#harry potter bertie botts every flavor beans

[greenwallflower]

[i-dream-of-libraries]

"Harry Potter..." Lord Voldemort appeared in the space the Death Eaters had made, smirking coldly at him, hardly seeming to notice his friends on either side of him. Good. "Foolish boy, to come here where you could be so easily seen by one of my Marked." Fucking Malfoy, Harry thought passionately. Well, he might as well piss off the Dark Lord with glib comments and keep his attention away from others. "A boy needs school supplies, doesn't he, daddy?" Oh, for fuck's sake Harry - how did THAT slip out?

Voldemort's face froze before going oddly blank. His wand hand drooped in shock, and from his scar Harry felt the first burning tingles that preceded the Dark Lord's epic fits of anger.

The rest of the Weasley family came up behind them and grabbed Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They were all touching a large bag of Bertie Botts every flavor beans Mr. Weasley had in his hand as he shouted "hopscotch!" just before they were yanked through the air with the familiar but sickening sensation of portkey travel. Harry had one last glimpse of Voldemort's face twisting in fury as they were whisked away to safety.

They landed outside the gates of Hogwarts, sporting nothing more than a few cuts and scorched bits of clothing to show for the attack. Even through the searing headache Voldemort was now gifting him, Harry was incredibly relieved. Until Ron turned to him and blurted out "blimey Harry, what did you say to You-Know-Who to make him turn to stone like that?" Hermione was also giving him an intensely curious look, but he'd rather kiss one of Hagrid's blast-ended skrewts than admit what he'd accidentally said to Voldemort.

He Will Slay You with His Tongue

[nitewrighter]

While we're on the subject of Harry Potter fuckery, there's a memory that recently popped up for me.

So like... in 2001 the first Harry Potter movie was coming out, and like, even before the movie was in production there was actually a lot of Harry Potter merchandise--a lot more than pretty much any other kid's fiction you might find-- but the movie allowed the merch market to really explode with all of these promotional materials. Among them was Jelly Belly releasing Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. And like, you know anyone who read the book or saw the movies can tell you there was this running gag about "They mean every flavor! Some flavors are earwax or vomit or boogers!" And like, in the book, those flavors were supposed to be very rare and you had to be incredibly unlucky to get one--this was not the approach Jelly Belly took. Jelly Belly made a point of including earwax, vomit, grass, skunk spray, and booger flavors among the butterscotch and strawberry and green apple. Like any Jelly Belly box, they had the little flavor guide for the different beans, so you would actually know full well when you were biting into a nasty one. So being kids, and being as obsessed with Harry Potter as a 90's kid might be in 2001, we got our hands on a box.

So like, normally when you eat a jelly bean that's a flavor you don't like, you just go "Ugh, buttered popcorn" or "ugh, black licorice" and move on. This was not the case with Bertie Botts. After eliminating all of the reasonable flavors the consumption of the candy soon turned to a morbid ritual where we would dare each other to eat the nasty flavors. Grass wasn't so bad, but vomit and earwax would literally have you running to the bathroom to spit them out into the toilet.

I just remember my dad looking on with disturbance edging into mild horror as my brothers and cousins and I dared each other to eat the terrible beans and would promptly sprint to the bathroom to spit them out in the toilet and desperately try to wash the flavors from our mouths from the sink faucet. Despite being a teacher, and very passionate about kids reading, my dad never got into the Harry Potter craze ("He doesn't do anything, he just reacts to things happening to him" my dad would always say) and like, it got to the point where he said, "Why would they even put those flavors in there?"

And we were like "Dad, it's Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans."

And he's like, "Okay, but don't have to eat them if they're that bad."

And we were like "Ugh, Dad, you don't get it, it's Bertie Bott's Every Flavour beans and we're wizards."

I wrote recently on re-watching The Chamber of Secrets and being surprised at all the "sucks to your ass-mar" casual cruelty of the kids in that movie. And like looking back, it is crazy to see a younger version of yourself eating this nasty thing, and inflicting the nasty thing on your siblings and cousins just for the sake of feeling closer to a fictional world. I dunno, watching all the Kotaku article writers and streamers try to justify themselves for playing a game that has a super antisemitic plot and actively lines the pockets of a hateful transphobe, on some level I kind of feel what my dad felt... watching his kids eat vomit-flavored beans.

