When the lights came back up, the scene has changed yet again to a small village. There are the standard seventh year extras, and Harry and Hermione are 'riding' through, and stop by Pansy Parkinson.
"Old Crone!" Harry said to her. "Is there anywhere in this town where we could buy a shrubbery?" There was a dramatic chord.
Pansy looks pained as she answered, "Who sent you?"
"The Knights Who Say 'Ni'." Harry said with a glance at Hermione.
"Aggh! No! Never! We have no shrubberies here." Pansy cried.
"If you do not tell us where we can buy a shrubbery, my friend and I will say... we will say... 'ni'." Harry threatened.
"Agh! Do your worst!" Pansy winced.
"Very well! If you will not assist us voluntarily,... ni!" Harry shouted.
"No! Never! No shrubberies!" Pansy cried.
"Ni!" Harry cried.
"Nu!" Sir Hermione cried.
"No, no, no, no, i-" Harry said.
"Nu!" Sir Hermione cried.
"No, it's not that. It's 'ni'." Harry said.
"Nu!" Sir Hermione cried.
"No, no. 'Ni'. You're not doing it properly. No." Harry said again.
"Ni!" Sir Hermione finally said. "Ni!" Harry and Sir Hermione said together. "That's it. That's it. You've got it." Harry congratulated her. They continued saying 'Ni!' over and over again, Pansy cringing and groaning in time to their 'Ni!'s. Then Lee Jordan came by riding in a cart laden with shrubberies, pulled by two seventh year extras.
"Are you saying 'Ni!' to that old woman?"
Harry winced and answered, "Erm,... yes."
"Oh, what sad times are these when passing ruffians can say 'ni' at will to Old ladies. There is a pestilence upon this land. Nothing is sacred. Even those who arrange and design shrubberies are under considerable economic stress at this period in history." Lee says.
"Did you say 'shrubberies'?" Harry asked.
"Yes. Shrubberies are my trade. I am a shrubber. My name is Roger the Shrubber. I arrange, design, and sell shrubberies."
Sir Hermione leapt forward and shouted, "Ni!".
Harry grabbed her shoulders and held her back. "No! No, no, no! No!" just as the lights went out. The scene changed back to the original Ni Knight forest. Harry and Sir Hermione were now standing back in front of the Slytherin Quidditch team as the Ni Knights.
"O Knights of Ni, we have brought you your shrubbery. May we go now?" Harry was asking the Ni Knights.
"It is a good shrubbery. I like the laurels particularly,... but there is one small problem." Marcus Flint started.
"What is that?" Harry asked.
"We are now... no longer the Knights Who Say 'Ni'." Flint said.
"Ni! Shh!" several of the Knights said.
"Shh!" Flint said to them. "We are now the Knights Who Say 'Ecky-ecky-ecky-ecky-pikang- zoop-boing-goodem-zoo-owli-zhiv'." One of the Knights in the back cried "Ni!"
"Therefore, we must give you a test." Flint continued.
"What is this test, O Knights of-- Knights who till recently said 'ni'?" Harry asked Flint.
"Firstly, you must find... another shrubbery!" A dramatic chord sounded.
"Not another shrubbery!" Harry cried.
One of the other Quidditch players cried "Ni!"
"Then, when you have found the shrubbery, you must place it here beside this shrubbery, only slightly higher so you get the two-level effect with a little path running down the middle." Flint continued. The other players seemed very interested by the idea of a path, and shouted "A path! A path! A path! A path! Ni! Shh! Ni! Ni! Ni! Shh! Shh!... "
"Then, when you have found the shrubbery, you must cut down the mightiest tree in the forest... with... a herring!" another dramatic chord sounded. The Ni Knights echoed "A herring!"
"We shall do no such thing!" Harry cried.
"Oh, please!" Flint begged.
"Cut down a tree with a herring? It can't be done." Harry pointed out. The Ni Knights cried out in pain and held their heads, for once.
"Augh! Ohh! Don't say that word." Flint cried.
"What word?" Harry asked.
"I cannot tell, suffice to say is one of the words the Knights of Ni cannot hear." Flint explained.
"How can we not say the word if you don't tell us what it is?" Harry asked. The Ni Knights went into actions of intense pain again. "You said it again!" They cried.
"What, 'is'?" Harry wanted to know.
"Agh! No, not 'is'." they cried.
"No, not 'is'. You wouldn't get vary far in life not saying 'is'." Flint pointed out. "No, not 'is'. Not 'is'." The Knights agreed.
"My liege, its Sir Neville!" Sir Hermione pointed.
Neville had indeed arrived, accompanied by Oliver singing,
"Packing it in and packing it up
And sneaking away and buggering up
And chickening out and pissing off home,
Yes, bravely he is throwing in the sponge."
"Sir Neville!" Harry Cried, announcing the arrival.
"My liege! It's good to see you." Neville said as he came to a stop.
"Now he's said the word!" Flint cried, holding his ears.
"Surely you've not given up your quest for the Holy Stone?" Harry asked his Knight.
"He is sneaking away and buggering up--..." Oliver sang.
"Shut up!" He cried to Oliver. "No, no. No. Far from it."
"He said the word again!" Flint yelled. The Knights held their heads in pain.
"I was looking for it." The Knights groaned "Uh, here-- here in this forest."
"No, it is far from this place." Harry said to him.
"Aaaaugh! Stop saying the word! The word..." Flint cried.
"Oh, stop it!" Harry shouted to the Knights.
"...we cannot hear! Ow! He said it again!" they cried.
"Draco!" Harry called, summoning his squire, and leaving the clearing. Draco hesitantly followed, clapping the coconuts together. As they left and the lights went down, they could hear the knights screaming,
"Wait! I said it! I said it! Ooh! I said it again! And there again! That's three 'it's! Ohh! Aaaaugh!"