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Ch 14 The boring Chapter
We met Hermione during charms, where we were doing some growing charm on buttons. She had managed to grow her marble to the size of a small plate. Mine however, looked smaller than before, Harry had managed only managed to change it's colour, though it too looked smaller.
'Hermione, what was those letters about?' asked Harry.
'Oh, you wait and see.' she replied smiling to herself.
'Wicked!' I said.
'Oh, Ron, you're doing it all wrong, you will never be able to- oh!' she said as I accidently cast a spell on her hand, causing her fingers to shrivel up.
'Oops. Sorry.' I apologised.
'Don't worry, it's nothing at all.' she said raising her hand. 'Professor! I need to go to the hospital wing.'
'Oh, Miss Granger. Yes and, oh, wonderful work there.' said professor Flitwick.
'Thanks.' Hermione said blushing.
'Er. Miss Granger, can I ask you something, it's about errr... are you sure you are not my sister? Cause my mother really did said I had a sister, a really smart one. And I really think it's you.'
'Oh great.' said Hermione with a sigh. 'Nope, I'm NOT your sister, besides, I'm a Granger. And my mother is still with me. She's a muggle. And she's younger than you.' she said all this in one breath.
'Ok then. Errr... are you very sure? Very very sure?' said professor Flitwick.
'Affrimative.' said Hermione. 'Can I go now?'
'Well then. Very well... you may go.' said professor Flitwick looking disappointed. Hermione left.
'What do you reckon is th-' Harry started but was interrupted by a loud BOOM across the room. Professor Flitwick had fallen out of sight. We turn around to look, Seamus's button had exploded, leaving his robes on fire. Dean was frantically trying to help him put out the fire.
'Wicked!' I said.
We went for Divination next. Professor Trewlaney (sp) was already sitting there staring at us through her big thick glasses. As we entered, warm air gush out to welcome us, it was thick with perfume.
'Come in. Today we are looking at stars.' she said pointing to some telescope. She walked across the room as we took our seats.
'Oh dear, I just predicted that I'll fall today, trip over something. I ought to be more careful.' she said. Larvenda Brown and Parvati Patil casted nervous glances at each other. Seamus and Dean was laughing over something funny. She walked over to Neville.
'Today, you will find something that you lost quite a while ago.' Neville stared at her nervously.
'Today, Jupiter is-'she stopped quite suddenly. For a moment, I thought she was petrified. Then, in slow motion, she felled onto the floor screaming. She hitted the floor with a loud Thud.
Everyone stood up for a better view of what's going on. She had, as she predicted, tripped over something, either co-incidentally, or because it was because she had predicted it. Because she had tripped over Dean's shoes.
She started searching the floor, on fours, for her glasses which flew away when she fell. Her glasses was right in front of her, which make me seriously doubt that she can see anything without them. Parvati quickly rushed over to help her.
'Oh, no thanks dear, I can find it myself. Now kindly get back to your work.' she said.
At the end of the lesson, professor Trewalney was still on the floor looking for her glasses.
We found Hermione at the library later.
'Hermione, what's got into you?' I asked.
'Oh, you don't want to know.' she replied.
'Spit it out. We want to know. Does it have got anything to do with that letter? What is it about? Quirrell? Hagrid? You-' I said.
'Don't mind if I ask you a question.' asked Hermione.
'What.' asked Harry.
'I've been think... Victor Krum is coming to visit be during this summer-'
'Oh... so that's what the letter is all about. Vicky. He can't even pronounce your name right, Herm-own-ninny.' I said irritated.
'Oh, don't call him that. Ok, he's coming to visit me... Do you think errr..., if I ask him, that... you reckon he will join the SPEW?' asked Hermione she said quickly.
Suddenly, Dumbledore apparated into the library with a loud crack. Hermione tossed a copy of 'Hogwarts: A History' at him and told him to read it.
'You can't apparate or disapparate within this castle. It's been enchanted with spells that do not allow you to do so.' she said. Dumbledore's looks suddenly changed, so quickly that you don't know it changed.