[subiysu-chan]

Incorporating Peony Lestrange

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone :

“Taking Dudley to the hospital,” growled Uncle Vernon. “Got to have that ruddy tail removed before he goes to Smeltings.”

Harry briefly pondered onto how would Uncle Vernon explain away the pig tail.

Next extract :

While they had been talking, the train had carried them out of London. Now they were speeding past fields full of cows and sheep. They were quiet for a time, watching the fields and lanes flick past.

At a few hours later, a girl presented herself near their window. She had long black hair, and her eyes had dark circles and eyelids, giving her a harsh stare. "I'm sorry, can I please sit here ?"

Harry and Ron weren't happy to see her, but they didn't want to seem rude.

Around half past twelve there was a great clattering outside in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slid back their door and said, “Anything off the cart, dears?” Harry, who hadn’t had any breakfast, leapt to his feet, but Ron’s ears went pink again and he muttered that he’d brought sandwiches. Harry went out into the corridor.

He had never had any money for candy with the Dursleys, and now that he had pockets rattling with gold and silver he was ready to buy as many Mars Bars as he could carry — but the woman didn’t have Mars Bars. What she did have were Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans, Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum, Chocolate Frogs, Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, Licorice Wands, and a number of other strange things Harry had never seen in his life. Not wanting to miss anything, he got some of everything and paid the woman eleven silver Sickles and seven bronze Knuts.

The girl looked displeased. "You know, I wanted to buy some too."

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets:

“That lot won’t come cheap,” said George, with a quick look at his parents. “Lockhart’s books are really expensive. . . .” “Well, we’ll manage,” said Mrs. Weasley, but she looked worried. “I expect we’ll be able to pick up a lot of Ginny’s things secondhand.”

Harry paused...They did rescue him..."I can help. As thanks for saving me."

(Next extract, same chapter)

A short, irritable-looking man was dancing around taking photographs with a large black camera that emitted puffs of purple smoke with every blinding flash. “Out of the way, there,” he snarled at Ron, moving back to get a better shot. “This is for the Daily Prophet —” “Big deal,” said Ron, rubbing his foot where the photographer had stepped on it. Gilderoy Lockhart heard him. He looked up. He saw Ron — and then he saw Harry. He stared. Then he leapt to his feet and positively shouted, “It can’t be Harry Potter?” The crowd parted, whispering excitedly; Lockhart dived forward, seized Harry’s arm, and pulled him to the front. The crowd burst into applause. Harry’s face burned as Lockhart shook his hand for the photographer, who

was clicking away madly, wafting thick smoke over the Weasleys. “Nice big smile, Harry,” said Lockhart, through his own gleaming teeth. “Together, you and I are worth the front page.” When he finally let go of Harry’s hand, Harry could hardly feel his fingers. He tried to sidle back over to the Weasleys, but Lockhart threw an arm around his shoulders and clamped him tightly to his side. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said loudly, waving for quiet. “What an extraordinary moment this is! The perfect moment for me to make a little announcement I’ve been sitting on for some time! “When young Harry here stepped into Flourish and Blotts today, he only wanted to buy my autobiography — which I shall be happy to present him now, free of charge —” The crowd applauded again. “He had no idea,” Lockhart continued, giving Harry a little shake that made his glasses slip to the end of his nose, “that he would shortly be getting much, much more than my book, Magical Me. He and his schoolmates will, in fact, be getting the real magical me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have great pleasure and pride in announcing that this September, I will be taking up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!” The crowd cheered and clapped and Harry found himself being presented with the entire works of Gilderoy Lockhart.

As the passers walked by to get their copies, Harry distinctly heard a tall boy say under his breath: "Merlin's beard, he's the reason we won't be able to do the research for the exams this year." It was nice to see someone else not completely enamored by Lockheart. Staggering slightly under their weight, he managed to make his way out of the limelight to the edge of the room, where Ginny was standing next to her new cauldron.

