There’s something magical about coming in from the cold. There’s the sharpness of wind still on your cheeks and the smell of snow on your coat. And then, you’re bathed in the warmth of a fire and the smell of holiday spices. At least that’s how I imagine Harry, Hermione and Ron coming into The Three Broomsticks for a mug of butterbeer. It seems just right that the release of the next installment to J.K.