Harry, Ron, and Hermione, rushing through the corridors with books under
their arms, looking at the clock they had just passed.
"8:04?!" screams Hermione, "We're late for potions class! That skinny old Snape will be breathing down our necks!"
"That's Professor Snape to you, Miss Granger." Professor McGonagoll is behind them with her arms in front of her.
"Sorry Professor," says Hermione.
"That's Professor McGonagoll to you, Miss Granger." Says Professor Kilo, a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. The two Professors stand staring without movement.
"Sorry Professor McGonagoll."
"And?." Professor Kilo says, barely moving his lips.
"And Professor Kilo."
Professor McGonagoll and Professor Kilo stare at the three. Harry blinks and Ron gulps. Hermione stares at the Professors as if saying, 'Well?! Aren't you going to leave yet?' Finally, Harry broke the long silence, "Ummm.We have to go to class. Do you mind?"
"Yes!" scream the Professors.
"WHY?! ATLEAST WE'RE NOT A GOOD FOR NOTH-" Harry covered Ron's mouth, hoping not to get detention. The Professors just stare blankly. After a while, the Professors left.
"We have potions class. Remember? C'mon!" Hermione runs away and disappears in the croud. Harry and Ron follow.
* * *
Finally, they reach the door which leads to the dreaded dungeons of.*scary music*.Professor Snape. The three are terrified to find out what would happen because they are already ten minutes late. Hermione opens the door and they all walk in. They see the entire class sitting at their desks, but see no Professor Snape! Harry, Ron, and Hermione sit at their desk and wait. Five minutes later, Professor Snape came in giggling all the way to his desk.
"Guess what! I was in my room sleeping, and all of a sudden, I remembered I had to teach a class! Hahahahaha!!!"
The class stares at him blankly. He puts his books down and sits at his desk. He stares at the class. The class stares at him. He still stares at the class. The class gets annoyed. After a few minutes, Ron says, "Well?!.Aren't you going to teach us?! I would really appreciate it if you would!. Wait.no I won't."
"Er.Professor Snape?" says Hermione in a very annoyed voice.
"WWWHHHAAAZZZUUUPPPPBBBIII?!" Professor Snape says with a very peculiar attitude.
"Uhhh.Could you teach the class now?"
"OK."
Snape stares at the class. The class stares at him. He stares back. They stare back. He grins. They groan. He laughs. They turn red. He turns blue and cries out with laughter. Their heads are practically on fire and are full of anger. Then.
"YOU MUTATED TROLL! TEACH US!!!! WHAT KIND OF TEACHER ARE YOU? YOU SMELL, YOU LAUGH, YOU'RE CRAZY! WHY, IF I HAD MY WAND WITH ME I WOULD---"
Again, Harry covers Ron's mouth, hoping Snape won't cry. Well.his hopes turn into doubts. Snape bursts into tears and is crying like mad. Ron, still having his mouth covered, starts to laugh very hard; he almost bites Harry's hand.
"HAHAHAHAHA!!!! YOU HALFWIT OF A DONKEY! YOU'RE SO STUPID! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Ron starts to turn purple. He can't breathe! Then.SLAM! Ron faints.
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"8:04?!" screams Hermione, "We're late for potions class! That skinny old Snape will be breathing down our necks!"
"That's Professor Snape to you, Miss Granger." Professor McGonagoll is behind them with her arms in front of her.
"Sorry Professor," says Hermione.
"That's Professor McGonagoll to you, Miss Granger." Says Professor Kilo, a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. The two Professors stand staring without movement.
"Sorry Professor McGonagoll."
"And?." Professor Kilo says, barely moving his lips.
"And Professor Kilo."
Professor McGonagoll and Professor Kilo stare at the three. Harry blinks and Ron gulps. Hermione stares at the Professors as if saying, 'Well?! Aren't you going to leave yet?' Finally, Harry broke the long silence, "Ummm.We have to go to class. Do you mind?"
"Yes!" scream the Professors.
"WHY?! ATLEAST WE'RE NOT A GOOD FOR NOTH-" Harry covered Ron's mouth, hoping not to get detention. The Professors just stare blankly. After a while, the Professors left.
"We have potions class. Remember? C'mon!" Hermione runs away and disappears in the croud. Harry and Ron follow.
* * *
Finally, they reach the door which leads to the dreaded dungeons of.*scary music*.Professor Snape. The three are terrified to find out what would happen because they are already ten minutes late. Hermione opens the door and they all walk in. They see the entire class sitting at their desks, but see no Professor Snape! Harry, Ron, and Hermione sit at their desk and wait. Five minutes later, Professor Snape came in giggling all the way to his desk.
"Guess what! I was in my room sleeping, and all of a sudden, I remembered I had to teach a class! Hahahahaha!!!"
The class stares at him blankly. He puts his books down and sits at his desk. He stares at the class. The class stares at him. He still stares at the class. The class gets annoyed. After a few minutes, Ron says, "Well?!.Aren't you going to teach us?! I would really appreciate it if you would!. Wait.no I won't."
"Er.Professor Snape?" says Hermione in a very annoyed voice.
"WWWHHHAAAZZZUUUPPPPBBBIII?!" Professor Snape says with a very peculiar attitude.
"Uhhh.Could you teach the class now?"
"OK."
Snape stares at the class. The class stares at him. He stares back. They stare back. He grins. They groan. He laughs. They turn red. He turns blue and cries out with laughter. Their heads are practically on fire and are full of anger. Then.
"YOU MUTATED TROLL! TEACH US!!!! WHAT KIND OF TEACHER ARE YOU? YOU SMELL, YOU LAUGH, YOU'RE CRAZY! WHY, IF I HAD MY WAND WITH ME I WOULD---"
Again, Harry covers Ron's mouth, hoping Snape won't cry. Well.his hopes turn into doubts. Snape bursts into tears and is crying like mad. Ron, still having his mouth covered, starts to laugh very hard; he almost bites Harry's hand.
"HAHAHAHAHA!!!! YOU HALFWIT OF A DONKEY! YOU'RE SO STUPID! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Ron starts to turn purple. He can't breathe! Then.SLAM! Ron faints.
To be continued.
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