Next chapter:

Several uneventful hours later, however, Harry had to admit that some of the fun was wearing off. The toffees had made them extremely thirsty and they had nothing to drink. Also, sitting in the cold, high-altitude air made them feel as if their fingers were freezing, and Harry could only think about the warm flavors of a well-spiced Pumpkin Pastie sold by the plump trolley witch in the train as he blew on his fingers to warm them. Poor Ron was even more miserable, having to keep his hands on the increasingly cold stearing wheel.

[chrisevanslovesposts]

Chapter 2

"Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean?" Harry asked looking over at Charlie, where she had switched seats with Ron.

"They mean every flavor." She told him.

"There's chocolate and peppermint and there's also spinach, liver, and tripe." Ron said as he shoved some candy in his mouth and Harry made a face as he ate a bean, "George swears he got a bogey-flavored one once!" Ron told him as he took the bean out of his mouth. 

Charlie opened her chocolate frog and grabbed and took a bite before it could jump away. 

"These aren't real frogs, are they?" Harry asked staring down at the casing.

"It's just a spell. Besides, it's the cards you want. Each pack's got a famous witch or wizard. I've got about 500 meself." Ron told him as he opened the pack and the chocolate frog rippeted before jumping onto the window. 

"Watch it!" Ron said as they all watched the frog climbed the window then crawl up to the open part and jump out.

"Ooh, that's rotten luck. They've only got one good jump in them to begin with." Ron said.

"Who'd you get?" Charlie asked Harry who showed her his card, he had Dumbledore. 

"I've got about 6 of him." Ron told him as Charlie nodded. Harry looked back down at his card to find Dumblredore not there anymore. 

"Hey, he's gone!"

"Well, you can't expect him to hang around all day, do you?" Ron asked shoving him more candy in his mouth. 

"I've got Olivander." Charlie said as she stared down at Ron's lap. 

"Oh, this is Scabber's, by the way. Pathetic, isn't he?" 

"Just a little bit." Harry nodded his head.

"Fred gave me a spell as to turn him yellow. Want to see?" Ron asked them and Harry smiled and nodded his head as Charlie raised an eyebrow.

Just as he was about to start it a girl already in her robe's came to their door, she seemed to be looking around for something.

"Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one." She asked them.

"No." Ron shook his head along with the other two and she looked down to see Ron with his wand out.

"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see, then." She said and Ron cleared his throat.

"Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow. Turn this stupid fat rat yellow." Ron pointed his wand at the rat and it just made the trash it had it's head in fly off.

"Are you sure that's a real spell?" The girl asked, "Well, it's not very good, is it?" Ron looked over at the other two who shrugged at him, "Of course, I've only tried a few simple ones myself but they've all worked for me." She said and walked over and sat down beside Charlie and pointed her wand at Harry, "Fore example: Oculus Reparo. That's better, isn't it?" She asked after fixing Harry's glasses before gasping, "Holy cricket, you're Harry Potter! I'm Hermione Granger." She told Harry before looking over at Charlie.

"Charlie Lupin." She told her then she looked at Ron.

"And you are..?" She asked at Ron with a slightly confused look.

"Ron Weasley." He said with a mouth full of chocolate.

"Pleasure." Hermione said disgustedly, "You three better change into your robes. I expect we'll be arriving soon." Hermione said before walking out before stopping and turning around to face Ron, "You've got a bit of dirt on your nose, by the way. Did you know? Just there." She pointed at it before walking away as Ron quickly wiped his nose.

They changed into their robes before getting to know each other the rest of the way there. When they got there they pulled up to the station and they all got out to hear a giant yelling for all the first years to go to him. As Harry, Ron, and Charlie all walked over to him he smiled.

"Hello, Harry." The guy said and Harry smiled.

"Hey, Hagrid." 

"Woah." Ron said once he finally looked at Hagrid

"Right then. This way to the boats. Come on, now, follow me." Hagrid told them and they all followed him over to the dock where a bunch of boats sat. They all got into the boats four at a time. Ron and Harry sat in the front of the boat and Charlie and another boy sat in the back. He had dirty blonde shaggy hair and blue eyes. Charlie smiled at him but he didn't so much as even give a polite smile back making Charlie roll her eyes. Once they reached the castle they all climbed out of the boats and climbed the stairs to where an older strick lady in green stood. 

