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BLOOPER #1
Dumbledore's private bathroom is filled with Italian marble and lighted candles creating the aura of soft illumination. In the tub, Albus Dumbledore sits in a pool of bubbles. His trusty rubber duck is by his side.
"Welcome my friends as we are almost at our conclusion to our future award-winning movie, "Ron of the Dead." I am Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore and I thank you for tuning in to Hogwarts Theatre. As you know, after a hard day's work, we all need a little rest and relaxation. Alas, there can be none for our Magnificent Seven. Watch as their perils continue in this next installment."
Large bubbles erupt at Dumbledore's side. "Oh, I'm so sorry! Pardon me!" He blushed, fanning his hand in the air.
BLOOPER #2
Ginny now appeared to have grown about six inches. Her hair was flying about her head in waves as if it were being blown about in the wind. Small horns sprouted from her forehead, and a pointed tail flicked behind her in annoyance. As she looked up, her eyes glowed with an eerie red light. The air around her crackled with energy.
She looked at the group. "Harry," she purred, "run."
Harry ran and crashed directly into the twins, knocking him backwards. The cast burst out laughing. "Sorry there, Mate!" said Fred as George helped him to his feet.
BLOOPER #3
And so they went carefully down the stairs, Hermione following right behind with an arm outstretched on Harry's shoulder. Ron stood sideways on each stair, waving Harry down carefully. Harry grabbed onto the railing with both hands tightly. His knuckles turned ghost white.
"Come on, mate. You only have five steps to go."
Hermione held Harry tightly by the collar of his robes now. She was focused on her friend until she saw a white shadow pass by the corner of her eye. She burped out loud.
Hermione cupped her hand over her mouth as everyone roared.
"Well, that's one way to break the tension!" said Ron.
BLOOPER #4
"Professor," said Pansy Parkinson. "How may we address your sister respectfully?"
Ron turned to Harry and whispered. "He's got a sister?"
The woman took a step forward and spoke in a demure, but stern tone. "My name is…Frau Blücher."
Somewhere in the background, a horse's neigh is heard.
Harry and Ron burst out into a giggle fit.
BLOOPER #5
Percy's hand shot into the air. She turned from him, walking a few paces away. He found his eyes being drawn to her posterior, its shape bringing to mind a succulent ham hock. He found his mouth watering.
She turned back to him. "Yes, Wheelbarrow?"
"Er, could you turn around again?"
"What? Oh, I suppose so," she said turning around so that her back was to him. Percy reached out unsteadily toward her, his mouth stretching wide. She turned around again and caught him straight in the mouth with a passionate kiss, and jumping up wrapping her beefy legs around his waist!
"CUT!" yelled Dobby as everyone laughed.
BLOOPER #6
"I think you need to be milked," Ginny replied. "I, er, can help you with that if you'd like," she said waggling her eyebrows suggestively at him. As he blushed furiously, she cackled with laughter.
He got up and went around behind a changing screen that had luckily appeared nearby. As he did, there was a crash and a yelp of pain. "Er, Ginny?" came Harry's voice from behind the screen.
"Yes, Harry?"
"It seems I've fallen and made a rather squishy mess of things back here. You wouldn't be so kind as to give me a hand, would you?"
"I thought you'd never ask, Harry," she said, stepping around the corner of the screen. A loud crash and a second yelp of pain came from behind the screen.
"Er, Ron?" came Ginny's voice.
"Yes, Ginny," he replied.
"I've fallen, and I can't get up!" she cried out.
Everyone fell on the floor laughing.
BLOOPER #7
[CUE MICHAEL JACKSON'S THRILLER]
Riddle/Smeagol started to twitch. The zombies fell into four rows of five behind him. They picked up the rhythmic twitching as well. Soon they were all starting to dance. They all lifted one leg and their hands in unison, swaying from side to side. An eerie singing started.
"It's close to midnight and something evil's…"
"Damnit!" yelled Riddle. "Dobby, I stepped in a puddle again!"
Dobby came out from behind the camera and shouted. "CUT! Get Riddle the Doc Martens!"
BLOOPER #8
The seven scattered around looking for their items. The twins walked past a wall lined with flaming rotisserie skewers where house elves were roasting under a pit fire.
"Do you smell something, Fred?"
"Yeah, that was me. Sorry George?" replied Fred
BLOOPER #9
"Let's go!" said everyone. They filed out the kitchen as the rotisseries turned again revealing one little elf who flashed a large smile and waved as he held a sign on his chest that said, "Hi Mom." Then, he slipped off the skewer and fell with a thud.
"OWW!" cried Dobby.
BLOOPER #10
"The time has come for our final episode. The thrilling conclusion of "Ron of the Dead" will air next time here on Hogwarts Theatre. I am Albus…oh dragon dung! I forgot my name!"
BLOOPER #11
Riddle stood there with an evil glint in his eye. From under his cloak then, he pulled a pair of hand puppets. One was white skinned with red eyes, while the other appeared to have a large hooked nose and greasy hair. He looked down on the greasy haired puppet and waggled his eyebrows suggestively at it. "Who's your big dark daddy?"
Snape walked right up to him and snatched the puppets out of his hand, walking away in disgust. Riddle began cracking up.