Ch 3 Quidditch
We walked into the quidditch pitch. Professor Hooch went into the pitch, she blew the whistle and shouted,
'Now I want a nice clean game, from all of you.' Dumbledore came up and sat beside me. His eyes kept twinkling.
'Look over there what do you see, not there, there in Slytherin's area, do you see Severus, Professer Snape, see him talking to himself, you know what's he doing? I don't think you know, he's jinxing the broom.' he said.
'Wicked!'
'I'll stop it!' Dumbledore pointed his walking stick at Snape.
'Five points if it hits Snape, ten if you hit Quirrel, twenty if you hit Hagrid and Harry, hundred.'
'I'll try to hit Harry, but he's too far, alright, I'll throw it.' Dumbledore threw the walking stick across with all his might, and it landed at the person sitting in front of him.
'Ouch!' shouted Neville.
'Wicked!'
'Arrrrggg...! I missed him, I'll get him this time, oh nevermind, I'll fly up and hit him, yes, that's what I'll do, move away, you're blocking the great Dumbledore. Ouch! Get lost, give way everyone, move it, stop that, I'm gonna fly.' He jumped with his arms spreaded out, and landed on the person in front of him, steping on everyone.
'Ouch! You're hurting me.' cried Neville as loudly as before.
'Stop, Ouch, Quit it!' yelled Seamus.
'Gerroff me, you... help!' shouted Dean.
'Ooops!' said Percy. 'Excuse me, I'm a prefect.'
'Wicked!'
'Sorry, I forgot, I can't fly.' said Dumbledore apologetically. Suddenly, Hermione appeared from behind me.
'Ron, did you just see that? Harry just caught the golden snitch! Just when they released it! He broke all records, caught it in about seven seconds! No one scored any points yet!'
'Bloody hell, I missed it, all because of him!' I pointed at Dumbledore who was now trying to sit up.'Nevermind, let's go.' I said. Dumbledore stood up and asked,
'Who are you?'
'Ron Weasley, and bloody hell, Dumbledore lost his memory!' I said. Just then a bludger appeared and hit dumbledore on his head. We walked out on the pitch and-
'Bloody hell, those are not just insects, they are spiders, we must follow the spiders, but I'm afraid of spiders!' I said, 'Why the spiders, why can't it be follow the butterflies?'
'All right then, let's follow the butterflies.' said Harry.
'Wicked!' We followed the butterflies and found a giant butterfly. We went over to say, 'Hi' and went back to school. We went down to the chamber to look for Quirrel to help him look for his stone.
We walked into the quidditch pitch. Professor Hooch went into the pitch, she blew the whistle and shouted,
'Now I want a nice clean game, from all of you.' Dumbledore came up and sat beside me. His eyes kept twinkling.
'Look over there what do you see, not there, there in Slytherin's area, do you see Severus, Professer Snape, see him talking to himself, you know what's he doing? I don't think you know, he's jinxing the broom.' he said.
'Wicked!'
'I'll stop it!' Dumbledore pointed his walking stick at Snape.
'Five points if it hits Snape, ten if you hit Quirrel, twenty if you hit Hagrid and Harry, hundred.'
'I'll try to hit Harry, but he's too far, alright, I'll throw it.' Dumbledore threw the walking stick across with all his might, and it landed at the person sitting in front of him.
'Ouch!' shouted Neville.
'Wicked!'
'Arrrrggg...! I missed him, I'll get him this time, oh nevermind, I'll fly up and hit him, yes, that's what I'll do, move away, you're blocking the great Dumbledore. Ouch! Get lost, give way everyone, move it, stop that, I'm gonna fly.' He jumped with his arms spreaded out, and landed on the person in front of him, steping on everyone.
'Ouch! You're hurting me.' cried Neville as loudly as before.
'Stop, Ouch, Quit it!' yelled Seamus.
'Gerroff me, you... help!' shouted Dean.
'Ooops!' said Percy. 'Excuse me, I'm a prefect.'
'Wicked!'
'Sorry, I forgot, I can't fly.' said Dumbledore apologetically. Suddenly, Hermione appeared from behind me.
'Ron, did you just see that? Harry just caught the golden snitch! Just when they released it! He broke all records, caught it in about seven seconds! No one scored any points yet!'
'Bloody hell, I missed it, all because of him!' I pointed at Dumbledore who was now trying to sit up.'Nevermind, let's go.' I said. Dumbledore stood up and asked,
'Who are you?'
'Ron Weasley, and bloody hell, Dumbledore lost his memory!' I said. Just then a bludger appeared and hit dumbledore on his head. We walked out on the pitch and-
'Bloody hell, those are not just insects, they are spiders, we must follow the spiders, but I'm afraid of spiders!' I said, 'Why the spiders, why can't it be follow the butterflies?'
'All right then, let's follow the butterflies.' said Harry.
'Wicked!' We followed the butterflies and found a giant butterfly. We went over to say, 'Hi' and went back to school. We went down to the chamber to look for Quirrel to help him look for his stone.