'How dare you! Being so rude to your Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, one of the greatest wizard in the world, in my opinion, the greatest. Careful I expell you from this school.' He took out his walking stick and pointed at her. 'Expelliarmus!' he said. Nothing happened. He looked around with a confused look on his face. 'Nevermind.' he said.
'Thought you will be in the restricted section. Want to go in? Just for fun. See if Argus can find us, go in and steal books to toss at Mrytle.' Dumbledore said exctitedly.
'Err... No thanks, Professor.' said Harry. Dumbledore looked disappointed.
'Oh, I came to discuss about the next Quidditich match, after the one between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Gryffindor against Ravenclaw. We need to practice. Every evening. See how lucky we are. I managed to get all other houses to cancel their practice so that we can practice and win.' he said.
'Erm, Professor,-' before Harry could finish, he had disapparated.
The following week, was Quidditch, Ravenclaw versus Hufflepuff. We walked into the stadium, it was mainly blue and yellow. We quickly found seats and sat there. Cho was waving at Harry, but he did not seem to see her.
Dumbledore was waving a big Gryffindor flag, on it was:' Go Gryffindor, Go!'. And he was yelling at the top of his voice,' GRYFFINDOR!!!'.
The game started and all the blues and yellows, on lousy cleansweeps began flying around the stadium.
In the middle of the game, Ravenclaw was leading, seventy to fifty. Dumbledore was sitting beside me. Though he wasn't siding any sides, he swore when anyone missed or score a goal, which means everytime a chaser tries to score.
'Arggg... you stupid fool.... you missed. That was an easy one you idiot...' said Dumbledore when a Hufflepuff missed a goal. Dumbledore could not take it any longer.
He took out his wand and shouted, 'Accio broom.' His broom came charging towards him, smacking Harry's face and stopped in front of him. Dumbledore stood up and stepping on Neville's head, mounted his broom and took off, smacking Harry's face again.
His broom bobbed for a moment and he felled down sideways onto Percy.
'Ouch! Excuse me, I'm a prefect, and I am Mr. Crouch and Mr. Fudge-to-be personal assistant. No one shall fall on a prefect, not to mention, headboy. The ministry of- Ouch, you're trodding on my legs Mr. Dumbledore.' said Percy puffing out his chest.
'Oops, sorry. It's all your fault, so many ruddy people blocking my way. Get lost everyone, I'm about to win this game.' said Dumbledore.
'But Professor.' said Hermione, 'it's Hufflepuff against Ravenclaw today.'
'Oh, oh... so sorry, I forgot.' Dumbledore whispered. He made his way back to his seat by stepping on everyone's heads.
'Ouch.'
'My head. Trevor, there you...'
'Owww... My hair'
'Stop it.'
'Hey! Excuse me, I'm a prefect...'
'My scar...'
'Wicked!'
The match had ended with Hufflepuff leading, two hundred and twenty to one hundred and thirty. The Hufflepuff seeker had managed to catch the snitch, Cho was crying. Dumbledore was cursing everyone around him.
Ch 14 The boring Chapter
We met Hermione during charms, where we were doing some growing charm on buttons. She had managed to grow her marble to the size of a small plate. Mine however, looked smaller than before, Harry had managed only managed to change it's colour, though it too looked smaller.
'Hermione, what was those letters about?' asked Harry.
'Oh, you wait and see.' she replied smiling to herself.
'Wicked!' I said.
'Oh, Ron, you're doing it all wrong, you will never be able to- oh!' she said as I accidently cast a spell on her hand, causing her fingers to shrivel up.
'Oops. Sorry.' I apologised.
'Don't worry, it's nothing at all.' she said raising her hand. 'Professor! I need to go to the hospital wing.'
'Oh, Miss Granger. Yes and, oh, wonderful work there.' said professor Flitwick.
'Thanks.' Hermione said blushing.
'Er. Miss Granger, can I ask you something, it's about errr... are you sure you are not my sister? Cause my mother really did said I had a sister, a really smart one. And I really think it's you.'
'Oh great.' said Hermione with a sigh. 'Nope, I'm NOT your sister, besides, I'm a Granger. And my mother is still with me. She's a muggle. And she's younger than you.' she said all this in one breath.
