing anything, I realized that I hadn’t even been looking at the famed and idyllic Bosphorus river, as I had thought. It was actually the Marmara Sea. I stormed off, incredulous that I had gone to such trouble just to ogle at something so underwhelming. I later discovered that I had not visited the Ayasophia but the "little" Ayasophia, whose diminutive I had failed to notice. Totally different site. At any rate, I was ready for a new destination. I was ready for my transcontinental crossing to Asia.I gambled that a bus could take me along the waterfront to the Eminönü ferry terminal. I didn’t know that it would. But it seemed a good bet, since I was on a main drag headed toward a central location. I walked along but there were no bus stops. Magically, as with Catbus bounding out of the darkness in My Neighbor Totoro, a bus appeared with the word Eminönü on top. I waved the bus over, it stopped, and triumphantly I stepped aboard. Not only did it drop me at the intended ferry terminal, but I realized quickly that I was about a manhattan block away from my pide recommendation. I knew this would give me the strength necessary for my transcontinental voyage. Pide is essentially Turkish pizza, but greasier and meatier and therefore better. It comes in an elliptical shape, with a folded galette shell. It’s like a pizza crust orbiting a galaxy of meaty, saucy goodness. I happily inhaled a full serving before setting off for Asia.I had no explicit destination in Asia. My plan was just to get on a ferry and see where I ended up. There were three ferry terminals, all with vastly different destinations, spanning multiple continents, though I couldn’t quite tell which one went where. I boarded the one I evaluated to have the highest probability of terminating in Asia. I hoped at the very least it would end up somewhere still in Turkey. I boarded the maritime vessel along with six hundred of my closest Turkish friends, and together we set sail for I knew not where. I was one of the last aboard, as I had more or less hopped on whichever ferry left soonest. There was precisely three quarters of a seat available when I got on, and I wedged myself in on the top deck next to some Turkish youths. We took a sharp right out of Eminönü, back along the waterfront where I had taken the bus from Ayasophia. I looked at the hill of Istanbul from the water. After about thirty minutes the boat docked. I went down to the gang plank to discern whether I was at a decent location to disembark. I stood there while the boat’s ramp met the dock. No one got off. Several hundred new passengers stood in wait to pile on. I had no idea where we were, or where this boat would go next. I asked a few people around me—"Excuse me, where are we?" Everyone’s reply was uniformly unhelpful, "Sorry, no English." I equivocated, then at the last second I jumped ship right as boat was kicking off. Good thing, too. I believe the boat was going on to Beşiktaş, back in Europe.I had made it to Asia. But before I got to exploring I needed to make arrangements to get back to Eminönü. I couldn’t afford to be stuck in Asia and miss my flight. Luckily, the ferry official standing in the vicinity of the terminal was able to direct me to the proper concourse where I found the schedule. There were ferries back to Eminönü every twenty minutes. Perfect.It was time for a quick jaunt around Asia, a sort of warm up lap before I headed there in earnest. In front of me was a grey and sprawling business district along the water. The action clearly was located on the hill behind it. I ascended. Immediately, I was struck by a feeling of recognition. I was in Hong Kong. It felt to me like an Asian San Francisco, built on a hillside, with brightly lit storefronts catering to an amalgam of eastern and western sensibilities. There was an idiosyncratic flow to people’s movement, also as in Hong Kong. They move with the same purpose they do in West but on the madhouse, strewn-about streets of Asia: Manhattanites in a maze. I wandered into a used bookstore, the delightful kind where the proprietor values books more than organization. He delivered me to the English language section, and over-explained to me how the system worked. I appreciated the earnestness, but I had ascertained everything I needed to know pretty early on: here are the books. At any rate, the Turks must be avid readers because they have a s**t-tonne of book stores. I called afterward at a hipster coffee shop. They had cold brewed coffee in a carafe lingering in a space of frigid clime. Amazing.I sat outside and listened the conversations of the other patrons. They were all conducted in Turkish. As I matched words to menu items, I realized that spoken Turkish words begin the way I expect, then terminate in something completely indecipherable. At length, I descended back to my port-of-call for a late afternoon trip from Kadıköy, which I learned was the name of the terminal, to Eminönü. I sat atop the ferry in the dusky light of Istanbul.Eventually I arrived back in Europe. Then I headed to the metro, almost embarked, but decided against it in favor of one more stroll through the streets up to the hostel. At a three way intersection I saw a pavilion with mini chairs and tables, oriental table clothes, and these tiny Turkish teas I’d been seeing all day. I wanted one. It was perfectly positioned to watch the people traffic, too. Strong black tea in a glass three inches tall. Slightly more than a generous shot glass. I repaired back to the hostel bar just in time to watch the evening's soccer match.It was five, or just after. I looked out over Sultan Ahmet. Then a noise. Let me just say, there is nothing more exotic than the five o’clock call to prayer over the loud speaker in a Muslim city. It is the most non-Western sound in the world. It sounds to naive (and potentially blasphemous) ears like a sitar player drunk on a far eastern spirit, crooning a love song you'll never know the story to. It continues for just about ever. The cadence is such that it dies down, and just when you forgot about it, begins blaring again at the highest register, making the descent all over again.There was one last stop on my Turkish agenda: Asmalı Cavit. It is an eating establishment located by Mikla—by now feeling like an old haunt of mine—and serving hot and cold meze. When I presented myself to the maitre d’ I inquired about procuring a seat in the restaurant. “Inside is complicated,” he told me, enigmatically. Then he brought me round to an adjacent corridor, which was filled with white-clothed tables. This area was less complicated. I could take a seat toward the back, if that was fine with me. Happily, I accepted. The corridor was terraced, so there were three levels of diners. Since I occupied the furthest back it was also the highest and most regal. I wouldn’t even have to leave my seat to make my usual rounds of inspecting what everyone else is eating. When the waiter approached me I confided in him that I wasn’t sure what to order but I wanted lots. He required no further information. “I’ll bring you a plate of cold starters.” I’ve never felt so understood. As he turned to submit my order I called out, “Wait!”“Yes?”“I’ll take an order of Raki, please.” Turkish absinthe.“With water?” he said, and raised an eye brow.