Harry Potter
And What Is Going on?
2
Everyone came out of their hiding place and heaved a sigh of relieve when nothing came flying towards them. But the whole place was turned topsy-turvy down.
Ron was extremely angry.
"GET OUT! YOU COWARDY SCUM!"
"No use, Ron. He had got away."
"But he can't get out! Not when we came! No one can come and go without being seen!"
"That's what I'm thinking of, unless it's a ghost."
"You mean...Peeves?"
"He can't get out, Ron. The Bloody Baron had cursed him to stay in the castle forever."
"Unless he knows how to Disparate."
"No one can disparate in the castle, Ron."
"But what if..."
"It is Voldemort's small joke?"
Both stood dumbfounded.
"Voldemort never plays small jokes, Ron. He lost his powers forever."
"Come on, Harry. We'll talk about it on the train."
"I won't be on the train."
"Why?"
"I have my own flying car."
Ron's jaw dropped.
"Dad's car was stolen. You stole it?"
"No of course. Vernon Dursley surrendered it to me."
"Not him?"
"Yes."
"Muggle cars don't fly!"
"That's what! I made it fly like a Quidditch broomstick!"
"You really want to fly it?"
"Why not?"
"Did anyone see you?"
"Of course not."
"That's close."
Other Strange Things
Chapter 3
All too soon, the summer came to the end. Harry had flown off his car with Ron and Hermione to King's Cross. They took off at eleven o'clock just as the Hogwarts Express took off. Harry made the car invisible so that no one would notice. He followed the train straight into the gates of Hogwarts. Harry and his comrades then followed the crowd into the Great Hall. The Sorting Ceremony was about to begin. But Professor McGonagall stepped in with... not the Sorting Hat, but a dirty old rag. Everyone was laughing his or her heads off, even the teachers.
"Why... Professor? This is not the Hat! Why... do you bring it in?" Professor Scyth, the Defense Against Dark Arts teacher laughed.
"Why..." Professor McGonagall stammered, then she saw that it was true. She screamed and dropped the rag.
"Someone...Get the Hat..."
Scyth then sent the Hat flying in with the wave of his own wand. After the Sorting, the Feast began. As everyone was eating, something zoomed by Harry's ear. It narrowly missed the other Gryffindors. The thing then smashed itself at the wall. Everyone turned and looked at it. It was a skull.
"Why... Where did it come from?" Scyth asked.
"Who knows?" Harry stammered.
*
More strange things happened when Harry, Ron and Hermione had eaten and walking down the corridors. They just walked out and BANG BANG BANG BANG! Skulls were flying down towards them!
"Get down here!" Ron shouted. No sooner, the whole corridor was flooding with skulls. Harry and his friends ducked upstairs and hit an invisible wall.
"Hey! Why..."
"Abra!"
The wall exploded and they heaved a sigh of relieve. Hermione was shaken by the incident.
"Who did that...?"
"No one..." Ron panted. They walked on and WHOOSH! They fell into a hole.
"We're trapped!"
And What Is Going on?
2
Everyone came out of their hiding place and heaved a sigh of relieve when nothing came flying towards them. But the whole place was turned topsy-turvy down.
Ron was extremely angry.
"GET OUT! YOU COWARDY SCUM!"
"No use, Ron. He had got away."
"But he can't get out! Not when we came! No one can come and go without being seen!"
"That's what I'm thinking of, unless it's a ghost."
"You mean...Peeves?"
"He can't get out, Ron. The Bloody Baron had cursed him to stay in the castle forever."
"Unless he knows how to Disparate."
"No one can disparate in the castle, Ron."
"But what if..."
"It is Voldemort's small joke?"
Both stood dumbfounded.
"Voldemort never plays small jokes, Ron. He lost his powers forever."
"Come on, Harry. We'll talk about it on the train."
"I won't be on the train."
"Why?"
"I have my own flying car."
Ron's jaw dropped.
"Dad's car was stolen. You stole it?"
"No of course. Vernon Dursley surrendered it to me."
"Not him?"
"Yes."
"Muggle cars don't fly!"
"That's what! I made it fly like a Quidditch broomstick!"
"You really want to fly it?"
"Why not?"
"Did anyone see you?"
"Of course not."
"That's close."
Other Strange Things
Chapter 3
All too soon, the summer came to the end. Harry had flown off his car with Ron and Hermione to King's Cross. They took off at eleven o'clock just as the Hogwarts Express took off. Harry made the car invisible so that no one would notice. He followed the train straight into the gates of Hogwarts. Harry and his comrades then followed the crowd into the Great Hall. The Sorting Ceremony was about to begin. But Professor McGonagall stepped in with... not the Sorting Hat, but a dirty old rag. Everyone was laughing his or her heads off, even the teachers.
"Why... Professor? This is not the Hat! Why... do you bring it in?" Professor Scyth, the Defense Against Dark Arts teacher laughed.
"Why..." Professor McGonagall stammered, then she saw that it was true. She screamed and dropped the rag.
"Someone...Get the Hat..."
Scyth then sent the Hat flying in with the wave of his own wand. After the Sorting, the Feast began. As everyone was eating, something zoomed by Harry's ear. It narrowly missed the other Gryffindors. The thing then smashed itself at the wall. Everyone turned and looked at it. It was a skull.
"Why... Where did it come from?" Scyth asked.
"Who knows?" Harry stammered.
*
More strange things happened when Harry, Ron and Hermione had eaten and walking down the corridors. They just walked out and BANG BANG BANG BANG! Skulls were flying down towards them!
"Get down here!" Ron shouted. No sooner, the whole corridor was flooding with skulls. Harry and his friends ducked upstairs and hit an invisible wall.
"Hey! Why..."
"Abra!"
The wall exploded and they heaved a sigh of relieve. Hermione was shaken by the incident.
"Who did that...?"
"No one..." Ron panted. They walked on and WHOOSH! They fell into a hole.
"We're trapped!"
