Oh Deer! 60 Puns That Are Fawn-tastically Funny
Deer puns are my comfort food. I don’t know when it started, maybe that phase in 2019 when I watched too many nature documentaries and...
Harry Potter puns are the one genre of wordplay where I genuinely can’t tell if I’m clever or just deeply, irreversibly damaged by reading the same seven books fourteen times. Anyway, I’ve been stockpiling these like Horcruxes, scattered, questionable, and probably too many for one person to handle. Some of them are good. Some of them I’m apologizing for in advance.
I solemnly swear I’m up to no good puns.
You’re Gryffindor-able.
That’s it. That’s the pun. Send it to your crush. I don’t care if it works. It probably won’t. But you’ll feel brave, and isn’t that the whole Gryffindor thing?
Why did the wizard break up with his girlfriend? Because she was a Muggle, and honestly, she just didn’t get him.
Three houses, three puns, one sitting. Gryffindor already got theirs above. I don’t play favorites. (I absolutely play favorites. Hufflepuff forever.)
I’m feeling Sirius-ly good today.
My friend asked me to stop making Harry Potter puns. I said, “Neville-mind, I’ll figure out when to quit on my own.” He hasn’t spoken to me since.
“Don’t be a He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named-sayer.” I told my coworker this during a meeting when she shot down my pitch. She didn’t laugh. My boss didn’t laugh. The silence was so thick you could’ve sliced it with the Sword of Gryffindor. But I stand by it. The construction is immaculate. The delivery venue was just wrong.
That’s a wand-erful idea!
Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Dumbledore.
Dumbledore who?
Dumble-DOOR, open up!
Yeah. I know. I’m sorry. But also I’m not.
You’re spell-binding. Like, genuinely. I can’t move.
Told my roommate to stop eating all the chips. Called him a real Death Eater. He didn’t think it was funny but he DID stop eating the chips, so honestly? Dark magic works.
What do you call a dog who does magic? A Labrador-cadabra.
(Okay that one’s not even Harry Potter specific. I’m losing the plot already. We’re twelve in.)
Accio, bring me a coffee. I’ve been saying this every morning for three years and it hasn’t worked once but I refuse to stop trying.
That’s Hagrid-iculous!
I’m owl-ways going to love Harry Potter. 🦉
Pair it with a photo of you looking wistful in a scarf. You’re welcome.
Lumos, light up my life.
I walked into a bar in wizard robes. The bartender said “nice costume.” I said “don’t be a Muggle, come to the party.” He asked me to leave. Fair.
Cauldron-t you just make a potion for these headaches?
What do you call a pessimistic wizard? A Prophecy-t of doom.
This one sat in my notes app for MONTHS before I realized it actually works. Prophet. Prophecy. Doom. It’s layered! Like an ogre. Wait, wrong franchise.
You’re looking granger than ever.
Draco, you’re a real Malfoy-l. Literally. That’s your narrative function.
I asked the Sorting Hat where to eat lunch and it said “GREAT HALL” which, like, fair enough, but I wanted Thai food.
Expelliarmus, you disarm me. And not in the “I’m flirting” way. More in the “I literally can’t hold anything anymore” way.
Wingardium Leviosa, don’t let life weigh you down!
It’s LeviOsa, not LevioSAH. (I will never not correct this. It’s a compulsion.)
Avada Kedavra, you can’t kill my vibe.
What do you call a magical painter? A Dark Arts-t.
I’m gonna Ministry of Magic-ally disappear from this conversation.
This is a stretch. I know it’s a stretch. It’s like six syllables too long. But sometimes you just commit to the bit and see what happens.
Nimbus 2000? More like a broom with a view.
Expecto Patronum, I expect a good time and I WILL be disappointed if I don’t get one.
That Polyjuice Potion has a lot of potential. Also it tastes like garbage apparently. Imagine going through all that and it’s not even fruit-flavored.
Sidebar: I think about the logistics of Polyjuice Potion way too much. Like, what happens to your clothes? Do they resize? J.K. never addressed the pants situation and I find that irresponsible.
He’s got a real Sorting Hat-titude problem.
“I told my friend I was going to Elder Wand-er around the Forbidden Forest.” She said that sounded dangerous. I said, “Only if you’re not the master of death.” She blocked me on two platforms.
The Boy Who Lived-it-up.
That’s Harry’s whole arc tbh. Survived a murder attempt as an infant, spent a decade in a cupboard, then just went absolutely feral at a magical boarding school for seven years. Legend.
You’re an owl-some friend!
What do you call someone who’s great at parties AND serves the Dark Lord? A Death Eater-tainer.
I hate this one. I genuinely hate it. But it exists now and we all have to live with that.
That’s some impressive wizard-ry of words you’ve got there.
I was Muggle-d by your charm.
Muddled. Muggled. Close enough. We’re not doing precision surgery here, people.
Invisibility Cloak? You’re out of sight!
Don’t be a scaredy-cat, it’s just Professor McGonagall.
This one only works if you remember she’s a cat Animagus, which you do, because you’re reading a post with 60 Harry Potter puns in it. You’re not a casual fan. You’re in deep.
Luna, you’re out of this world.
You’re really thought-provoking. Like a Pensieve. Except I don’t have to stick my face in you to understand what you’re thinking.
These three are the pun equivalent of white rice. Reliable. Boring. Necessary.
That’s a Snape-y comment and I won’t stand for it.
I’m Ron-ning out of puns.
(I’m not. I have sixteen more. But Ron would say this.)
What do you call a Hogwarts student who’s great at rhetoric? Someone who gives a Platform 9¾-mative speech.
This pun is held together with tape and wishful thinking. “Nine-three-quarters-mative.” In-formative. Do you see it? Squint. Tilt your head. There it is. Kinda.
Don’t be a Golden Snitch-er!
I’m going to use the Resurrection Stone as a pick-me-up. Emotionally. Not literally bringing anyone back. That never ends well.
The Marauder’s Map-piness is contagious!
Happiness. Mappiness. I am not above this and neither are you.
Horcrux? More like a real piece of work.
I’ll catch you Order of the Phoenix-t time!
Next. Phoenix-t. I can FEEL you groaning through the screen and I want you to know it sustains me.
“How was the butterbeer?”
“Butter than ever.”
Imperio, you’ve got me under your spell.
Actually, don’t put an Unforgivable Curse in your dating profile. That sends a message. The wrong one.
Quidditch? You’re a real catch.
The Golden Snitch is a real game-changer. Worth 150 points. Ends the match. Tiny, fast, and impossible to hold onto, basically me at every social event.
Crucio, that’s a painful pun!
Yeah. That’s a painful pun about painful puns. We’ve gone meta. There’s no coming back from this.
I’m feeling quite Dementor-ed today. Demented? Dementored? The vibes are bad and the happiness has been sucked out of me. You get it.
I’m going to be an Unspeakable at this party, and I mean that in the Ministry of Magic Department of Mysteries way, not the “I did something regrettable” way. Though honestly, both could apply by midnight.
Time-Turner? I wish I could turn back time to before I started writing this list.
You’re a real House-warming presence. Get it? Because the Hogwarts houses? And warming? Like you make the house feel warm?
I’m overexplaining it. That’s how you know I’m nervous about whether it lands.
Diagon Alley, I’ve been going at this diagonally the whole time, and I think you can tell.
I had four more in my notes app but they were all just “Dobby” + various words and none of them worked. Sometimes you gotta know when to Disapparate.
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