“Sure,” I acquiesced. I wasn’t sure how one was supposed to take Turkish absinthe, so I went with the house recommendation. The Raki came out swiftly. It was served as a triptych. There was the shot-glass worth of absinthe, a tall glass filled with ice, and a small a pitcher of cold water. I set to work on my build-your-own Turkish cocktail, dumping the absinthe over the ice wholesale. I settled on a portion of water somewhere between my masculine inclination for neat spirits and the rather large volume the glass would contain. Of a sudden, the concoction turned ghostly white—chemistry meets conjuring. I took a sip. “Jesus Christ!!” This seemed the only handle by which my mind could grasp the experience. The drink felt like a swift kick to the nuts, but it happened where my face should have been instead of further south. I ventured another sip. Another audible “Jesus Christ!!” was the only response I could produce. There was something eminently realistic about imbibing this drink, like reality shone through with startling clarity after every intake. Two sips in, I could feel clinically interesting effects come on. I tried to recall whether I had passed any banks on the way up here, and I flirted with the idea of sticking them up. Just as I remembered I forgot to bring my pistol, my cold starters came, a plate of delicious mysteries. I was filled with a child’s wonder as I surveyed a landscape of variously colored and textured entities I knew nothing about. I stuck them in my mouth to learn more. The servings resembled what you’d find in the prepared section of your local deli, but it was as if they were assembled by a martian who was given a slate of fresh earthly ingredients and a keen incisiveness for eliciting delightful gustatory experiences. This alien had none of our usual prejudices about how food should look or be combined. There were spicy little green beans (actually seaweed), fava beans, spiced tomato paste, all with a vibrancy and color palate that felt at once exotic and lucid. I took another cool hit of Raki-inspired reality. “Jésus Cristo!!” It came out in Spanish this time.I took a break from the plate and surveyed my surroundings. I cast my gaze skyward. There was no sky, it was simply the interior façade of an apartment complex. I was seated almost in the inner courtyard. I dispatched with my food much as a dog chows down on her bowl, though with the addition of much happy and rewarding experimentation—“what if I dipped the seaweed in the tomato? Exquisite!” When I was finished and ready for another go-around my waiter was nowhere in the vicinity. I searched around for him, but all I could see were the goblins hanging from the AC units of apartments above and the other patrons in the restaurant wearing grass skirts and dancing the hula in unison. I made visual contact with the waiter from across the room. I gestured that I was ready for the next round. He made a circular motion with his hands and mouthed the word next. I nodded. He gave me the thumbs up and left, never to be heard from again. The goblins must’ve got him. I sat patiently for about twenty minutes before getting up, collapsing like a felled tree, dusting myself off, and inquiring with the only remaining familiar face—the Maitre D’, he who spake of complicated matters—about whether I had an order forthcoming. “No,” he told me politely. I told him I'd like to fix that. I ordered the lamb chop, which I had been eyeing. Then I added, “I’ll have another plate of starters, too.” What I had meant to convey was that I’d like a different plate of starters—a martian landscape as mysterious as the first, perhaps sweltering this time. I thought since my terse order had been so deftly intuited the first time around, I’d be just as lucky the second. I wasn’t. I got the exact same plate of cold starters, which I still wolfed it down, scattering bits of kibble across the white-tiled kitchen floor. I paid the reckoning, then at the moment I reached for my last dose of absinthe I was sucked into it, like a flushing toilet, and all at once found myself back at the hostel. It had been a Portkey.Intrigued by this newfound form of transportation but otherwise undaunted, I collected my bags from Cheers and bid farewell to my friends, Ahmed and Sinan. “Later, man!” they called as I scooted out along the cobbled streets of Istanbul to grab a train back to the airport.I took a seat on the train—old men, women, and children be damned. I pulled out my phone, connected the train’s Wifi (yes, Americans, even economically imperiled developing countries offer this service now), and began to watch the second half of a World Cup game, Portugal versus someone. As I streamed the match, I saw the white-mustached Turkish gentleman next to me eyeing my screen, surreptitiously, as one eyes a dirty magazine tucked away in the far corner of the rack. I inclined the screen toward him, a gesture of international goodwill. He nodded in appreciation, and together we gazed at the figures jaunting around on the otherwise verdant illuminations of my phone. Moments into our shared and intimate viewing experience, the Turkish man leaned in to share a confidence.“Beşiktaş is number one team in Turkey.” He gave me a wide smile. “Beşiktaş is my team,” he clarified, pressing a thumb to his chest and then an index finger distantly toward, presumably, the glorious municipality of Beşiktaş.“Oh?” I said, impressed.Then he pointed at the screen, “Pepe plays for Beşiktaş.”Pepe is a Portuguese defensive stalwart. He is one of Portugal’s most internationally prominent players, after Cristiano Ronaldo. Not only that, the man relayed as further intelligence: the Beşiktaş outfit also boasts among its numbers Ricardo Quaresma, who is a less distinguished footballer, but notable as one of the few Portuguese players who doesn’t identify under a mononym.“Oh, wow,” I intoned, convincingly, as if playing an Owen Wilson character.This Turkish-American connection via the Portuguese pleased us both and we sat there in happy silence for a few minutes. Then he retrieved his phone from his shirt pocket. He scrolled through and offered me a picture of him and his daughter at a game, indicating that this was Beşiktaş. “This is very nice,” I said. In return I offered a picture of Haily and me at our Portugal game in Russia and explained how I had actually been at World Cup before coming to Turkey. The man was keen on this information, as of course he was, because Beşiktaş is technically in Europe.When his stop came we parted as friends, as two men who had just before been strangers and in the intervening moments shared with one another intimate experiences held closely to our hearts and connected on a deeply-felt, fundamentally human level, which only an event like the World Cup brings out. Soon the train pulled up at the airport terminal. And as I hopped off the train I reached into my jacket pocket where I felt the smooth surface of a foreign object. I looked down and pulled out a manila envelope. It was stuffed with reams of neatly wrapped, bank-marked two-hundred Lira notes. “Now where do you suppose these came from?” I said to myself, depositing them furtively back into my pocket and making my way through the automatic doors of Istanbul’s Ataturk airport.I got to the airport at 11:30 PM for my 1:30 AM flight. The muslim girl at the Turkish Airlines check-in counter greeted me cheerfully. I handed her my passport. She banged away on the keyboard as airline clerks do—about a thousand clicks for what you imagine can only be about a dozen bits