Harry Potter a great wizard Ha I say; Harry Potter was only a squabbling fool. Waving his hands in an on going motion saying words with no meaning towards them what so ever, how we must live on the words of the community that Harry Potter a young boy with a gift was here to save the wizard world, oh how I laugh at those notions brought fourth to me. I have seen a great wizard once in my day, and this boy does not even come close to what I have seen in those days.
"I must offer you some of the finest tea Rita; it has some of the finest herbs you can find around these parts of the country I must say."
"I must incline your offer, but I wish to hear more of this tale of yours?"
Why of course, why of course you may hear the tale.
I have bin a wizard for almost fifty years, went to school with high grades at Hogwarts and went on to do great deeds for the wizardry world. I fought dragons, giants, spiders, unknown mentions, even a great big ugly troll. I must say that troll nicked off one of my ears, blimey bastard must still have it squirreled away deep inside its festering cave. I may have been all over the world; spent most of my days in the states trying to convince the good folks over there that witches do not exist and that the flying objects were just an UFO.
After I came back home from the states, this boy Harry Potter was plastered every where you look. I must say I was very disappointed in this matter, which a wizard world was bending down and praying on a boy to save them from who we must not speak of.
I remember well enough that they were many great wizards among are presences that were capable of putting up a great fight to the one we must never speak of, but instead of there names' being up it was this boy.
Now I must say I did not go and looking for this boy, I was just out there in the fields getting ready for the growing season. When this young blubbering fool came stumbling onto my field, I didn't think of it as a serious matter till sparks were flying across the northern skies.
I ran back to my cot to protect myself and to retrieve my wand, a moment after I entered my cot I had noticed the young boy we call Harry Potter the hero. He was fighting a young death eater and I must tell you that death eater had Harry Potters number, but the blubbering idiot kept on swiping the air and saying non sense. For a reason unknown that wand responded to threats very well, protected the boy to its final draw.
That was the last time I had ever laid eyes on the boy, I must say if we have faith in a boy who has no skills to speak of we must as well follow the dark masses that is upon us.