i am sneking furtivly from the dorm to see wot i can pinch from the skool kitchens benethe the kisses hem-hem of NITE (sheley) when sudenly hist cave I hear the dread footsteps of flich the caretaker and his sidekick mrs Norris the taby cat. Cooly keping my head i duck into a disused klassroom.
Chalk dust is thick upon the desks ugh and the only clene object in the room catch my roving eye. it is a giggantic miror with this arkane legend engraved upon the frame:
Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi
it look like duble dutch (xtra tew four guineas a term) but of corse to any boy who hav ever tuned in to dick barton on ye olde wireless this is easy pappy i.e. simply read it backwards, dolt. I gaze with some treppidation into the glass - wot will i see eh?
Can this ghastly Aparition really be handsome uprite noble n. molesworth? It hav a bulbous nose a pinstriped cloke and a green blower hat. I am minnister for magick! It is my duty to make sure all japes pranks wheezes and tricks by underage wizzards are severely punished. CHIZ! Two billion boos to the subconscus! A mitey blo from my size six foopball boot shatter the miror and the pikture fade not a moment too soon.