"Welcome to Hogwarts. Now, in a few moments, you'll passs through these doors and join your classmates. But before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Now, while you're all here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points. Any rule-breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup." She explained everything to them.

"Trevor!" They heard someone yell and a boy ran forward grabbing a frog off the ground. Must be Neville.

"Sorry." He said as Charlie did her best to contain her laugh. 

"The Sorting Ceremony will begin momentarily." She told them before walking away to leave them all alone.

"It's true then, what they're saying on the train? Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts. This Crabbe, and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." A boy with blonde hair that was slicked back so much it looked like he hadn't taken a shower in over a month said. Ron scoffed to himself making Draco look over at him, "Think my name's funny, do you? I've no need to ask yours. Red hair and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley. You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than other ones, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." Draco held his hand out to Harry.

"I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks." Harry told him and Draco went to throw another insult before Charlie stepped out from behind Harry.

"You got a deal with the Weasley's?" Charlie asked him and he just stared at her.

He didn't say anything before the older lady from earlier walked over tapping his shoulder with parcment paper rolled up.

"We're ready for you, now. Follow me." She told them and they all followed after to the big doors. 

[houseofspells369]

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Imagine the wonder of selecting your handcrafted wand, replicating the magic of Ollivanders. Potion lovers, rejoice; bubbling cauldrons and vials await you, perfect for concocting spells at home.

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House of Spells is more than just a shopping destination. It's a place to dive deep into the magic with interactive adventures and themed events. Each visit promises new discoveries, ensuring an ever-evolving experience. Whether it's a special event or a captivating new magical item, there's always something to ignite your curiosity and keep you coming back for more.

House of Spells is a London must-do for Potterheads seeking to elevate their love for the series. It's a unique opportunity to explore and connect with the magic in a truly unforgettable way. Seasoned fan or curious newcomer, House of Spells warmly welcomes you into the enchanting world of witches and wizards.

So, step into the magic, feel the wonder, and take home a piece of the wizarding world. House of Spells isn't just a shop; it's a magical experience that will leave you spellbound.

[uswnt5]

Those Harry Potter-themed jelly beans from years ago! Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans, made by Jelly Belly. Some were okay, like grass, and some were horrible, like earwax and vomit.

haha I was not into HP but nice!

[paincorpsrarefinds]

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[lavendarneverlands]

Thanks for the tag!😊🫶

I literally don’t even know lol this was over a decade ago🤣 & I’ve blocked out a good 75%? of my childhood👀😬 … HOWEVER here’s 5 fun/fandom ones I can recall🙃

Got REALLY into duct tape; wallets, purses, even a dress (which was epic, if I do say so myself)!

Had the best birthday party of my life; it was Harry Potter themed! We went all out: Hogwarts letter invites, house sorting & costumes, Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans guessing game & Quidditch, “HAPPEE BIRTHDAE HARRY” cake, Sorcerer’s Stone scavenger hunt, we even taped candles to the ceiling with fishing wire (though we all got in a lot of trouble for that one😅).

Saw the Percy Jackson movie… and was severely disappointed.

Got a concussion proving a point; while I don’t recommend, I also don’t regret this one😂 A boy made a very ableist/sexist comment about being “better at sports” … one basketball to the head & going face first off a curb later … my point was made; I won & he never made that comment again (at least not in my presence)!🤣

Wore my Clawdeen Wolf coat 24/7 (weather be damned & event dress code aside; if I could, I would😂)

No pressure tags, if you want to join🩵 & welcome to all!💕@mysterylilycheeta @iwantavaldezinator @wannaberachelgrxxn

turning this into a series what did 11 year old oyu do omg

@clarissaweasley-10 @isthataraccoon @randomfandom-3

[zladdsmith]

Seems like catching chocolate frogs would be a fun game! Most wizard treats seem like something you would want to be careful about.

[wowzersbrina]

Alas, earwax!

[querilousjb]

[elliesvoid]

Yaaaas, thank you! I was looking for some engagement! Didn't think it would come in the form of some pissy person but hey, I'll take it!

