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Chapter 3
"AAAH," screamed Hermione.
"What," said Ron, turning around. He jumped too. Standing in front of them was a horse with a cart behind it and in the cart sat an old man with long hair and a beard. He looked remarkably like Dumbledore. With him sat a boy, about the same age as Harry, Ron and Hermione, only a few inches shorter. He had startling bright blue-gray eyes and curly black hair. His ears, curiously enough were pointed. He certainly wasn't human.
"Who are you?" asked the hobbit suspiciously, for indeed he was a hobbit.
"Oh my God," said Hermione, looking speechless.
"I'm Harry Potter and these are my friends Ron Weasly and Hermione Granger," said Harry, pointing to Ron and Hermione.
"You aren't hobbits. How did you get to the Shire?"
"Oh my God!" said Hermione again. "I knew it. Harry, Ron, we're in the Shire."
"Never heard of it," said Ron.
"It's a place in my book," said Hermione excitedly.
"Which book?" asked Ron.
"The Lord of the Rings," said Hermione. "Honestly Ron, don't you have a brain inside that head of yours?"
Harry, feeling he couldn't stand another argument between the two (they had had six already), continued the conversation.
"Is it safe?" asked Harry.
"Safe?" said Hermione. "We're anything but safe in Middle-earth.
"Where have you come from," asked the old man, who had been silent all this time.
"We were in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry about ten minutes ago," said Harry.
"There is no school where you can learn magic," said the old man.
"There is where we come from, Mr. Gandalf," said Hermione.
"How do you know who he is," asked Ron, surprised.
"I told you Ron, he's in my book," said Hermione impatiently.
"I haven't understood a word you have said," said Gandalf. "Perhaps we should go to Bilbo's house and then you can tell me everything after the party."
End of Chapter 3
Chapter 3
"AAAH," screamed Hermione.
"What," said Ron, turning around. He jumped too. Standing in front of them was a horse with a cart behind it and in the cart sat an old man with long hair and a beard. He looked remarkably like Dumbledore. With him sat a boy, about the same age as Harry, Ron and Hermione, only a few inches shorter. He had startling bright blue-gray eyes and curly black hair. His ears, curiously enough were pointed. He certainly wasn't human.
"Who are you?" asked the hobbit suspiciously, for indeed he was a hobbit.
"Oh my God," said Hermione, looking speechless.
"I'm Harry Potter and these are my friends Ron Weasly and Hermione Granger," said Harry, pointing to Ron and Hermione.
"You aren't hobbits. How did you get to the Shire?"
"Oh my God!" said Hermione again. "I knew it. Harry, Ron, we're in the Shire."
"Never heard of it," said Ron.
"It's a place in my book," said Hermione excitedly.
"Which book?" asked Ron.
"The Lord of the Rings," said Hermione. "Honestly Ron, don't you have a brain inside that head of yours?"
Harry, feeling he couldn't stand another argument between the two (they had had six already), continued the conversation.
"Is it safe?" asked Harry.
"Safe?" said Hermione. "We're anything but safe in Middle-earth.
"Where have you come from," asked the old man, who had been silent all this time.
"We were in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry about ten minutes ago," said Harry.
"There is no school where you can learn magic," said the old man.
"There is where we come from, Mr. Gandalf," said Hermione.
"How do you know who he is," asked Ron, surprised.
"I told you Ron, he's in my book," said Hermione impatiently.
"I haven't understood a word you have said," said Gandalf. "Perhaps we should go to Bilbo's house and then you can tell me everything after the party."
End of Chapter 3