JK Rowling didn’t create a masterpiece, she created Star Wars with really shitty lightsabers. Both have a young male orphaned protagonist who, for his own safety, has been sent to live with his aunt and uncle until a mysterious bearded stranger who was actually the one to deliver him to his aunt and uncle when he was a baby, comes into his life and starts teaching him about this ancient kind of magic, granted he’s gonna learn a lot more about this magic from an older, wiser wizard who’s high most of the time. Regardless, his uncle is totally against this magic stuff. He won’t even tell him what happened to his real parents, but against his uncle’s wishes, he leaves home for the very first time, makes some new friends, meets a pretty impetuous young girl and though there will be an off sexual tension between the two of them throughout, he will only ever love her like a sister while she struggles with the feelings she has for his best friend, the scruffy comic relief! And then, he learns of the existence of this super villain who killed both his parents with his sorcerous ways before he starts calling himself Lord something or the other but quite fortunately, it turns out that our hero is naturally good at flying and locating incredibly small targets.