"What," groaned Ron, "Is the point of a library if theres nothing to read?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and continued to read The Oracle, though there was no point as she no longer attended Divination.
"Hey," called Harry suddenly from behind a shelf of dusty tombs. Ron wandered over to where Harry was crouched, felling under the bookshelf. He gave a yell of triumph as his hand collided with something, earning a load 'Shush!' from Madam Pince, the librarian. He pulled out the object, and they both peered down at the dusty cover of a thick volume.
"Whats the title?" asked Ron excitedly, brushing the dust of the hard board.
Professor Goose Collection - Part One
"Well," suggested Harry, "Whe've nothing better to do, lets read it!" And the pulled back the cover and read the first page.
'Cinder-fella'
'Once apon a time in a mansion far far away their lived a house-elf Princess named Dobby. He was always forced to do the cleaning for his two ugly owners, Narcissa and Lucius, and their ugly son, Draco. Princess Dobby was very unhappy while he cleaned.
Then one day, a letter arrived ...'
"What on earth?" interrupted Harry, "how did Dobby get involved?"
"Never mind that, how did those slimy gits get in?"
"Maybe if we carry on reading we'll find out." said Harry, who began to start off again.
'... by owl from Hogwarts, a famous wizarding school. "Dear Mr, Mrs and Master Malfoy," it read, "you have been invited to the Hogwarts Yule ball this December. Please come, we await your reply with your lovely Tawny within five days. Yours faithfully, Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster."
The Malfoys decided they wanted to go, but they refused to allow Princess Dobby to go and attend the ball. So as they left, Dobby scrubbed at the banisters, slowly sobbing.
"Oh," he whimpered, "I wish I could go to the ball too,"
Suddenly there was a blinding flash and a boy with bright green eyes and messy black hair apparated before him, wearing a tutu ...'
"Okay, this is seriously freaky," murmered Harry, "How did I get into this. And whats so funny?" he scowled, watching Ron curl up double, wheezing with laughter.
"Harry ... in ... tutu ...." he gasped, still laughing uncontrollably.
"Oh, shut up! I'll curse you, I know some good ones. You'll be in a tutu if you don't stop it!"
Ron wen quiet instantly, though he still chuckled. Harry continued.
'"Harry Potter sir!" cried the elf, bowing, "what are you doing here?"
"I am your fairy godwizard," said Harry, waving his wand, "and I am here to take you to the ball!"
The Princess gasped, "Really? Oh thank you! But wait," he surveyed himself in the broken mirror, "I have nothing to wear!" But Harry simply flicked his wand, and suddenly Dobbys raggy pillowcase had been replaced with a georgous pink dress.
"Wow! Thank you!" said Dobby happily, hugging Harry round the neck, "But how will I get there?" But with a swish and flick, a army boot flew into the air and turned into a beautiful camoflaged carriage. Dobby climbed in and rode off to Hogwarts.
When he arrived, Princess Dobby entered the great hall and found a beautiful ball comensing. He looked around, and someone met his eye - Prince Ronald, King Arthur Weasleys son.'
Here, Harry began to laugh - first as a mere chuckle, but gradually worse untill he was gasping for breath. Ron bared his teeth and scowled at the book, his ears so red they looked ready to explode with steam at any second.
"Shut up and you I wont place you under the cruciatus curse." Ron growled softly and menacingly. Harry cesed laughing, though he was ready to start again.
'Prince Ronald noticed Princess Dobby and walked up to him. "May I have this dance?" he asked formaly, as the Wierd Sisters began a crazy rock single from behind, hurting Dobbys ears.
"I'd love to," he replied, and they wlked onto the dance floor and began dancing and blundering around like enraged, demented nodding dogs, grabbing some guitars and scratching the strings while bobbing their heads up and down. When the song finished, the Prince knelt down next to the Princess, held out a sock and whispered, "Princess Dobby, will you marry me?"
"Yes!" cried Dobby, pulling on the sock, and they lived happily ever after."
By the end of this chapter Harry and Ron were gobsmacked.
"Okay, thats wierd..." said Ron cautiously, "Whats the next chapter?"
"Its called Hansel and Neville." replied Harry, checking the contents.
