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Special reports about 'Pottymania' continue with fable focus on new movie, Larry Potty & the Lost Tomb of the Honest Politician with further awesome adventures of the blessed nation's favourite teenage warlock, ‘Lars Pot’ embarking almost heroically on a quest for greatest Arthurian myth of long lost fabled tomb of an honest British politician (only the names have been changed to protect guilty liquorice).

Infamously expelled from Pigwerks college, after that semi-finals débâcle during international quoddisch championship and platinum goose eggcup tournament, our young hero is banned from participating in next Olympix by wish-masters tribunal. On eve of Halloween elections which threaten the honest prime ministerial candidate, manuscript codex My Magick Struggle, a philosophical autobiography - written by griffinista head-case Bumblebore while he was unjustly imprisoned in the Towers of Lun Dun, vanishes from publishouse’s safekeeping, after incumbent PM, snobby atheist Professor Dorkins, is attacked in gutter scandal press of yellow papers by scheming brokers of new coalition government austerity plotting allegedly to auction off Royal Owls Mail letter postal services.

Avoiding prequelitis, this follow-up starts with Pigwerks 10-years-after reunion of mudbloods, despite industrial action of ex-prefect interlopers, enforcing kewl curfew over students’ astral bodies. Tensions are increased by ethnic cleansing policy against muggles by styx-up secret star chamber of slithrean heirs and their saturnic majesties of slytharati cabal, who oppose an uncommon agricultural policy favouring mandrake farming, despite Mrs Grundy complaints from supernatural noise abatement society over annoying cacophony by screaming roots during pagan ritual harvesting.

This new outing also sees the return of traumatised meddlesome elf–scab labour, all-round nuisance Dobby, saved from twee years of ex-schoolboy adventurer's early days by ghostly pyreworks amidst much flapping about of spiders' wings, helping to relaunch twitchy time-wasting neo-saint scar-face Potty from dusty Dickensian privilege, into Disneyfied wonder worlds, with framing device of suburban chav wisdom and literary culture. Though it usually boasts enchanting and spectacular visual effects, Potty lacks the narrative genre complexities or witty affectionate TV humour of Charmed’s suburban American milieu.

Among the plethora of action sequences and subplots in this Lost Tomb... epic, there's a Reliant Robin vs. Ford Prefect flying cars race, Cornish pixie pasty retail, bludger arms dealers with 40-inch treasure chests, hippogriff versus werewolves warfare, parcelmouthy snake doctors, and sepulchrous competitive wizardry abounds, risking unforgivable transfiguration curses on a gibbet of flame, slaying a fierce flash dragon to steal golden eggs, for evasion of every secret society's darkest schooldays, prompting rebellions against prophesy, aided by faithful ogre and grounds-keeper Hamid.

You will believe a geek can flee flying foes' fun!

(Albeit with overmuch Freudian imagery of magicians’ wands)

Abrascadabrous!