the funniest part of those books to me was how the protagonist is a heretofore normal boy experiencing the excitement and wonder of being swept out of his awful normal life and inducted into the clearly much more awesome parallel magical society; however, even though being able to use magic makes life a million times cooler and all the weird and goony personalities in the magic world are way more interesting than any of the boring normal British people, it's actually extremely problematic to say that non-magical people are somehow inferior or that, god forbid, the magic world, whose superiority is practically dripping off the walls, should interfere with normal, boring, shitty society in any way. instead the people who enjoy a natural proclivity for what would otherwise be considered superhuman abilities must live wretchedly between the cracks of nonmagical society, which they still manage to do gloriously due to their proficiency with editing reality at will. these people, who can create spaces that shouldn't physically exist, or cause objects to automagically filter the perceptions of observers, who can literally strike somebody dead on the spot by wiggling their magic stick a specific way and saying some words, must cower from the light of observation every minute of their lives so they don't get pwned by the wizard cops for being criminally cool in the presence of cringe normies. and the big evil archvillain is the guy who thinks that sounds a little like some bullshit