of information. Then she pulled a phone up to her ear and made a call. It wasn’t a short call, either. Not a good sign. She was speaking in Turkish, but I could make out the word “standby.” My stomach dropped. This had happened to me once before, in Mumbai. I had booked an intercontinental flight (on Air f*****g France, for the record), which was slated to depart in the wee hours for Paris en route back to America. There had been a tinsy miscalculation, and the doggedly optimistic algorithms at Air France had, unfortunately, unexpectedly, inexplicably, overbooked the flight. I was one of a handful of ticketed passengers denied entry. As you can imagine, I wasn’t happy. But as you also might be able to imagine, there were people who got more heated than I. One guy started yelling at the poor Indian girl behind the desk, “You can’t DO this to me! Do you know who I AM? I have somewhere to BE!” She did her best to assuage him. At first I understood his rage, empathized even, at least in the sense of mirroring his emotion. I thought he was a douchebag for yelling at her, sure, but I understood where he was coming from. He continued in this vein for tens of minutes. “Where I have to be is IMPORTANT! And I am getting on that PLANE!” Eventually I couldn’t watch anymore, because he was taking his anger out on this girl who couldn’t do anything about it. “Do you know who I AM?” He yelled at the clerk. “Yes, fuckhole we all know who you are,” I chimed in. “You’re a pompous, self-important, poorly-adjusted jerk. So just sit down and shut up like the rest of us.” I didn’t actually say that to him. But I did intervene and attempt to soothe him, which worked and the girl shot me a look of sincere gratitude.Anyway, the muslim girl on the phone had still not addressed me directly. She went over to her colleague for a brief conference. Then she returned and told me to follow. We went over to another counter. She consulted again with her colleagues in Turkish. After they reached a verdict, her colleague printed me a boarding pass. The girl handed it to me, smiling, and said, “Your gate is not open yet, but you can go through customs.” I looked down at my ticket.“Is there a problem?” I asked. Where my boarding pass should’ve had a seat number it just said “JMP.”“The flight’s overbooked,” she told me. “Just wait at the gate until everyone else is boarded. Then see if you get on.”While I’d been waiting I had noticed a sign that said you should request a compensation brochure in the event that you’re bumped from a flight due to overbooking. I requested one.“I don’t understand,” she said, suddenly not an adept English speaker.“Brochure,” I said, pointing at the sign.“No brochure,” she countered. “You’ll be fine.”I gave her a blank look for three silent seconds, then dismissively rolled my eyes at her and huffed off. As I walked away I thought about how that wasn’t a very nice thing of me to do and, reminded of my time in Mumbai, turned back and yelled, “Do you know who I AM?”I was in the throws of uncertainty concerning one’s destiny that only a waylaid transcontinental flight can bring on. I threw down my bags at the gate I was slated to fly out of and took a brief leave of consciousness, which was the most productive thing I could bring myself to do. When I awoke I was still marinating in qualms about the stochastic nature of my flight assignment—would I be able to get on another flight? Would I have to go back into the city? Would Sinan and Ahmed take me back? Of course they would, I assured myself. But it didn’t help.As the seating area around the gate filled up, I started to see them—white Africans. They were headed to Johannesburg, like me. They were speaking Afrikaans. I would’ve found this very exciting if I weren’t so nervous. One by one I watched each of them be graciously accepted onto the plane. Once the great throng of people had boarded the plane, I presented myself at the counter to be installed into any unclaimed seat. They said they were still waiting for a few passengers to trickle in. I took a half step away from their desk and tried to put on a patient face as I waited. Joining me in hoping that the stragglers had succumb to some unfortunate scenario were a couple of backpackers and an asian girl, with tattoos, in her thirties. We shared brief commiserations. A pang of kinship shot between us while resting in the clammy and masculine hands of Lady Fortuna.“Hope we get on,” the Asian girl offered to me.“Yeah, me too,” I replied.A family with two small children came running through the terminal, waving their tickets, and petitioning the agents not to close the door just yet.Then as the doors were closing, in dramatic slow motion, the clerks went bang-bang on their keyboards and out popped a fistful of boarding passes. They presented them to me and the two backpackers. They told the Asian girl there was no room for her. The three of us gave our comrade a doleful look as we were ushered down the runway. I wished her luck. Then I promptly forgot about her. For me, this was a happy occasion. I was on my way to Africa.Next Episode:Thanks for checking out Season 1 of Notes from the Field. If you’ve enjoyed it, please consider becoming a premium subscriber. I’m trying to do more of this kind of travel writing in the future. 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It's that time again as we charge through Platform 9 and 3/4 for another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This month, we're taking a look at the fourth entry in the Harry Potter series, 2005's Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. As fans know, this is the entry where the stakes really kick into gear, propelling towards the inevitable conclusion. So to help us break down the pivotal installment of Harry's story, original Crooked Table Podcast co-host Freddy Yaniz joins us. We'll discuss how the film's many shocking twists, why the relationship drama matters, and when exactly viewers are supposed to suspect what's really going on at the Triwizard Tournament. So grab your Portkey, steer clear of hedge mazes, and sharpen up your Expeliarmus skills as The Boy Who Lived comes face to face with destiny in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire! SYNOPSIS The fourth Harry Potter movie sees Harry (Daniel Radcliffe) returning to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Along with his friends, Ron (Rupert Grint) and Hermione (Emma Watson), it's another year of magic and mystery. Hogwarts hosts a tournament between three schools, with one participant selected from each school by the Goblet of Fire. When Harry's name is drawn unexpectedly, he must compete in the dangerous contest. SHOW NOTES Listen to our Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone episode featuring Bri Azmoudeh of Geeky Girl Gab! Check out our Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets episode featuring Teri Sears! Listen to our Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban episode featuring Jackson Smith! Join the Crooked Table Crew by becoming an official patron over at Patreon.com/CrookedTable Subscribe to the Crooked Table Podcast on Apple Podcasts so that you never miss a moment! Listen to the Crooked Table Podcast on Spotify! The Crooked Table Podcast is also on Stitcher! Reach Robert Yaniz Jr. on Twitter at @crookedtable. Connect with Crooked Table on social media: Facebook  |  Twitter  |  Tumblr

