What was Harry thinking about?
Well this trip was courtesy of one item that the Professor built, the Universal Remote Control. For the last, who knew how many years, he had been flung from one end of the multiverse to the other. All he wanted to do was get back to Kara and the kids.
It was on this trip he begun codifying a group of laws:
Do not do magic while drunk, or while having a hang over – He learned this both from the remote control and from when he gained his mage sight.
Be careful of anything the Professor, Henchgirl, or the Twins give you. - He more than anyone had experienced this. Time and time and time again.
The final of the trio of laws? Read The F Manual! Away from the device!
He really wished he was near civilization of some type.
That's when he heard something, and looked off to the side.
A man in beige clothing was carrying what looked like a sick house elf on his back. Well, if he help to cure it, it would be something to do. Besides, maybe they knew where he could find a beer.
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"House Elf I am Not!" came the indignant response from the little sickly green being. "Yoda am I."
Harry looked at the clearly delusional House Elf. "Ok. Well, what are you doing?"
"Teaching this big one to be Jedi I am. Curious am I. Of the Force you are not, but the Force do you have?" Yoda said frowning. He really did not like mysteries.
"The Force? Jedi? Can you explain those terms to me?"
"Heard not, you have of the Jedi? Impossible! How came you here if you have not the Force?"
Harry grumbled, "Would you believe I used a remote control?"
Yoda's eyes blinked. "Explain then I must, and explain you must as well."
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"So you're saying this Force is magic?" asked Harry.
"Some call it so. But the Force is more!"
Both were looking at Yoda's student, Luke as he was doing all sorts of training using the 'Force'. Harry honestly never thought of using his innate magic like that, but it made sense. Maybe he could get a few lessons. "Can I try some of this training as well?"
Yoda hemmed as hawed as he looked over the young man. "Cook can you?"
Harry snorted, "One of the first things I learned."
Yoda nodded. He had lived here most of his life, and finding tasty food was always a problem. If this one could do so...
"Cook then, and if it be good, train you I will, Black."
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The meal that night was interesting to say the least, and unknown to Yoda, Harry had mixed a few of the medicines he always carried in his pocket with the food, just to be on the safe side. It had an unintentional effect on Yoda's body, but that wouldn't be noticed for more than a year. Luke was just wondering where he had found such good meat.
