Chapter 8: The Problem



Harry and Ron were alone in the Gryffindor common room. It was after midnight. Harry and Ron got their wands out, and chanted "Breakus allus wandsus withinus ahundredus meterus ofus usus nowus!" loudly.
A loud bang was heard from upstairs, and McGonagall came down. "What's all the ruckus?"
"AAAAAH!" screamed Ron and Harry, running up to their rooms from the awful sight of seeing Professor McGonagall in a red lace lingerie set.
"That was a close one." Harry panted, trying to catch his breath. Ron didn't answer. He was banging his head, trying to get rid of the mental images. "We better be more careful from now on, Ron." Ron nodded, and after mending their wands, the two went to bed.
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The next day, the entire school was puzzling over how all of the wands of the Gryffindors had busted on the same night. Hermione seemed to think it a conspiracy.
"Truly it is a Slytherin plot to devoid the Gryffindor students of their ability to gain points, thus granting them full access to yet another House trophy." said Hermione, to anyone who would listen.
Harry and Ron were making a killing off selling wand repair supplies. It was not without sacrifice, though.
"I don't think I'll ever get that image of scantily dressed McGonagall out of my head." Ron winced, taking another ten Galleons for a roll of Spell-O-tape.
"Relax, Ron." said Harry, passing out some spare dragon heartstrings. "With all the money we're making off this, we'll be able to afford almost any girl in the school!"
The two continued passing out supplies, until Dumbledore came up to them with a stern look on his face. "Boys, we need a talk." He led them away from the crowd.
Harry and Ron tried to look innocent. "Professor, it wasn't us! We know that someone in the Gryffindor common room after midnight performed a breakus allus wandsus withinus ahundredus meterus ofus usus nowus curse and then ran and hid, but it wasn't us!"
"That wasn't what I wanted to see you about," said Dumbledore gruffly. "Professor McGonagall said you saw her in her pajamas last night."
Harry and Ron looked at each other, disgusted. "Yeah? So what?"
"Well," Dumbledore stammered. "What... did she look like? I mean... how..."
"I don't think Dumbledore has had much luck getting her into bed." whispered Ron.
Dumbledore overheard. "Detention, both of you. I expect to see you outside the school tonight, and be prepared for a nice, harsh learning from Argus Filch." He walked away, unhappily, muttering "Is it really that obvious that I can't get her to put out?"
Harry and Ron went back to their stuff, only to find that someone had stolen them.
A shrill voice cried "Harry Potter must not go to Detention!"
Harry and Ron shrugged. "Sounds like a good excuse to me," said Harry, and the two went off and hid.