Chapter 3: Professor McGonagall's Surprise
Suddenly Crookshanks came running into the room and jumped onto Pr. McGonagall's back and he tore her robe. And everyone turned and looked at her when she screamed in surprise. Then they saw what she was wearing underneath the robe... dragon skin underwear!!!!!!!
"Those nasty rumors-all true!" shrieked Crookshanks.
"Hey, you can't talk!" exclaimed Ron, who stared at the cat as he picked his nose.
"Wanna bet? By the way, I'm not a cat, I'm . . . . . . . . . "
Then the cat turned into Pr. Flitwick!
Everyone screams, "PROFESSOR FLITWICK?!"
"Hey, I thought I was the only one who could turn into a cat!" screams Pr. McGonagall, trying to hold up her robe.
"You're changing the subject: where did you get that fine quality dragon underwear?" Dumbledore asked, eyeing it suspiciously. "I mean, mine isn't half this nice, and I always wanted a pair in scarlet!"
"Well, I'll tell you, you can find them on sale at-"
Hermione cuts in, "at Malfoy's Secret!"
Harry is angry that the adults are now discussing lingerie and ignoring him. "OK, I'm glad we're having a nice conversation and all, but what about me? I'm the real Harry Potter!"
"AND?!" everyone asks; they were in the middle of discussing the difference in quality between Malfoy's Secret and Fudgejockey when the door burst open.
"NO!!! NO!!!! It isn't true! Minerva!!! YOU . . . TOOK . . . . MY . . . ."
"Golden arm?" suggested Ron, forever the idiot.
"NO!! My dragon hide slippers! I didn't want to believe it, no!!!!!!! They're one of a kind," screamed Curtis (A/N: Curtis is a stupid kid we know, had to put him here and make him look stupid) , moaning unhappily. "I spent millions on them!"
"Forget it, fool!" snarled Pr. McGonagall, snatching up the flashy slippers. "They go with my underwear!"
"Well, maybe if they were in beige-" Flitwick said.
"No, not beige! Definitley maroon!" Dumbledore argued.
"I don't know WHAT you're talking about. They would have to be in swamp," Curtis stated.
"Is that a color?" Hermione asked.
"Of course it is!" Ron cried.
"SHUT UP!!!" everyone yells.
"Ok, let's turn this conversation back to me!" Harry roars.
"Ok, what size do you wear?" asked Dumbledore. "I'll try and pick you up a nice bottle-green pair of Horntail boxers, they'll look great with your eyes."
"You think so?" Harry asks, suddenly interested.
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Suddenly Crookshanks came running into the room and jumped onto Pr. McGonagall's back and he tore her robe. And everyone turned and looked at her when she screamed in surprise. Then they saw what she was wearing underneath the robe... dragon skin underwear!!!!!!!
"Those nasty rumors-all true!" shrieked Crookshanks.
"Hey, you can't talk!" exclaimed Ron, who stared at the cat as he picked his nose.
"Wanna bet? By the way, I'm not a cat, I'm . . . . . . . . . "
Then the cat turned into Pr. Flitwick!
Everyone screams, "PROFESSOR FLITWICK?!"
"Hey, I thought I was the only one who could turn into a cat!" screams Pr. McGonagall, trying to hold up her robe.
"You're changing the subject: where did you get that fine quality dragon underwear?" Dumbledore asked, eyeing it suspiciously. "I mean, mine isn't half this nice, and I always wanted a pair in scarlet!"
"Well, I'll tell you, you can find them on sale at-"
Hermione cuts in, "at Malfoy's Secret!"
Harry is angry that the adults are now discussing lingerie and ignoring him. "OK, I'm glad we're having a nice conversation and all, but what about me? I'm the real Harry Potter!"
"AND?!" everyone asks; they were in the middle of discussing the difference in quality between Malfoy's Secret and Fudgejockey when the door burst open.
"NO!!! NO!!!! It isn't true! Minerva!!! YOU . . . TOOK . . . . MY . . . ."
"Golden arm?" suggested Ron, forever the idiot.
"NO!! My dragon hide slippers! I didn't want to believe it, no!!!!!!! They're one of a kind," screamed Curtis (A/N: Curtis is a stupid kid we know, had to put him here and make him look stupid) , moaning unhappily. "I spent millions on them!"
"Forget it, fool!" snarled Pr. McGonagall, snatching up the flashy slippers. "They go with my underwear!"
"Well, maybe if they were in beige-" Flitwick said.
"No, not beige! Definitley maroon!" Dumbledore argued.
"I don't know WHAT you're talking about. They would have to be in swamp," Curtis stated.
"Is that a color?" Hermione asked.
"Of course it is!" Ron cried.
"SHUT UP!!!" everyone yells.
"Ok, let's turn this conversation back to me!" Harry roars.
"Ok, what size do you wear?" asked Dumbledore. "I'll try and pick you up a nice bottle-green pair of Horntail boxers, they'll look great with your eyes."
"You think so?" Harry asks, suddenly interested.
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