Book 4, Chapter 6: The Portkey

Welcome to another episode of our Harry Potter review show, THROUGH THE PORTKEY, where, in each episode, we discuss a film in the Harry Potter franchise. This episode, Shawn is joined by both Kalyn and Sara to bring their insights on the differences between book and movie versions of the sixth installment of the series... HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE!! So, sit back and ready your wands, because you're about to go... Through The Portkey! Enjoy! Shawn: www.twitter.com/Shawn_AFK Sara: www.twitter.com/sseabock Kalyn: www.twitter.com/KalynRose715 Be sure to RATE, REVIEW, & SUBSCRIBE! Check out more from Merc With A Movie Blog on social media: Facebook: www.facebook.com/MercWithAMovieBlog Twitter: www.twitter.com/MovieBlogMerc Instagram: www.instagram.com/MovieBlogMerc Website: www.mercwithamovieblog.com --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/movieblogmerc/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/movieblogmerc/support

We discuss chapters 5 and 6 of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. We talk about how college is not for everyone and society needs to stop putting so much pressure on that track, and much more! --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/wineandwordsbooktalks/message

The Weasley twins are going into the joke business! Everyone's gearing up for Quidditch World Cup! Travel by Portkey! Percy's boss doesn't know his name! A look at the real lives of wizards from around the world! And what the fuck is the deal with this Bertha Jorkins woman? Enjoy this recap of chapters 5-8 of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire! This week we're "Running Our Filthy Mouths" about: Mental Health (Skip to around the 17 minute mark if you want to get straight to Potter Talk) Subscribe to our YouTube ( https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCF07vMIYu48Pe3QCYo2t76Q?view_as=subscriber ) to see video pods and more! Two Filthy Nerds has a (currently) very Harry Potter PATREON! ( https://app.redcircle.com/shows/04e6d748-db57-4d1f-a9f9-a163e1a6b969/ep/4c6f254b-209d-495e-b126-426eecada8d3/patreon.com/twofilthynerds ) Join to help support your favorite dirty dorks and to be part of LIVE chapter readings, tea times and MORE!!!! Early episode release! Bonus content! Be part of the recordings! A HUGE grand prize!!! And so much more!!! Come get in on the magic! Join the Facebook group! ( https://app.redcircle.com/shows/04e6d748-db57-4d1f-a9f9-a163e1a6b969/ep/4c6f254b-209d-495e-b126-426eecada8d3/facebook.com/groups/namethatpod ) Two Filthy Nerds is a podcast where your favorite BFF comedians JMS & Nicole Aimée Schreiber deep dive into fandoms! Currently Exploring: The Harry Potter World! JMS is an HP nerd and Nicole has NEVER read any of the books or seen ANY of the movies! So she's just diving into the Hogwarts world for the first time. Patrons will vote on our next nerd series once we complete the Harry Potter world! At Two Filthy Nerds, we believe trans women are women and black lives matter. Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/two-filthy-nerds/donations Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brands

