I'm not learned enough in the literary ways, peasant that I am, to contradict you intelligently. For me it's more 'feel', rather than analysis. DH feels wrong. The previous books promised a depth that wasn't delivered. Too many contradictions, too much deus ex machina.

And of course, worst of all, she tried to kill my poor, dear, struggling working class boy, and let the rich and posh live. Can't have that. I'm off to help him up and dust off his robes.