"After this, theres just one question," said Ron,
"Shall we read it?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and continued to read The Oracle, though there was no point as she no longer attended Divination.
"Hey," called Harry suddenly from behind a shelf of dusty tombs. Ron wandered over to where Harry was crouched, felling under the bookshelf. He gave a yell of triumph as his hand collided with something, earning a load 'Shush!' from Madam Pince, the librarian. He pulled out the object, and they both peered down at the dusty cover of a thick volume.
"Whats the title?" asked Ron excitedly, brushing the dust of the hard board.
Professor Goose Collection - Part One
"Well," suggested Harry, "Whe've nothing better to do, lets read it!" And the pulled back the cover and read the first page.
'Cinder-fella'
'Once apon a time in a mansion far far away their lived a house-elf Princess named Dobby. He was always forced to do the cleaning for his two ugly owners, Narcissa and Lucius, and their ugly son, Draco. Princess Dobby was very unhappy while he cleaned.
Then one day, a letter arrived ...'
"What on earth?" interrupted Harry, "how did Dobby get involved?"
"Never mind that, how did those slimy gits get in?"
"Maybe if we carry on reading we'll find out." said Harry, who began to start off again.
'... by owl from Hogwarts, a famous wizarding school. "Dear Mr, Mrs and Master Malfoy," it read, "you have been invited to the Hogwarts Yule ball this December. Please come, we await your reply with your lovely Tawny within five days. Yours faithfully, Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster."
The Malfoys decided they wanted to go, but they refused to allow Princess Dobby to go and attend the ball. So as they left, Dobby scrubbed at the banisters, slowly sobbing.
"Oh," he whimpered, "I wish I could go to the ball too,"
Suddenly there was a blinding flash and a boy with bright green eyes and messy black hair apparated before him, wearing a tutu ...'
"Okay, this is seriously freaky," murmered Harry, "How did I get into this. And whats so funny?" he scowled, watching Ron curl up double, wheezing with laughter.
"Harry ... in ... tutu ...." he gasped, still laughing uncontrollably.
"Oh, shut up! I'll curse you, I know some good ones. You'll be in a tutu if you don't stop it!"
Ron wen quiet instantly, though he still chuckled. Harry continued.
'"Harry Potter sir!" cried the elf, bowing, "what are you doing here?"
"I am your fairy godwizard," said Harry, waving his wand, "and I am here to take you to the ball!"
The Princess gasped, "Really? Oh thank you! But wait," he surveyed himself in the broken mirror, "I have nothing to wear!" But Harry simply flicked his wand, and suddenly Dobbys raggy pillowcase had been replaced with a georgous pink dress.
"Wow! Thank you!" said Dobby happily, hugging Harry round the neck, "But how will I get there?" But with a swish and flick, a army boot flew into the air and turned into a beautiful camoflaged carriage. Dobby climbed in and rode off to Hogwarts.
When he arrived, Princess Dobby entered the great hall and found a beautiful ball comensing. He looked around, and someone met his eye - Prince Ronald, King Arthur Weasleys son.'
Here, Harry began to laugh - first as a mere chuckle, but gradually worse untill he was gasping for breath. Ron bared his teeth and scowled at the book, his ears so red they looked ready to explode with steam at any second.
"Shut up and you I wont place you under the cruciatus curse." Ron growled softly and menacingly. Harry cesed laughing, though he was ready to start again.
'Prince Ronald noticed Princess Dobby and walked up to him. "May I have this dance?" he asked formaly, as the Wierd Sisters began a crazy rock single from behind, hurting Dobbys ears.
"I'd love to," he replied, and they wlked onto the dance floor and began dancing and blundering around like enraged, demented nodding dogs, grabbing some guitars and scratching the strings while bobbing their heads up and down. When the song finished, the Prince knelt down next to the Princess, held out a sock and whispered, "Princess Dobby, will you marry me?"
"Yes!" cried Dobby, pulling on the sock, and they lived happily ever after."
By the end of this chapter Harry and Ron were gobsmacked.
"Okay, thats wierd..." said Ron cautiously, "Whats the next chapter?"
"Its called Hansel and Neville." replied Harry, checking the contents.
"After this, theres just one question," said Ron,
"Shall we read it?"