Welcome to another episode of our Harry Potter review show, THROUGH THE PORTKEY, where, in each episode, we discuss a film in the Harry Potter franchise. This episode, Shawn is joined by both Kalyn and Sara to bring their insights on the differences between book and movie versions of the fifth installment of the series... HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX!! So, sit back and ready your wands, because you're about to go... Through The Portkey! Enjoy! Shawn: www.twitter.com/Shawn_AFK Sara: www.twitter.com/sseabock Kalyn: www.twitter.com/KalynRose715 Be sure to RATE, REVIEW, & SUBSCRIBE! Check out more from Merc With A Movie Blog on social media: Facebook: www.facebook.com/MercWithAMovieBlog Twitter: www.twitter.com/MovieBlogMerc Instagram: www.instagram.com/MovieBlogMerc Website: www.mercwithamovieblog.com --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/movieblogmerc/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/movieblogmerc/support

Join us for a brand new episode of 'Go Get That Rose', a podcast dedicated to talking about what's going on in Bachelor Nation. This week Sara and Kristin talk about the sixth and final episode of the new spinoff show, 'The Bachelor Presents: Listen To Your Heart', breaking down all the happenings on this latest episode. For the finale, they wrap up and try to make sense of this weird new show. Can they do it? Listen to find out. So sit back and enjoy this crazy ride through Bachelor Nation! Sara also hosts a new show called Beyond the Screen and Co-hosts Through the Portkey. Check them out on the Merc With A Movie Blog podcast network, available on all the major podcast platforms (Anchor, Apple Podcasts, Google Play, Stitcher, Spotify, and more!). Follow Sara on Twitter: twitter.com/sseabock Follow Kristin Rose on Twitter: twitter.com/kristinroseaaay Anchor link for content by Merc With A Movie Blog: anchor.fm/movieblogmerc Be sure to RATE, REVIEW, & SUBSCRIBE! Check out more from Merc With A Movie Blog on social media: Facebook: www.facebook.com/MercWithAMovieBlog Twitter: www.twitter.com/MovieBlogMerc Instagram: www.instagram.com/MovieBlogMerc Website: www.mercwithamovieblog.com --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/movieblogmerc/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/movieblogmerc/support

Join us for a brand new episode of 'Go Get That Rose', a podcast dedicated to talking about what's going on in Bachelor Nation. This week Sara and Kristin talk about the fifth episode of the new spinoff show, 'The Bachelor Presents: Listen To Your Heart' while breaking down all the happenings on this latest episode. Is it true that whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas? Listen to find out. So sit back and enjoy this crazy ride through Bachelor Nation! Sara also hosts a new show called Beyond the Screen and Co-hosts Through the Portkey. Check them out on the Merc With A Movie Blog podcast network, available on all the major podcast platforms (Anchor, Apple Podcasts, Google Play, Stitcher, Spotify, and more!). Follow Sara on Twitter: twitter.com/sseabock Follow Kristin Rose on Twitter: twitter.com/kristinroseaaay Anchor link for content by Merc With A Movie Blog: anchor.fm/movieblogmerc Be sure to RATE, REVIEW, & SUBSCRIBE! Check out more from Merc With A Movie Blog on social media: Facebook: www.facebook.com/MercWithAMovieBlog Twitter: www.twitter.com/MovieBlogMerc Instagram: www.instagram.com/MovieBlogMerc Website: www.mercwithamovieblog.com --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/movieblogmerc/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/movieblogmerc/support

Welcome to another episode of our Harry Potter review show, THROUGH THE PORTKEY! Each episode, we bring on a guest to discuss a film in the Harry Potter franchise. The catch... that guest hasn't read the book of that particular film. As Shawn and Sara bring their insights on the differences between book and movie, their guest will enter with an untainted set of eyes. In this episode, our hosts are joined by fellow Merc host, Mike, to take on the fourth installment of the series... HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET OF FIRE!! So, sit back and ready your wands, because you're about to go... Through The Portkey! Enjoy! Shawn: www.twitter.com/Shawn_AFK Sara: www.twitter.com/sseabock Kalyn: www.twitter.com/KalynRose715 Be sure to RATE, REVIEW, & SUBSCRIBE! Check out more from Merc With A Movie Blog on social media: Facebook: www.facebook.com/MercWithAMovieBlog Twitter: www.twitter.com/MovieBlogMerc Instagram: www.instagram.com/MovieBlogMerc Website: www.mercwithamovieblog.com --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/movieblogmerc/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/movieblogmerc/support

Join us for a brand new episode of 'Go Get That Rose', a podcast dedicated to talking about what's going on in Bachelor Nation. This week Sara and Kristin talk about the fourth episode of the new spinoff show, 'The Bachelor Presents: Listen To Your Heart' while breaking down all the happenings on this latest episode. They were meant to be there forever, but instead, they went home. So sit back and enjoy this crazy ride through Bachelor Nation! Sara also hosts a new show called Beyond the Screen and Co-hosts Through the Portkey. Check them out on the Merc With A Movie Blog podcast network, available on all the major podcast platforms (Anchor, Apple Podcasts, Google Play, Stitcher, Spotify, and more!). Follow Sara on Twitter: twitter.com/sseabock Follow Kristin Rose on Twitter: twitter.com/kristinroseaaay Anchor link for content by Merc With A Movie Blog: anchor.fm/movieblogmerc Be sure to RATE, REVIEW, & SUBSCRIBE! Check out more from Merc With A Movie Blog on social media: Facebook: www.facebook.com/MercWithAMovieBlog Twitter: www.twitter.com/MovieBlogMerc Instagram: www.instagram.com/MovieBlogMerc Website: www.mercwithamovieblog.com --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/movieblogmerc/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/movieblogmerc/support

