So J. K. Rowling has finally and officially lost it, which is not to say that you didn't kind of know that there was something a little going on with her, what with the fake initial (medial initial, which is already conflicted) and the inability to imagine magic outside of a colonial British context, in which of course it's not hard to pick out the evil-inclined one out of Helga, Rowena, Salazar, and Godric, or to want to liberate house-elves who personally help you, even though there are no doubt legions yet enslaved (where is the magical ASPCA? Those poor pixies and mandragoras and boggarts and and and), no, but while this could go on longer than the series, the point is that the title of the sixth book is Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. This is just ludicrous.