I'm talking about burning items that have already been paid for - I'm sure the ones who were burning their Nikes felt just as vindicated as you do re: burning Harry Potter books.

When I say I group them together, I'm talking about ruining items for things you've spent money on. It's a protest. It's a way to say "no. We're not happy with this and we won't support you". I laughed at the people burning their Nikes because you're not hurting the owner of Nike, you've already given him your money. I don't see the use in destroying items from my childhood, or burning my shoes. I'll never support J.K Rowling again but if I want a deathly hallows water color tattoo on my thigh, I'm not going to keep money out of someone's pocket. Or people who make HP stuff on Etsy. Why punish them? They're not giving a percentage to JK Rowling. Am I going to buy Bertie Botts every flavor beans ever again? Fuck no. Am I going to go to WWHP because it was my mom and I's dream before she died and it was before the JK Rowling thing came out? No. Did I buy Hogwarts Legacy? No. Did I throw out my original illustration 1st year harry Potter and Hermione book ends? No. Am I going to throw away my homemade in the style of the marauders map map of my house that we used for my baby shower scavenger hunt? No.

I think there's a limit to reasonable destroying of property. Look, if it makes someone feel better then destroy it but personally it doesn't satisfy the urge to stick it to J.K Rowling for me.

Again, what does me spending money to hear people's opinions have to do with expressing that burning things is useless because the money is already in their pockets.

You're very angry. Your approach is Trumpster attacky and angry but your words seem to favor the left. I'm a little confused. Were you offended or something by what I wrote?

Hot take: I put people who destroy their Harry Potter property and people who burn their Nikes in the same category

[pommur]

I rarely post or even repost. I have my reasons. I am taking a chance again and am choosing to share my art. It is not fancy and I don’t practice as much as I would like. I am a firm believer in that people should be able to like whatever characters or fandoms they like. The art is for the artist and when an artist chooses to share I think that is very special. If you do not like any of the characters I have drawn then please just scroll past me I am not looking to insult or even debate anyone. I just want to share some of my hard work as I want to be more involved in the fandom community. Some of my art may already be found on the one real post I made before. Please be respectful as I try hard to be even when I my self dislike something.

The red headed Harri is backyardgrave’s take on Harry. They can be found on Twitter under that name. Werewolf Lupin came from a how to draw book called How To Draw Cute Stuff by Angela Nguyen.

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[stabbyapologist]

My boss: Brandie, I have a present for you.

Me: *like a child* A pwesent!?

My boss: Yep, but don't lose your shit because there are customers out in the lobby

Me: *preparing to practice self-control*

My boss: Here ya go

Me: *proceeds to lose shit*

[houseofspells369]

Need a break from the usual London attractions? Look no further than House of Spells, a haven for Harry Potter fans. This unique Harry Potter London isn't just about souvenirs; it's your gateway to the wizarding world.

Imagine the thrill of choosing your handcrafted wand, just like at Ollivanders. Potion enthusiasts will love the selection of safe ingredients, bubbling cauldrons, and vials—perfect for brewing some magic at home.

House of Spells welcomes both die-hard Potterheads and curious newcomers. You can indulge in iconic treats like Bertie Bott's Every-Flavor Beans and Chocolate Frogs, bringing your favourite books to life. The detailed decor and thoughtfully chosen merchandise make you feel like you've stepped right onto a movie set, making every visit memorable.

Every item in the shop whispers magic—from wands to delectable treats, all treasures waiting to be discovered. It's your chance to bring the magic home and create lasting memories.

House of Spells is not just a store; it's a realm of interactive adventures and themed events. Each visit is a new journey, promising fresh and exciting experiences. Whether it's a special event or a new magical item, there's always something to ignite your curiosity and keep you coming back for more.

Whether you're a long-time fan or a curious newcomer, House of Spells is a must-visit in London. It's a unique opportunity to dive into the magic of the Harry Potter series in a truly unforgettable way. House of Spells warmly welcomes everyone, inviting you to step into the world of witches and wizards.

So, enter the magic, feel the wonder, and take home a piece of the wizarding world. House of Spells isn't just a shop; it's a magical experience that will leave you spellbound.