HARRY POTTER and the REST of the SENTENCE

Book II in the Botnik Saga

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CHAPTER TWO:

"Dumbledore's Beautiful, Dire Feet"

Draco Malfoy was up to something. He could not see his face in his hands; he had forgotten the potion over the last few hours, and reverted to desk business; clearly, he had a very watery plan in mind. At least, Harry and his hat thought that.

Harry's hat contracted with a sudden and rather unnerving twitch. Harry did not like the emphasis it put on the cloak billowing behind the goblin thief, but he did not want to let his anger spill out at it, and it did agree with him on the other occasions, so he pretended not to care about the fact that Ron was dying from the tip down.

Besides, Harry's hat contracting could only mean that Dumbledore was going back on the floor, and that was terrifying.

"Dumbledore!" bellowed Harry Potter. "The truth of the stairs began as a pair of pajamas, and got into bed. I want you to remember what form of a small voice it was. I want you wrist-banging, and Hermione has left me affectionately. Harry is my past, present and breakfast. It must be very lucky to be an old wizard, but now the broadcast is really getting stronger: YOU. MUST. THERE."

Harry clutched his wand at the ready, looking at him.

"Malfoy! " spoke Dumbledore. "Hepzibah!"

"Malfoy? Hepzibah?" he said hoarsely.

"Pleasure!" bellowed Dumbledore's great yellow nails as he struggled to remain upright.

Harry thought that was much too late for that.

Harry took a deep worn stone and threw it up at the headmaster's head, shouting "OGDEN!".

A few days later, several feet dragged their way to the castle and then, without raising the rest of the class, they proceeded to burn the old man to a sudden and rather bloody death.

Harry thoroughly enjoyed that, for all its pallor and weakness, but he had to keep his mind on the edge of the problem, and the swishing problem was Malfoy's legs. They had to be demolished.

Malfoy disliked Harry's plan.

A few seconds after Voldemort's burial, Harry yelled "Ogden", but before he realized it, Malfoy sniggered and pulled out a handful of new nimbus two thousands. The new nimbus two thousands experienced a thrill perfectly well, and they all seemed embarrassingly delighted at Harry's "Ogden". Draco Flitwick gasped for breath as a silver knife fried his eyes and buried itself firmly into his shoulder, but Draco Malfoy was standing beside him, again conspicuously sniggering.

Malfoy's legs were not being forcibly demolished.

Hermione had seen it all. She mechanically clicked her wand and her spectacles, flashing yellow in surprise.

"You are Hagrid now, Malfoy," she whispered gravely. "I'm lamplike, too, actually."

"No! No! …Seriously! I am your triumph! You love me longingly!" reached Harry.

Hermione gave him a clap on the back before catching sight of Voldemort, who seemed determined to avoid Harry seeing that he was not particularly dead.

"Oh dear," she said, "Harry, which deflated jar did Professor Dumbledore know best?"

While Harry answered, the dread Voldemort quietly legged it on the back of his half - laughing centaur slave, whose half - moon spectacles looked slightly earthier than usual.