Ch 11 Quidditch Practice
We sat in the common room doing Quirrel's essay. The topic was: How to get the stone out of the mirror. And we had to write two parchment long.
Suddenly, we heard a snap, and then something came running towards us. It was that ugly thing again.
'Who are you?' asked Harry.
'Haven't I already told you sir, Dobby sir, Dobby the house elf.' It said very proudly, puffing it's chest out like Percy.
'Not to be rude or anything, but this isn't a great time to have an ugly elf in our common room.' said Harry.
'Not ugly, sir, never ugly. Dobby has heard of your greatness sir, but never has he been called ugly, like something ugly.' said Dobby.
'You can't have met many better looking Dobbies then.' said Harry.
'Wicked, Harry, tis' ugly!' I said. Dobby suddenly jumped up, threw himself against Harry, and started knocking Harry on his head with a book.
'Bad Harry, Bad Harry...' it went. Harry struggled and finally kicked Dobby off. Dobby ran to the table and grabbed Harry's Parchments.
'Give me those, NOW!' yelled Harry. But it just apparated. Hermiond sighed.
'Now I have to rewrite my essay.' said Harry.
'Wicked!'
'But you haven't wrote anything yet.' said Seamus.
A week later, we were walking into the great hall.
'How was your essay?' asked Dean.
'Great!' said Hermione. 'I wrote it five parchment long.'
'What? I haven't even had it a parchment long.' said Seamus.
'Wicked! I've got half a parchment.' I said.
'Mine's a paragraph short.' said Harry holding up his essay, both sides were filled.
'That's a very long paragraph.' said Seamus.
'We've got Quidditch practice later, Harry, you're captain' said George as he, Fred and Lee Jordan walked in. Then Dumbledore suddenly apparated in. Hermione sighed again.
'Why won't anybody listen to me?' she asked crossly. Mcgonagall apparated in too. She picked up her fork from the table and started knocking the goblet on the table with it. The whole hall went silent.
'May I have your attention please?' she said. Beside her, Dumbledore cleared his throat loudly.
'In lights of the dark event,' He said.
'Dark event?' asked Harry.
'Which one?' asked Neville.
'There's no Dark event.' said Fred.
'What is he talking about?' asked Harry.
'Bloody hell! What is wrong with him?' I said. Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkled for nine and three quarters second.
'This is big news, and is important, and it happened yesterday, right here, at Hogwarts. Something very serious happened. But don't worry, the culprit has been caught, thanks to your very great, brave and noble headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, which coincidently happened to be ME!' Dombledore bellowed. I raised my eyebrows. 'The culprit has been caught and sent off to Azkaban by me. He is a student of this school, his name is Olbus Dumberdoll. I caught him, last night, I knew it was him all along, sneaky little brat. But last night, I caught him in the act last night. Now I have enough evidence to sue him, of three million eight hundred and thirty three thousand, one hundred and seventy five Galleons, eighty six thousand, three hundred and twenty five sickles and forty one knuts. And, can you guess what he was doing? HE WAS SNEAKING FOOD UP FROM THE KITCHENS TO HIS COMMON ROOM! MIND YOU!' He roared. 'AND I'M GOING TO GIVE CLOTHES TO THE SILLY HOUSE ELF WHO GAVE HIM THE FOOD!' Dumbledore clamed down a little. 'That greedy fat boy. And I better not catch anyone else sneaking off to the kitchen for food again. Or...' He raised his fist started waving it violently around him, but stopped when he hitted his goblet causing it to fall and spill.
'Wicked!' I said. Dumbledore disapperated.
'Come on, off to the pitch for quidditch.' yelled Fred. We went back up to our common room for our broomsticks and down again.
'Alright, Harry, you're captain.' said Fred, admiring our broonsticks.
'What? I am captain? I didn't know!' shouted Harry.
'I told you before, don't you remember?' said George.
'But...but...' spluttered Harry.
'All right, I'll be, anyway, I've devised a whole new plan the whole summer, this time we're going to win.' came a voice from behind us. We turned around, and-
'Bloody hell!' I said.
'Professor Dumbledore, Professor Mcgonagall, Hagrid!' yelled Harry.
'How's it goin', Harry? All righ'?' asked Hagrid.
'Hagrid! You're back! Oh I missed you!' said Harry running up to hug him.
'Oh, I've only bin gone fer three weeks an' yer missin' me.' said Hagrid smiling happily.
'How's it in there?' I asked.
