i'm going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed or worse expelled

This is the power of myth: that we can experience invisible spiritual realities and truths greater than visible, material things in story form.

Second, the reason to embrace and celebrate these novels as the countercultural event that they are is due largely to the subliminal messages delivered by Harry and friends in their stolen wheelbarrows. Readers walk away, maybe a little softer on the occult than they were, but with story-embedded messages: the importance of a pure soul; love's power even over death; about sacrifice and loyalty; a host of images and shadows about Christ and how essential 'right belief' is for personal transformation and victory over internal and external evils.

You’re mental,” said George, trying to push it back at Harry.
“No, I’m not,” said Harry. “You take it, and get inventing. It’s for the joke shop.”
“He is mental,” Fred said in an almost awed voice. [Goblet of Fire]

Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs,” sighed George, patting the heading of the map. “We owe them so much.”
“Noble men, working tirelessly to help a new generation of lawbreakers,” said Fred solemnly.
“Right,” said George briskly. “Don’t forget to wipe it after you’ve used it —”
“— or anyone can read it,” Fred said warningly.[Prisoner of Azkaban, Chapter 10]

Potter, do something. Tell them I mean no harm.

I'm sorry, professor. But I must not tell lies.