Please hold my pumpkin juice, I have an announcement.

The “Harry Potter play”– Harry Potter And The Cursed Child – is every single bit as good as they say.

I could end this article there, really. But for Potter fans, that wouldn’t be very satisfying. Because in the Potterverse, details matter.

A problem: I’m not allowed to tell you the details ofThe Cursed Child. No-one is. Because the whole production – in London, New York, San Fransisco and Melbourne – is shrouded in a veil of Hogwarts-esque secrecy.

From the program to the tickets to the reviews, in two hemispheres, the same three words are repeated over and over, like a… spell:Keep The Secrets. And there’s no question that walking into Melbourne’s Princess Theatre – impeccably refitted out as the inside of Hogwarts, complete with Hs in the carpet’s weave and gargoyles on the walls – filled with anticipation rather than spoilers only adds to what can only be described as magic.

Watching Quidditch? Sorry, can't say. Photo: Matt Murphy.

Here's what youareallowed to know about the Cursed Child:

There, there, Albus, Slytherin isn't so bad. Is it? Photo: Matthew-Murphy.

Hermione is the Minister For Magic and of course she is. Photo: Matthew Murphy.

Have you seen Harry Potter And The Cursed Child? Did you love it?