Dont own it.
Headmaster Dumbledore and the Proffessors were discussing very serious matters on a great discovery that Serverus found while servering detention with Potter.
"This tradition was made by Gordric, Rowena, Helga, and Salazar themselves!" Minerva exclaimed, throwing her arms up.
"But it was only made because they were bored!" Flitwick, head of Ravenclaw answered. Spout and Trawleny were playing cards and Binns was snoring.
"I'm telling you, we MUST do it or we will be brought upon SUCH misfortune." Minerva argued. Serverus brought the book and cleared his throat.
"We, Gordric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, and Salazar Slytherin, say that all Proffessors and furture headmasters follow these instrutions"
1. Every Halloween, you MUST bet on something that will happen to the students.
2. For example, one will have a broken leg, or one will die.
3. If someone wins, then the others will have to tell their very most dakrest secret.
4. If everyone wins, the Headmaster will get money from the Hogwarts Fund and have a party.
5. You must know, we are quite drunk as we are writing this...
Snape finished and glared at everyone.
"Fine, we do it." Flitwick said and the Proffessors gathered around.
"Ok, I bet that Harry and his little fiends will go to Dobby the HouseElf to give him some socks." Dumbledore said.
"I bet that Hermione Granger will go nuts after I give her a 'P' on her Essay due tomorrow." Minerva smiled.
"I bet that Terry Boot will finish that book he has been reading in the next week." FLitwick betted.
"I bet that Hannah Abott will complain about her hair tomorrow." Spourt said.
"I bet that Harry Potter will fall asleep in my class." Trawlney said.
"I bet that by the end of the year, Draco and Hermone will be in love." Snape said with no expression on his face.
"WHAT!?"