Gordon Edgely looked up at Fletcher from his vast book, and sighed. He had a hunch that you could teleport to another dimension safely, but unfortunately, only Fletcher could achieve this. Fletcher was very annoying.
"OK, Fletch, my boy, lets try this again. Think of the Rift, the place before your destination, and after your teleportation place. Fletcher shook his head.
"Its there for like, a millisecond!" Fletcher moaned, "How am I supposed to picture it?"
"Try!" Gordon said, "If you just-" and then Fletcher disappeared.
Fletcher spanned round, in deep oblivion, but then he could see a snowy landscape, and clung onto it. He reappeared near a large forest, and a small hut. Panned the grounds, and then saw the huge castle, looming over him. It looked awesome. Very like my hair, he thought. He teleported up to the main gates in the distance, and stopped in the school's gates. Two gargoyle statues were positioned on each side. Fletcher walked forward, but he heard a voice,
"Oi! Wher'dya think your going?" said the voice, and Fletcher realised, it was coming from the gargoyle! He stuttered,
"Eh, I'm Fletcher Renn, the last Teleporter?" and then the gates swung open, revealing a weird looking lady, with emerald robes, and a long wizard's hat.
"Who are you?" she asked, "and how did you get inside the grounds?"
Fletcher pulled at his collar, and said, "Well, I teleported", and the woman squinted her eyes, and said, "You mean Apparate?"
Fletcher shook his head, "No, I teleported, like this"
Fletcher teleported behind the stern woman, and cleared his throat.
She whipped round, lifted some stick, and shouted "Incarcerous!"
Fletcher wondered if this was an odd swear, but then ropes flew out of her stick, and wrapped round Fletcher, leaving him stumbling to the floor. He calmed himself, pictured his room in London. Things that could cut ropes were there. But he couldn't. He was stuck here.
Fletcher teleported upright behind the crazy woman with the magic stick, and wand, Fletcher thought, and said, "No need for that, I mean no harm! I'm harmless!"
She raised the wand again, but he was already gone.
Fletcher looked down from the rafters of the Hall. The woman cursed, and then ran off. Fletcher teleported back.
He hobbled around with very little movement, because he was still tied up. Thank God his hair was untouched. He was teleporting around the room, looking for something sharp when a seriously old guy came in, but seriously, old. Long white beard, long robes, long 'wand'. Fletcher shouted "Why are you so evil! I'm innocent! I can just teleport!"
The old man spoke.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, my name is Albus Dumbledore, and your magic has overruled mine. That, I find, is very unusual"
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