![]() The advances and setbacks pile up, but time hangs heavy. (You know who plays Voldemort, again, too: Ralph Fiennes, embracing his character’s malevolent noselessness with regal delight.) And therein lies a conundrum - of busyness and waiting - that The Order of the Phoenix can’t magically solve. But for all the action - and there’s plenty of it, even if it’s only a portion of what was crammed into Rowling’s 870 pages - the most important stuff is what takes place in Harry’s head, where troubling visions, intensifying in clarity and dread, attest to the young man’s foretold connection to the evildoer most safely referred to as You-Know-Who.
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