Beyond the Wand: The Magic and Mayhem of Growing Up a Wizard

by Tom Felton

I didn’t try to tell them about the Golden Gate Bridge or Caesars Palace or Times Square. I wanted to tell them about the important stuff: the room service, the Cartoon Network and, yes, the red puffa jacket. Pretty quickly, however, a hard truth presented itself. Literally. Nobody. Cared.

They wanted to see that I was happy with twelve people watching me, clutching notepads, whispering in each other’s ears, because if I wasn’t happy with that, I wouldn’t be comfortable on a film set.

I turned my back on her and wandered off, leaving the little girl to gaze wide-eyed around the room. I later found out that her name was Emma Watson.

Unlike lots of other teachers, he treated me like a young adult. Perhaps he understood that my behaviour came not from a desire to make anybody else’s life difficult, but from an unconscious need to impose some normality into my existence.

All I want to tell you is that this is the seventeenth intervention I’ve been to in my career. Eleven of them are now dead. Don’t be the twelfth.”