'Oh, great!' said Hagrid.
'Huh? I mean that place you went? You know where?' I said.
'I've had a great time.' Hagrind laughed.
'Weren't you in Azkaban?' asked Harry.
'Blind me Harry, when was I in Azkaban? No, o' course not Azkaban, Harry, I went ter Rome fer a holiday, enjoyed it.' said Hagrid, later smiling at their shocked face.
'And to think we thought he was in Azkaban.' I said.
'Don't bother so much about him, what about me? I'm your new chaser, and I'm your captain too!' said Dumbledore.
'But I am chaser too, and I want to be captain.' said Mcgonagall.
'You can be... next year.' said Dumbledore.
'That's what you always say.' said Mcgonagall.
'Wicked!'
'Ok, everyone, gather around! This is the plan, Harry, you're seeker right? You must catch the snitch, ok? You have to catch it, we're all depending on you. Ok, who's the keeper?' asked dumbledore.
'Me.' I said.
'You, will defend the hoop, but don't tell anyone our secret, or the will copy us. My plan is great, nobody knows that we have a keeper to defend our hoop, so don't tell anybody!' said Dumbledore. 'And Minerva, Rubeus, both of you are chasers like me. Both of you have to go around flying at our opponents, they must get out of my way when I score, get it? Ok, Fred and George, you're beaters. Your job's simple. All you have to do is to fly around me, and protect me from any incoming bludgers. Anyone who catches the quaffle, passes it to me. Ok, let's practice.' Dumbledore shouted.
He grabbed his slow shooting star, and started bobbing slowly towards the hoop. The game was boring, Dumbledore kept scoring, and refused to pass the quaffle to anyone. There was no snitch or buldgers, only the quaffle.
And I was supposed to defend the opponent's hoop, when there was no opponent. Dumbledore refused to let us go back to the castle. We could only fly around enjoying the cool breeze on this Saturday afternoon.
It was in the evening when Dumbledore finally got tired of scoring goals.
'It was a great game, wow did you see how I score? I was great, wasn't I. You people didn't score a single goal. Now, you can trust me as your captain. We Gryffindors will win the house cup this year!' He roared. 'Haw, haw, haw...'
'Wicked!'
After having our dinner in the Great Hall, we headed back to our common room.
We sat in the common room doing Quirrel's essay. The topic was: How to get the stone out of the mirror. And we had to write two parchment long.
Suddenly, we heard a snap, and then something came running towards us. It was that ugly thing again.
'Who are you?' asked Harry.
'Haven't I already told you sir, Dobby sir, Dobby the house elf.' It said very proudly, puffing it's chest out like Percy.
'Not to be rude or anything, but this isn't a great time to have an ugly elf in our common room.' said Harry.
'Not ugly, sir, never ugly. Dobby has heard of your greatness sir, but never has he been called ugly, like something ugly.' said Dobby.
'You can't have met many better looking Dobbies then.' said Harry.
'Wicked, Harry, tis' ugly!' I said. Dobby suddenly jumped up, threw himself against Harry, and started knocking Harry on his head with a book.
'Bad Harry, Bad Harry...' it went. Harry struggled and finally kicked Dobby off. Dobby ran to the table and grabbed Harry's Parchments.
'Give me those, NOW!' yelled Harry. But it just apparated. Hermiond sighed.
'Now I have to rewrite my essay.' said Harry.
'Wicked!'
'But you haven't wrote anything yet.' said Seamus.
A week later, we were walking into the great hall.
'How was your essay?' asked Dean.
'Great!' said Hermione. 'I wrote it five parchment long.'
'What? I haven't even had it a parchment long.' said Seamus.
'Wicked! I've got half a parchment.' I said.
'Mine's a paragraph short.' said Harry holding up his essay, both sides were filled.
'That's a very long paragraph.' said Seamus.
'We've got Quidditch practice later, Harry, you're captain' said George as he, Fred and Lee Jordan walked in. Then Dumbledore suddenly apparated in. Hermione sighed again.
'Why won't anybody listen to me?' she asked crossly. Mcgonagall apparated in too. She picked up her fork from the table and started knocking the goblet on the table with it. The whole hall went silent.
'May I have your attention please?' she said. Beside her, Dumbledore cleared his throat loudly.
'In lights of the dark event,' He said.
'Dark event?' asked Harry.
'Which one?' asked Neville.
'There's no Dark event.' said Fred.
'What is he talking about?' asked Harry.
