I am indeed reviewing the books, but I can't be bothered to spell that one girl's name. 
 This was awful. I haven't seen straw men like this since Atlas Shrugged. Unfortunately, Lockheed is no Ragnar Danneskjold. Rowling has a chance here to demonstrate good values for a woman faced with that kind of person. Instead, the entire book is spent teaching children that no matter how book smart a girl is, she'll fall for the attractive "bad-boy" type instead of the smart choice. But then again, is there a choice for Emma Watson in this book? She's 12, and Rowling represses her sexuality in its expressible form, giving her over instead to the kind of crush you'd expect a 6 or 7 year old to have. By the time a girl is 12, she's supposed to be on the path to adulthood instead of fawning over the still unobtainable authority (PATERNAL) figure. Is it any surprise that this first outpouring of femininity that we see from Watson is directed at an entirely unmagical figure, she of descent from an unmagical family?