There is a clack of wood as the lights come back. George's voice could be heard "Pictures for Schools, take eight." Then Fred's,
"Action!" Justin Finch-Fletchley is standing in the middle of the stage, which the scenery looked like a forest. He was explaining what was to happen,
"Defeat at the castle seems to have utterly disheartened King Harry. The ferocity of the French taunting took him completely by surprise, and Harry became convinced that a new strategy was required if the quest for the Holy Stone were to be brought to a successful conclusion. Harry, having consulted his closest Knights, decided that they should separate and search for the Stone individually." There was clopping sounds as he continued "Now, this is what they did: Ronsalot-..." A Knight actually riding a horse slit the historians throat, as he rode by. Hannah Abbot came running out yelling, "Justin!"
The lights black out again. Fred and George's voices can be heard in the dark. "The Tale of Sir Neville." One of them began. "So, each of the Knights went their separate ways." The other one continued.
"Sir Neville rode north, through the dark forest of Ewing, accompanied by 'is favorite Minstrels." Sir Neville is 'riding' through the forest while Oliver Wood sings,
"Bravely bold Sir Neville rode forth from Hogwarts.
He was not afraid to die, O brave Sir Neville.
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways,
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Neville!
He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp,
Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken,
To have his kneecaps split and his body burned away
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Neville!
His head smashed in and his heart cut out
And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged
And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off
And his pen-..." Neville interrupted him with an expression of disgust and fear on his face.
"That's-that's, uh-that's enough music for now, lads. Heh. Looks like there is dirty work afoot." In the background you can see Terry Boot and Susan Bones.
"Anarcho-syndicalism is a way of persevering freedom." Susan answers him,
"Oh, Dennis, forget about freedom. We don't have enough mud." Sir Neville continues to 'ride'. Suddenly out of nowhere a three-headed knight appears,
"Halt! Who art thou?" all three heads say at once. Oliver sings the answer,
"He is brave Sir Neville, brave Sir Neville, who--..."
"Shut up!" Sir Neville yells to Oliver. "Um, n-n-n-nobody really, I'm j-j-j-ju-just um, just passing through." He said to the heads.
"What do you want?" The heads asked
"To fight and-..." Oliver sang.
"Shut up!" Sir Neville yelled again at Oliver. You can see him cross his arms as Sir Neville continues to talk to the heads. "Um, oo, a-nothing, nothing really. I, uh, j-j-just-just to um, just to p-pass through, good Sir Knight." All the heads spoke again,
"I'm afraid not!"
"Ah. W-well, actually I-I am a Knight the Round Table."
"You're a Knight of The Round Table?"
"I am."
"In that case, I shall have to kill you." Ron said on the left.
"Shall I?" Harry asked in the middle.
"Oh, I don't think so." Hermione said on the right.
"Well, what do I think?" Harry asked.
"I think kill him." Ron answered.
"Oh, let's be nice to him." Hermione protested.
"Oh, shut up!" Ron said to Hermione.
"Perhaps I could--..." Sir Neville stumbles in.
"And you! Oh, quick! Get the sword out. I want to cut his head off!" Ron demanded.
"Oh, cut your own head off!" Hermione argued.
"Yes, do us all a favor!" Harry agreed.
"What?" Ron asked in surprise.
"Yapping on all the time." Hermione answered.
"You're lucky. You're not next to him." Harry said.
"What do you mean?" Ron asked Harry.
"You snore!" Harry answered.
"Oh, I don't. Anyway, you've got bad breath." Ron argued.
"Well, it's only because you don't brush my teeth." Harry said.
"Oh, stop whining and lets go have tea." Hermione jumped in.
"Oh, all right. All right. All right. We'll kill him first and then go have tea and biscuits." Ron decided.
"Yes." Harry agreed.
"Oh, not biscuits." Hermione complained.
"All right. All right, not biscuits, but lets kill him anyway." Ron cried.
"Right!" all heads agreed. They looked down and around. Sir Neville and his minstrels were gone.
"He buggered off." Harry observed.
"So he has. He's scarpered." Hermione said. The light dimmed and went to another section of the stage. Oliver is singing and 'riding' behind Sir Neville.
"Brave Sir Neville ran away,"
"No!"
"Bravely ran away, away."
"I didn't!"
"When danger reared it's ugly head, he bravely turned his tail and fled."
"No!"
"Yes, brave Sir Neville turned about"
"I didn't!"
"And gallantly he chickened out. Bravely taking to his feet,"
"I never did!"
"He beat a very brave retreat,"
"All lies!"
"Bravest of the brave, Sir Neville."
"I never!" The lights turned off with the music still going. Over the music Ron's voice could clearly be heard.
"What the bloody hell was that all about, Harry!"
"It was in the script, Ron! I had to say it! You know I didn't mean it!"
"They can hear you!" Hermione shouted at them. "Knock it off!"