“Really, in prison?” said Harry
“Yes, Harry, barbecue was invented in Azkaban”. The headmaster loaded an additional 50 kgs to his squat bar. “Why are you looking at me with those dewy eyes? Come spot me!”
Harry was flabbergasted by Dumbledore’s words. “But…how? It makes no fucking sense, sir…”
“2 words: barbs & cues. Isn’t it obvious? It started as a habit to cook them meats on them barbed wires while leaving no cues behind, so they won’t be kissed and shit”.
Harry started gnawing on a protein earwax candy bar. “You’re such a moron sometimes, sir”. Then, he spotted him.
I don’t know about any of that. The book is largely a what-if story, with the main focus being a look at how Harry might have navigated the wizarding world if his parents were alive during his childhood and raised him to question everything in life and taught him how to use the scientific method to understand the things he observes in reality.