"WHO wants to play quidditch?"

More than 30 children – and their parents – scream back an affirmative to Daniel Clarkson.

This is Potted Potter – a parody of, and homage to boy wizard Harry where all seven books are told in 70 minutes – and things take a surreal turn.

The show – seemingly only half scripted and the rest improvised – stumbles about threatening to collapse in under its own sense of anarchy but actually always somehow manages to take off into the stratosphere – presumably on a broomstick.

In other words, it does what all the best comedy shows do.

As well as quidditch, we're treated to a water fight, a fire-breathing dragon and Ron Weasley transformed into a red-head Ali G.

And it's all great fun.

Sure it is a children's show – but like all the best children's shows – it constantly aims its jokes at mum and dad.

Dumbledore is labelled "the only wizard in the village" while JK Rowling is mocked for her formulaic writing.

It is a show that has both an ironic eyebrow raised and its eyes wide-open in wonder.

Magic.