Hey everybody, it's me again. Please send some reviews. Im getting bored, and I need suggestions. Anyways, I think that I'm doing good so far. This chapter I'm going to make really funny, so get ready for some good times.
Harry trudged up the stairs towards the transfiguration classroom. The halls were dark, and Harry thought he could hear a voice.
"Seven days! Seven days!" it repeated.
Harry took the voices for nothing, and continued towards his class.
When he arrived, he only saw two people already there; Neville Longbottom and another random kid. Harry took a seat and laid his books on the table. He didn't really take a look at them when he purchased them, so he took a peek. The title of the first one was "How to Turn Your Brother Into a Pot Bellied Pig." The second book was entitled "Turning Crap Into Useful Items." By the time Harry looked up, class was started.
"Take your seats, children." said Professor Mcgonagall. "Take out turning crap into useful items. You kids may have thought 'crap' meant 'junk,' but we are actually working with real crap. Today's lesson is turning my leftover cat crap into anything useful. You have thirty minutes to complete the assignment."
"What a chatterbox!" Harry thought, as he grabbed a piece of Mcgonagall's cat crap.
Harry opened the book and looke for 'cat crap' in the index. Sure enough, it was there.
Harry then thought of a little joke. He admired the two Weasley brothers a lot, so he decided to pull a prank. He pulled out his wand and chanted, "Wingardium leviosa!"
The cat crap hovered in the air, and slowly made it's way to where Professor Mcgonagall was sitting. Harry then released the spell, and the crap landed on her hat. She slowly stood up, and quickly threw off her now crap covered hat.
"WHO HAS DONE THIS?!?" she yelled across the room. "No matter. I know a simple spell that will tell me who dropped the cat crap on my head.
"Crap!" Harry thought. (Irony!)
Professor Mcgonagall finished the spell, and a large hand circled around the room. It then pointed right at Harry Potter.
"Mr. Potter! I would have expected better out of you! You will see me for a detention after supper." Mcgonagall screamed. "Class dismissed."
Harry Potter slowly got out of his seat, and slunkily walked out of the room. "How did George and Fred do it so well?" Harry thought.
Harry trudged up the stairs towards the transfiguration classroom. The halls were dark, and Harry thought he could hear a voice.
"Seven days! Seven days!" it repeated.
Harry took the voices for nothing, and continued towards his class.
When he arrived, he only saw two people already there; Neville Longbottom and another random kid. Harry took a seat and laid his books on the table. He didn't really take a look at them when he purchased them, so he took a peek. The title of the first one was "How to Turn Your Brother Into a Pot Bellied Pig." The second book was entitled "Turning Crap Into Useful Items." By the time Harry looked up, class was started.
"Take your seats, children." said Professor Mcgonagall. "Take out turning crap into useful items. You kids may have thought 'crap' meant 'junk,' but we are actually working with real crap. Today's lesson is turning my leftover cat crap into anything useful. You have thirty minutes to complete the assignment."
"What a chatterbox!" Harry thought, as he grabbed a piece of Mcgonagall's cat crap.
Harry opened the book and looke for 'cat crap' in the index. Sure enough, it was there.
Harry then thought of a little joke. He admired the two Weasley brothers a lot, so he decided to pull a prank. He pulled out his wand and chanted, "Wingardium leviosa!"
The cat crap hovered in the air, and slowly made it's way to where Professor Mcgonagall was sitting. Harry then released the spell, and the crap landed on her hat. She slowly stood up, and quickly threw off her now crap covered hat.
"WHO HAS DONE THIS?!?" she yelled across the room. "No matter. I know a simple spell that will tell me who dropped the cat crap on my head.
"Crap!" Harry thought. (Irony!)
Professor Mcgonagall finished the spell, and a large hand circled around the room. It then pointed right at Harry Potter.
"Mr. Potter! I would have expected better out of you! You will see me for a detention after supper." Mcgonagall screamed. "Class dismissed."
Harry Potter slowly got out of his seat, and slunkily walked out of the room. "How did George and Fred do it so well?" Harry thought.