Join us for a brand new episode of 'Go Get That Rose', a podcast dedicated to talking about what's going on in Bachelor Nation. This week Sara and Kristin to talk about the third episode of the new spinoff show 'The Bachelor Presents: Listen To Your Heart'! They break down all the happenings on this latest episode, while still trying to figure out what this show is about. But at least we finally got some performances. So sit back and enjoy this crazy ride through Bachelor Nation! Sara also hosts a new show called Beyond the Screen and Co-hosts Through the Portkey. Check them out on the Merc With A Movie Blog podcast network, available on all the major podcast platforms (Anchor, Apple Podcasts, Google Play, Stitcher, Spotify, and more!). Follow Sara on Twitter: twitter.com/sseabock Follow Kristin Rose on Twitter: twitter.com/kristinroseaaay Anchor link for content by Merc With A Movie Blog: anchor.fm/movieblogmerc Be sure to RATE, REVIEW, & SUBSCRIBE! Check out more from Merc With A Movie Blog on social media: Facebook: www.facebook.com/MercWithAMovieBlog Twitter: www.twitter.com/MovieBlogMerc Instagram: www.instagram.com/MovieBlogMerc Website: www.mercwithamovieblog.com --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/movieblogmerc/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/movieblogmerc/support

Welcome to another episode of our Harry Potter review show, THROUGH THE PORTKEY! Each episode, we bring on a guest to discuss a film in the Harry Potter franchise. The catch... that guest hasn't read the book of that particular film. As Shawn Kalyn, and Sara bring their insights on the differences between book and movie, their guest will enter with an untainted set of eyes. In this episode, our hosts are joined by returning guest, Brendan, to take on the third installment of the series... HARRY POTTER AND THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN!! So, sit back and ready your wands, because you're about to go... Through The Portkey! Enjoy! Shawn: www.twitter.com/Shawn_AFK Sara: www.twitter.com/sseabock Kalyn: www.twitter.com/KalynRose715 Be sure to RATE, REVIEW, & SUBSCRIBE! Check out more from Merc With A Movie Blog on social media: Facebook: www.facebook.com/MercWithAMovieBlog Twitter: www.twitter.com/MovieBlogMerc Instagram: www.instagram.com/MovieBlogMerc Website: www.mercwithamovieblog.com --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/movieblogmerc/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/movieblogmerc/support

Join us for a brand new episode of 'Go Get That Rose', a podcast dedicated to talking about what's going on in Bachelor Nation. This week Sara and Kristin to talk about the second episode of the new spinoff show 'The Bachelor Presents: Listen To Your Heart'! They break down all the happenings on this latest episode and ask the most important question: did that girl just say she communicates through song?!? Wow. So sit back and enjoy this crazy ride through Bachelor Nation! Sara also hosts a new show called Beyond the Screen and Co-hosts Through the Portkey. Check them out on the Merc With A Movie Blog podcast network, available on all the major podcast platforms (Anchor, Apple Podcasts, Google Play, Stitcher, Spotify, and more!). Follow Sara on Twitter: twitter.com/sseabock Follow Kristin Rose on Twitter: twitter.com/kristinroseaaay Anchor link for content by Merc With A Movie Blog: anchor.fm/movieblogmerc Be sure to RATE, REVIEW, & SUBSCRIBE! Check out more from Merc With A Movie Blog on social media: Facebook: www.facebook.com/MercWithAMovieBlog Twitter: www.twitter.com/MovieBlogMerc Instagram: www.instagram.com/MovieBlogMerc Website: www.mercwithamovieblog.com --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/movieblogmerc/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/movieblogmerc/support

Join us for a brand new episode of 'Go Get That Rose', a podcast dedicated to talking about what's going on in Bachelor Nation. This week Sara is joined by returning guest, Kristin Rose, to talk about the new spinoff show 'The Bachelor Presents: Listen To Your Heart'! They break down the premiere and give their thoughts on this brand new addition to the Bachelor Nation. Sara also hosts a new show called Beyond the Screen and Co-hosts Through the Portkey. Check them out on the Merc With A Movie Blog podcast network, available on all the major podcast platforms (Anchor, Apple Podcasts, Google Play, Stitcher, Spotify, and more!). Follow Sara on Twitter: twitter.com/sseabock Follow Kristin Rose on Twitter: twitter.com/kristinroseaaay Anchor link for content by Merc With A Movie Blog: anchor.fm/movieblogmerc Be sure to RATE, REVIEW, & SUBSCRIBE! Check out more from Merc With A Movie Blog on social media: Facebook: www.facebook.com/MercWithAMovieBlog Twitter: www.twitter.com/MovieBlogMerc Instagram: www.instagram.com/MovieBlogMerc Website: www.mercwithamovieblog.com --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/movieblogmerc/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/movieblogmerc/support

