Harry was sitting in the Great Hall, venting to his friends his annoyance with Malfoy' current smear campaign against him.
"Look at him sitting there laughing like a fool, " he started "acting like everything that comes out of his mouth is the dog's bollocks." he ranted.
Now; what Harry didn't know was that Dobby had been listening in on the conversation. Looking from the bestest Master ever, to the Malfoy scion.
'Dobby does not see these dog's bollocks, master Harry Potter sirs talking of, ' he thought to himself 'if Dobby fixes it, it may makes Master Harry Potter sir happy' the elf decided.
With that thought Dobby suddenly popped next to Harry and his friends,
"Master Harry Potter sir! Dobby be glad to show vain blondie he thinks wrong!"
With that, Dobby snapped his fingers, and a massive wave of disgusted noise rose from the Slytherin table.
Every head in the Great Hall suddenly looked to the Slytherin table, which allowed them to witness the Malfoy scion regurgitating on the table.
Suddenly, a voice rose over the rest in Slytherin,
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF SALAZARS SWEATY Y FRONTS!" it exclaimed "ARE THOSE ACTUAL EFFIN' DOG'S BOLLOCKS!"
A silent pallor rose over the Hall, every mind ground to a halt over the pure impossibility of those few words. Never before, had anyone thought those words would ever be spoken.
Suddenly Harry spoke among the silent observers,
"You know... I always thought that Malfoy thought everything that came out of his mouth was the dog's bollocks," he began in a voice of bemused wonder "and apparently; it is. Hmm...go figure!"
A/N: This one was inspired by EmmaGoldmanSachs (ID: 6393548). I got a giggle, let me know what you think.