When I was nine years old, two friends held a joint birthday party at a local movie theater the day the very first Harry Potterfilm was released. I was sat in the back row, buzzing with anticipation. I’d read the book, but I still had no idea what to expect on the big screen. Moments later, a collective gasp filled the theater. I gazed open-mouthed as a silver-bearded wizard wearing a black, pointy hat emerged from the darkness. If only the generation first introduced to Harry Potter through the Fantastic Beasts prequels could have experienced the same magic.