'Bloody hell! What is wrong with him?' I said. Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkled for nine and three quarters second.
'This is big news, and is important, and it happened yesterday, right here, at Hogwarts. Something very serious happened. But don't worry, the culprit has been caught, thanks to your very great, brave and noble headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, which coincidently happened to be ME!' Dombledore bellowed. I raised my eyebrows. 'The culprit has been caught and sent off to Azkaban by me. He is a student of this school, his name is Olbus Dumberdoll. I caught him, last night, I knew it was him all along, sneaky little brat. But last night, I caught him in the act last night. Now I have enough evidence to sue him, of three million eight hundred and thirty three thousand, one hundred and seventy five Galleons, eighty six thousand, three hundred and twenty five sickles and forty one knuts. And, can you guess what he was doing? HE WAS SNEAKING FOOD UP FROM THE KITCHENS TO HIS COMMON ROOM! MIND YOU!' He roared. 'AND I'M GOING TO GIVE CLOTHES TO THE SILLY HOUSE ELF WHO GAVE HIM THE FOOD!' Dumbledore clamed down a little. 'That greedy fat boy. And I better not catch anyone else sneaking off to the kitchen for food again. Or...' He raised his fist started waving it violently around him, but stopped when he hitted his goblet causing it to fall and spill.
'Wicked!' I said. Dumbledore disapperated.
'Come on, off to the pitch for quidditch.' yelled Fred. We went back up to our common room for our broomsticks and down again.
'Alright, Harry, you're captain.' said Fred, admiring our broonsticks.
'What? I am captain? I didn't know!' shouted Harry.
'I told you before, don't you remember?' said George.
'But...but...' spluttered Harry.
'All right, I'll be, anyway, I've devised a whole new plan the whole summer, this time we're going to win.' came a voice from behind us. We turned around, and-
'Bloody hell!' I said.
'Professor Dumbledore, Professor Mcgonagall, Hagrid!' yelled Harry.
'How's it goin', Harry? All righ'?' asked Hagrid.
'Hagrid! You're back! Oh I missed you!' said Harry running up to hug him.
'Oh, I've only bin gone fer three weeks an' yer missin' me.' said Hagrid smiling happily.
'How's it in there?' I asked.
'Oh, great!' said Hagrid.
'Huh? I mean that place you went? You know where?' I said.
'I've had a great time.' Hagrind laughed.
'Weren't you in Azkaban?' asked Harry.
'Blind me Harry, when was I in Azkaban? No, o' course not Azkaban, Harry, I went ter Rome fer a holiday, enjoyed it.' said Hagrid, later smiling at their shocked face.
'And to think we thought he was in Azkaban.' I said.
'Don't bother so much about him, what about me? I'm your new chaser, and I'm your captain too!' said Dumbledore.
'But I am chaser too, and I want to be captain.' said Mcgonagall.
'You can be... next year.' said Dumbledore.
'That's what you always say.' said Mcgonagall.
'Wicked!'
'Ok, everyone, gather around! This is the plan, Harry, you're seeker right? You must catch the snitch, ok? You have to catch it, we're all depending on you. Ok, who's the keeper?' asked dumbledore.
'Me.' I said.
'You, will defend the hoop, but don't tell anyone our secret, or the will copy us. My plan is great, nobody knows that we have a keeper to defend our hoop, so don't tell anybody!' said Dumbledore. 'And Minerva, Rubeus, both of you are chasers like me. Both of you have to go around flying at our opponents, they must get out of my way when I score, get it? Ok, Fred and George, you're beaters. Your job's simple. All you have to do is to fly around me, and protect me from any incoming bludgers. Anyone who catches the quaffle, passes it to me. Ok, let's practice.' Dumbledore shouted.
He grabbed his slow shooting star, and started bobbing slowly towards the hoop. The game was boring, Dumbledore kept scoring, and refused to pass the quaffle to anyone. There was no snitch or buldgers, only the quaffle.
And I was supposed to defend the opponent's hoop, when there was no opponent. Dumbledore refused to let us go back to the castle. We could only fly around enjoying the cool breeze on this Saturday afternoon.
It was in the evening when Dumbledore finally got tired of scoring goals.
'It was a great game, wow did you see how I score? I was great, wasn't I. You people didn't score a single goal. Now, you can trust me as your captain. We Gryffindors will win the house cup this year!' He roared. 'Haw, haw, haw...'
'Wicked!'
After having our dinner in the Great Hall, we headed back to our common room.