An: CAPITALISTM DOESN:T WORK YOU FUCKIGN IDIOT! A FEW PEEPLE DOIN' GOOD THINGS FOR THE PROLITARITE DOESN:T CHANG THAT! As long as Capitolism EXPLOITS the POOR, hepping a few o them wont change anyfang!

"I hate to break it to you, little boy," said Professor Pepsi, finally overcoming his HILARIOUS shock, "but communism is just a silly idea which sounds good, but doesn't really work. Without monetary incentives, people won't work hard."

"THAT'S NOT FUCKING TRUE!" I yelled progressively. "YOU CAN'T FOOL ME WITH YOUR FUCKING FAR RIGHT PROPAGANDA!"

"You are very young," spoke Professor Pepsi in an evil voice, "and don't understand how the world works yet. Once you've grow up, you'll abandon all these silly ideas about making things better for the stupid working class. In the meantime, you should realize that the Death Eaters don't believe in your silly communist ideas at all. They're terrorists who hate our freedom for no reason."

"You say I'm too fucking young?" I asked gloriously. "Maybe it's that my ideas are too young for you! Maybe it's time for the young to stand up to the old! Maybe we want to rise up and create a new world without the warmongering of the old generation! Maybe instead of fighting a fucking pointless war, we should be asking ourselves what we did to make the Death Eaters hate us so much! WHO'S FUCKING WITH ME?!"

"WE ARE!" yelled Ron, Seamus, Neville, and Dean as they stood up to join me.

Professor Pepsi's mouth was gasping for words. I could tell I had totally blown his old, outdated mind and its ancient bourgeois world view with the new ideas of the working man's revolution of the youth for the proletariat!

A few more students stood up. Some of them looked nervous, probably not yet understanding the ideas of the revolution, but nevertheless wanting change and seeing me as a faint hope for a new world without FUCKING IMPERIALISM AND WAR! The unsure courage on Parvati and Lavender's faces was very sexually enticing, not that I had any time to be concerned with such trivialities. As I looked around at all the standing students, I was so moved by their youthful courage that a single tear rolled down my cheek. Then I turned to the front of the class, locked eyes with The Enemy and bellowed, "workers of the world, unite!"