When my oldest was in kindergarten, I helped out in class alot. There was a grandma of one of the other students who helped out quite a bit, too. One day when the kids were off at gym class, we were sitting there cutting things out for a project and chatting away. Reading came up & I said how I was reading the HP book to Holly. Said how much we were enjoying it & how much she enjoys reading. The grandma looked appalled. Why, you ask? She launched into this diatribe about how the HP books are evil, that they promote satanism, witchcraft, etc. That I should really rethink exposing my daughter to such bad influences. I replied that it's just a story, and a rather good one, perhaps she should actually read it before she judges it. She just continued to go on and on about it's evilness & how wrong I was. I gave up, just nodded and let it flow right over me - there was no reasoning with her, she was right, I was wrong, the end. Wacko.