Welcome to another episode of our Harry Potter review show, THROUGH THE PORTKEY! Each episode, we bring on a guest to discuss a film in the Harry Potter franchise. The catch... that guest hasn't read the book of that particular film. As Shawn and Sara bring their insights on the differences between book and movie, their guest will enter with an untainted set of eyes. In this episode, our hosts are joined by fellow Merc and co-host of SEN After Live and Go Get That Rose, J Wade, to take on the second installment of the series... HARRY POTTER AND THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS!! So, sit back and ready your wands, because you're about to go... Through The Portkey! Enjoy! Shawn: www.twitter.com/Shawn_AFK Sara: www.twitter.com/sseabock J Wade: www.twitter.com/JWade1134 Be sure to RATE, REVIEW, & SUBSCRIBE! Check out more from Merc With A Movie Blog on social media: Facebook: www.facebook.com/MercWithAMovieBlog Twitter: www.twitter.com/MovieBlogMerc Instagram: www.instagram.com/MovieBlogMerc Website: www.mercwithamovieblog.com --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/movieblogmerc/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/movieblogmerc/support

Welcome to the premiere episode of our Harry Potter review show, THROUGH THE PORTKEY! Each episode, Shawn and Kalyn will bring on a guest to discuss a film in the Harry Potter franchise. The catch... that guest hasn't read the book of that particular film. As Shawn and Kalyn bring their insights on the differences between book and movie, their guest will enter with an untainted set of eyes. In this episode, our hosts are joined by Shawn's friend, Brendan, as they start things off with the first of the series... HARRY POTTER AND THE SORCERER'S STONE!! So, sit back and ready your wands, because you're about to go... Through The Portkey! Enjoy! Shawn: www.twitter.com/Shawn_AFK Kalyn: www.twitter.com/kalynrose715 Be sure to RATE, REVIEW, & SUBSCRIBE! Check out more from Merc With A Movie Blog on social media: Facebook: www.facebook.com/MercWithAMovieBlog Twitter: www.twitter.com/MovieBlogMerc Instagram: www.instagram.com/MovieBlogMerc Website: www.mercwithamovieblog.com --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/movieblogmerc/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/movieblogmerc/support

It's time for the next three chapters of Goblet of Fire, the introduction of the Portkey concept, and the return of mafia references! Kev and Amanda are delving into the logistics of getting an assload of wizards to one place and the titillation of cauldron-bottom thickness. Plus: porridge talk, Kev gets quizzed on The Weasley Birth Order, and Professor Kevlawney makes a prediction that will win or fail as soon as next week. Support the show (http://patreon.com/thefoxandthefoxhound)

In what seems to be a book long lead up to just get to the Quidditch World Cup, we join our boy Weasleys, Hermoine, Ginny, and Harry as they hike through a town and up a hill to touch a boot. We do get some solid, creative world building along the way as we learn all about the transportation methods of the Wizarding World. We also give some health advice to our white friends and talk about Sonic a lot.  If there's anything coming up in this book that you want us to talk about on air, email us your questions - either written or recorded - to magiclessmyke@gmail.com, or tweet us @magiclessmyke and follow us on Insta @magiclessmyke! 

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Diane and Sean discuss the "sportiest" and first PG-13 rated installment of the HP series, The Goblet of Fire. Episode music is "Quidditch World Cup" and "Story Continues" by Patrick Doyle.Support the show (https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted_button_id=FDAK8MLABD6SG&source=url)

In this episode, we discuss the following magical transportation methods: Hogwarts Express Dragons Centaurs Zouwous Apparition/Disapparition Portkey Magic Carpet Vanishing Cabinet Knight Bus

Join us while we discuss chapter 6 of Goblet of Fire, The Portkey!  EXCITING NEWS! Our website is officially LIVE! Check it out for all of our latest news, merchandise, FAQs, and more! www.swishflickcast.comWe have a mailbox now! If you ever have the inclination to send us anything please address mail to the following:Swish and Flick Podcast1675 E. Main StreetSte 177Kent, Ohio 44240 Our voicemail number is: 330-552-7043Welcome to Swish and Flick! We post weekly podcasts and vlogs for you that are all about JK Rowling's Wizarding World. We hope you will subscribe to us and follow us on our adventures!Become a patron for exclusive podcast perks such as access to The Felix Files, giveaways, live hangouts, & more here: www.patreon.com/swishflickcastYou can find us at the handles below:Instagram: @SwishFlickCastTwitter: @SwishFlickCastFacebook: www.facebook.com/swishflickcastThanks so much for listening and don't let the muggles get you down...

Welcome to Episode 64 of Nerd On! The Podcast – Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald With your wand ready and Polyjuice potion at hand, whose side are you on? Today we travel by broom, apparating, or Portkey to the Wizarding World of Fantastic Beasts: Crimes of Grindelwald. From the...

Welcome to a wacky episode of the podcast this week where minutes 5 - 25 are pretty much lovable nonsense. We mostly discuss Chapter 6, The Portkey (password - which hunk do we meet in this chapter??). #letsdotherightkindofMolly Also new idea, about the Daily Prophet… tune in! Keep turning those dials for the next episode! For more fun check out our social media on Facebook at www.facebook.com/potterwatchpodcast 
Under the fair use clause, we are using clips from J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - Read by Jim Dale and produced by Penguin Random House Audio.

Another quick episode this week with Chapter 5, Weasley Wizard Wheezes. Snaps to Forge and of course Bill and Charlie! The Weasley fam is complete! Alex continues to try and like Percy, although Molly doesn’t based on her Haiku. This episode is the last bit of pure joy… FOREVER! (Just kidding.. kind of…) Password to listen to this episode… Bill! Next week tell us who is the other hunk we get to meet in Chapter 6, The Portkey! Keep turning those dials for the next episode! For more fun check out our social media on Facebook at www.facebook.com/potterwatchpodcast 
Under the fair use clause, we are using clips from J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - Read by Jim Dale and produced by Penguin Random House Audio.

