Note: This story was written by a Computer AI. It did the best it could to recreate JK Rowlings writing style by predicting the words she would use.
Authors Note: "The first time I wrote great smelling magic ideas for your face." - Botnik
Harry Potter and the cork of magical eyeball water
Voldemort had fallen out of the window. He could feel the floor beside him. A lime green light was fading into the night and then came back toward voldemort. It had been such a moment for a moment. Then the great yellow nails scratching his scalp were trembling uncontrollably as he went up to leave the floor. Meanwhile Professor Dumbledore quietly witnessed Hagrid running towards Voldemort. He knew immediately, that they were indeed just attacked by the new Slytherin dormitory.
To him it seemed completely charming.
On top of Hagrid was a violent McGonagall. She appeared to be having difficulties talking due to the fact that ron was standing in midair. Dumbledore smiled back at Hagrid and looked positively terrified. Voldemort had decided to do something very impressive. He whispered into their ears:" Everyone is our duck."
Ron levitated over them as they walked down to Hagrid's Harry. Harry felt slightly squashed like a large clump of trees. He could not pretend to look at Ron and Dumbledore with tears of magic. They had turned into a small cardboard box.
To Harry that was clearly supposed to be happening. He sat down on it with anger as he spoke to Voldemort:" They're my book now."
Voldemort decided not to mention the first time he got through a door. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the ceiling above them. It shrieked like a drowning man. Harry shouted at the ceiling without waiting for an answer.
A moment later they climbed back to Hogwarts and stretched into the kitchen. Voldemort's elbow turned into Harry's wand. He was trying desperately to get dressed. Ron gave them a moment and looked over to where Hermione was breathing. Then he remembered what Harry had said at the ceiling and pushed Hermione in the mud. She raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
A day later, Harry, Ron and Hermione were both sobbing uncontrollably. They were all wearing pyjamas under their eyes with a small glass sphere. Harry asked Ron eagerly:"Weasley can you not help ginny and hermione to complain about dumbledore's boring smile?"
Ron gave him a clap on the shoulder and dropped his mouth slightly to get a clear undertone:"Harry you are supposed to make dumbledore understand why there is so much wrong." Said ron hopefully. The truth was trying to crush Harry with a large quantity of panic. He couldn't bite someone on his knees. Dumbledore knew that.
On the edge of the forbidden forest clearing was standing a small group of four Hermione. They were going to get a chance to escape from the Prime Minister. He was not wearing anything else than a great black cylinder with a small crystal hand. Harry looked at them from Hogwarts. As the crowd shrieked and Hermione looked at Hermione and at Hermione and at Hermione they could escape from the Minister by sticking into Voldemort's bewildered spoon.
This year at Hogwarts school of witchcraft felt rather differently.