At my grandsons’, a Harry Potter video plays. Though I’m seeing it for the first time, I can’t concentrate.
But then at one point Harry starts speaking Parseltongue, or Snake Language. Everyone, Harry included, is amazed.
“I spoke a different language? But—I didn’t realize—how can I speak a language without knowing I can speak it?”
Me, I’ll read and listen to the series in whatever language is good enough. At some point I’ll switch over to the next good-enough language and continue with novels for the former.
So Harry Potter is now German for me. Japanese to follow.