When I attended Kenyon College, there were gray days when fog settled in that it was easy, walking past century-plus old buildings and even older trees, to imagine the place as a village someplace in Middle Earth. (Liberal arts major, remember.) Years later, adventures of English children at a boarding school for witches and wizards achieved a certain popularity and the comparison shifted, helped in no small part by the resemblance of Peirce Hall, Kenyon’s oddly spelled dining hall, to the equivalent at Hogwarts. It was still a comparison, however: sometimes, Kenyon seemed similar to J.K. Rowling’s magical world. It wasn’t until our daughter started there that I realized something had shifted. Kenyon wasn’t just like Hogwarts. It had become Hogwarts. Here’s why.