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire -Chapter 06 The Portkey

This time on SpeakBeasty: → Shortest intro ever. → The Phoenix Register: THAT TRAILER THOUGH. → "What are they hiding from the Americans?!" → Portkey travel hair's a thing. → "Thanks to Haley's mating call..." → "Witch things! It's fine!" → Is Queenie colluding with the Murtlap? → Coincidence? NEVER! → "It's marketing, people! Marketing!" → The Avengers are Hedwig. → Basically a Hogwarts travel ad. → "Serious business at Hogwarts." → Gryffindor's back in town. → The Time-Turner: WB's first talking film! → "Now we can't shut up!" → Oops, we're a Hamilton podcast again... Podcast Question: How do you think apparation will play into the next film given all the hype surrounding it right now?                  

The Portkey.It's a very early morning at the Weasley house as the family gets ready for their journey to the Quidditch World Cup. In this episode of Owl Post: A Harry Potter Podcast hosts Andrea Coffman and Matthew Rushing talk about the sixth chapter of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. We discuss challenged fashion sense, apparation, wizard travel, portkeys, the Diggorys and arrival times.  HostsAndrea Coffman and Matthew RushingSend us your feedback!Twitter: @JoinNerdPartyFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/thenerdpartyEmail: http://www.thenerdparty.com/contactSubscribe in Apple Podcasts

Alice and Martha are once again thrilled to spend an hour and half breaking down a ten page chapter! In this episode, we discuss a wild alternate reality which, of course, involves the shrunken heads, delve into the backstory on why one Scholastic consistency editor may have been fired, and consider reasons for why the graveyard Portkey seems to function differently than other Portkeys in the series. Let us know what you think of the show! Fill out our 2018 feedback survey at www.realweirdsisters.com/survey. Please consider supporting us on Patreon! www.patreon.com/realweirdsisters. Spoiler warning! Please be aware that our show contains spoilers for events which take place later in the series.Book club episodes are released every Monday and special topics shows are released periodically. Subscribe to our show to make sure you never miss an episode!

Vanessa and Casper explore the theme of acceptance in chapter six of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. This week, Vanessa and Casper discuss different parent/child relationships as they manifest in Amos and Cedric Diggory and The Weasleys. Our question this week is: How do we know when to accept someone else's choice, even if we think it's the wrong one? Next week we're reading chapter seven, Bagman and Crouch, through the theme of beauty. Our voicemail this week is thanks to Leena Werskey. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Vanessa and Casper explore the theme of Masculinity in chapter five of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. This week, Vanessa and Casper discuss Ron's love of quidditch, Bill's gender performance, and Mr. Weasley's Oedipal conflict. Our question this week is: How does one actually get outside the boundaries of gender? Next week we're reading chapter six, The Portkey, through the theme of Acceptance. Our voicemail this week is thanks to Weronika Bartczak. Don't forget to buy tickets for the live show in Atlanta: harrypottersacredtext.com/live-show See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

We all have a little pyromania inside ourselves, and this week we got to unleash ours, because how do you read Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire without making a Goblet of Fire cocktail?! Sadly, we didn't record the experience for your listening pleasure, but the visual results are still fantastic. We had our second drink, a healthy Gillywater Cocktail, close at hand for dousing flames just in case. Hop on your broom or grab a Portkey and here we go to the Quidditch World Cup!Find all our drink recipes and pictures on litandliquor.com, Pinterest, and our Instagram, and don't forget to join us next week for a trip through time to ancient Rome--or something close to it, with "An Ember in the Ashes" by Sabaa Tahir and "Killer" by David Drake & Karl Edward Wagner!

This isn’t a podcast, it’s your one-touch ticket to Funtown! (Sorry for the nausea – portkey technology is a bit wonky.) This week, we meet Amos and Cedric Diggory (go Hufflepuff!), take a journey with an old boot and talk about maybe the most confounding form of wizard transport: the portkey. And with the Tri-Quizzard neck and …

?Alice and Martha engage in lively discussion of sleep schedules, the various forms of transportation in the wizarding world, and the hotness level of Robert Pattinson as they discuss Chapter 6 of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire!Please consider supporting us on Patreon! www.patreon.com/realweirdsisters. Spoiler warning! Please be aware that our show contains spoilers for events which take place later in the series.Book club episodes are released every Monday and special topics shows are released periodically. Subscribe to our show to make sure you never miss an episode!

Welcome to Harry's literal nightmare! We start Goblet of Fire with a bang (and a flash of green light). Voldy needs feeding, Nagini needs milking, Wormtail needs a new gig, Harry needs a goddamn parent, Dudley needs to lose a few. Plus, flashy mail birds and cake for breakfast! This week's chapters: The Riddle House, The Scar, & The Invitation Next week's chapters: Back to the Burrow, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, & The Portkey

On this episode of #WizardTeam, Bayana and Robyn discuss chapter 6 of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, "The Portkey." Let us know your thoughts and feelings as well as who is MVP and who's benched! --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/wizardteam/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/wizardteam/support

Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, The Portkey, Bagman And Crouch

Welcome to our third episode of “Points of No Return” by Night Zephyr, we are covering chapters 15 to 21. In this episode we find out that Kelly almost hit a deer, Sue controls the weather and Scott has on two headsets. As we dive into the story, we find out that the Portkey doesn’t […]