Once upon a time, in a far off place, in Northern Iowa, a young man was learning how to read. He was taught by a brilliant teacher who tried to explain to him how to become a part of the story.
She said that if he went into an empty bathtub on a Thursday afternoon with a full bucket of chicken, that he would wake up inside the story you have been reading.
He didn't believe her at first, but after reading the entire Harry Potter series he figured it was worth a shot. He bought a bucket of chicken and made his way to his bathtub on one lovely Thursday afternoon. He sat there for a few moments, and as he began to laugh at himself he turned his head and realized he was no longer sitting in his bathtub, he was sitting in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.
He looked down and saw that the bucket of chicken he had been holding had turned into a notebook and quill, and the dimly lit bathroom nothing but a memory.
He was relieved he had waited until this book to try out the theory as the previous week he had read The Shining. Although a new concern quickly crossed his mind. How would he get back to his bathtub?
Almost immediately he realized that he didn't care because he was at Hogwarts and who would ever want to go back. He ran out of the Great Hall and spoke to as many characters as he could, whether he recognized them or not and realized that he had been successfully transported to Hogwarts. He looked around a corner and saw his teacher standing with a clever smirk on her face. She tipped her hat and winked and walked back up the hall disappearing in a sparkling mist.
He never came back from the wizarding world. He stayed there forever and loved every moment of it. Eventually he fell in love with a lovely witch and they moved to Ireland and set up a small farm where they would grow magical plants and keep shetland ponies.