Dumbledore sighed. He had given up hope of ever finding a new Defense
Against The Dark Arts teacher. He had put ads in Daily Prophet ad still no
one contacted him. There was only one thing left to do. Run a nation wide
contest to find the best man (or woman) for the job.
[2 months later]
"Get lost Voldy." Sneered Dumbledore as the Dark Lord walked into the audition room.
"Oh please." Begged Voldemort.
"Look get out of here before I notify the aurors."
"Fine" Sulked Voldemort as he walked out of the room muttering something about a "stoopid headmaster".
Dumbledore sighed as he remembered that he was yet to come across a witch or wizard here that could perform any sort of magic, in fact he presumed that they were all muggles seeking fame and fortune in one of the next Harry Potter movies.
"Lousy boy" Dumbledore thought, "thinks he's so good but he's just a stuck- up little brat who thinks he owns the school. Well there isn't anything I can do about it. After all he is the boy-who-lived-and-will-probably-defeat- the-dark-lord. Long title, I cant believe that's what he wants people to call him that now. What a loser"
He shook his head of thoughts and called for the next wizard to come in. A man dressed in fine wizard robes walked in.
"Name?" inquired Dumbledore.
"My name is Lucious Malfoy. By day I am a death eater, loyal to the dark lord and his quest to seek immortality... BUT BY NIGHT I GO BY THE NAME OF....
He ripped off his robes to reveal a black leather costume with cape
"BATMAN!"
"Oh brother" said Dumbledore sighed for the hundredth time that day. Luscious or...batman had now started to prance around the room like a little girl.
"Nanananana BATMAN!"
"Nanananana GET LOST." shouted Dumbledore back at him.
Lucious's face fell and he walked at the room.
"Next" shouted Dumbledore.
A small man with a bowler hat walked in.
"Name?" inquired Dumbledore.
"My name...it's not important at the moment. What is important is that you listen to what I have to say. Luke, I am your father."
"Idiot! Try-outs for the stage version of Star-Wars are four doors down. NEXT!"
The man thanked Dumbledore and raced out of the room.
"I need some coffee." Dumbledore said to no one. He got out his wand, muttered a few words and a cup of coffee appeared on a tray. He sipped it as the next person walked in. Dumbledore choked on his coffee, it was Ron dressed up in cheerleader uniform and holding yellow pom-poms.
"Gooooooooo Gryffindor!" shouted Ron in his best cheerleader voice.
Dumbledore pointed next door.
"Cheerleader try-outs are over there Mr. Weasley"
"Oh.... Sorry bout that Professor." Muttered Ron and he hurried out of the room.
Dumbledore took another sip of his coffee and shouted "Next!"
[2 months later]
"Get lost Voldy." Sneered Dumbledore as the Dark Lord walked into the audition room.
"Oh please." Begged Voldemort.
"Look get out of here before I notify the aurors."
"Fine" Sulked Voldemort as he walked out of the room muttering something about a "stoopid headmaster".
Dumbledore sighed as he remembered that he was yet to come across a witch or wizard here that could perform any sort of magic, in fact he presumed that they were all muggles seeking fame and fortune in one of the next Harry Potter movies.
"Lousy boy" Dumbledore thought, "thinks he's so good but he's just a stuck- up little brat who thinks he owns the school. Well there isn't anything I can do about it. After all he is the boy-who-lived-and-will-probably-defeat- the-dark-lord. Long title, I cant believe that's what he wants people to call him that now. What a loser"
He shook his head of thoughts and called for the next wizard to come in. A man dressed in fine wizard robes walked in.
"Name?" inquired Dumbledore.
"My name is Lucious Malfoy. By day I am a death eater, loyal to the dark lord and his quest to seek immortality... BUT BY NIGHT I GO BY THE NAME OF....
He ripped off his robes to reveal a black leather costume with cape
"BATMAN!"
"Oh brother" said Dumbledore sighed for the hundredth time that day. Luscious or...batman had now started to prance around the room like a little girl.
"Nanananana BATMAN!"
"Nanananana GET LOST." shouted Dumbledore back at him.
Lucious's face fell and he walked at the room.
"Next" shouted Dumbledore.
A small man with a bowler hat walked in.
"Name?" inquired Dumbledore.
"My name...it's not important at the moment. What is important is that you listen to what I have to say. Luke, I am your father."
"Idiot! Try-outs for the stage version of Star-Wars are four doors down. NEXT!"
The man thanked Dumbledore and raced out of the room.
"I need some coffee." Dumbledore said to no one. He got out his wand, muttered a few words and a cup of coffee appeared on a tray. He sipped it as the next person walked in. Dumbledore choked on his coffee, it was Ron dressed up in cheerleader uniform and holding yellow pom-poms.
"Gooooooooo Gryffindor!" shouted Ron in his best cheerleader voice.
Dumbledore pointed next door.
"Cheerleader try-outs are over there Mr. Weasley"
"Oh.... Sorry bout that Professor." Muttered Ron and he hurried out of the room.
Dumbledore took another sip of his coffee and shouted "Next!"