'Ok then. Errr... are you very sure? Very very sure?' said professor Flitwick.
'Affrimative.' said Hermione. 'Can I go now?'
'Well then. Very well... you may go.' said professor Flitwick looking disappointed. Hermione left.
'What do you reckon is th-' Harry started but was interrupted by a loud BOOM across the room. Professor Flitwick had fallen out of sight. We turn around to look, Seamus's button had exploded, leaving his robes on fire. Dean was frantically trying to help him put out the fire.
'Wicked!' I said.
We went for Divination next. Professor Trewlaney (sp) was already sitting there staring at us through her big thick glasses. As we entered, warm air gush out to welcome us, it was thick with perfume.
'Come in. Today we are looking at stars.' she said pointing to some telescope. She walked across the room as we took our seats.
'Oh dear, I just predicted that I'll fall today, trip over something. I ought to be more careful.' she said. Larvenda Brown and Parvati Patil casted nervous glances at each other. Seamus and Dean was laughing over something funny. She walked over to Neville.
'Today, you will find something that you lost quite a while ago.' Neville stared at her nervously.
'Today, Jupiter is-'she stopped quite suddenly. For a moment, I thought she was petrified. Then, in slow motion, she felled onto the floor screaming. She hitted the floor with a loud Thud.
Everyone stood up for a better view of what's going on. She had, as she predicted, tripped over something, either co-incidentally, or because it was because she had predicted it. Because she had tripped over Dean's shoes.
She started searching the floor, on fours, for her glasses which flew away when she fell. Her glasses was right in front of her, which make me seriously doubt that she can see anything without them. Parvati quickly rushed over to help her.
'Oh, no thanks dear, I can find it myself. Now kindly get back to your work.' she said.
At the end of the lesson, professor Trewalney was still on the floor looking for her glasses.
We found Hermione at the library later.
'Hermione, what's got into you?' I asked.
'Oh, you don't want to know.' she replied.
'Spit it out. We want to know. Does it have got anything to do with that letter? What is it about? Quirrell? Hagrid? You-' I said.
'Don't mind if I ask you a question.' asked Hermione.
'What.' asked Harry.
'I've been think... Victor Krum is coming to visit be during this summer-'
'Oh... so that's what the letter is all about. Vicky. He can't even pronounce your name right, Herm-own-ninny.' I said irritated.
'Oh, don't call him that. Ok, he's coming to visit me... Do you think errr..., if I ask him, that... you reckon he will join the SPEW?' asked Hermione she said quickly.
Suddenly, Dumbledore apparated into the library with a loud crack. Hermione tossed a copy of 'Hogwarts: A History' at him and told him to read it.
'You can't apparate or disapparate within this castle. It's been enchanted with spells that do not allow you to do so.' she said. Dumbledore's looks suddenly changed, so quickly that you don't know it changed.
'How dare you! Being so rude to your Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, one of the greatest wizard in the world, in my opinion, the greatest. Careful I expell you from this school.' He took out his walking stick and pointed at her. 'Expelliarmus!' he said. Nothing happened. He looked around with a confused look on his face. 'Nevermind.' he said.
'Thought you will be in the restricted section. Want to go in? Just for fun. See if Argus can find us, go in and steal books to toss at Mrytle.' Dumbledore said exctitedly.
'Err... No thanks, Professor.' said Harry. Dumbledore looked disappointed.
'Oh, I came to discuss about the next Quidditich match, after the one between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Gryffindor against Ravenclaw. We need to practice. Every evening. See how lucky we are. I managed to get all other houses to cancel their practice so that we can practice and win.' he said.
'Erm, Professor,-' before Harry could finish, he had disapparated.
The following week, was Quidditch, Ravenclaw versus Hufflepuff. We walked into the stadium, it was mainly blue and yellow. We quickly found seats and sat there. Cho was waving at Harry, but he did not seem to see her.
Dumbledore was waving a big Gryffindor flag, on it was:' Go Gryffindor, Go!'. And he was yelling at the top of his voice,' GRYFFINDOR!!!'.
The game started and all the blues and yellows, on lousy cleansweeps began flying around the stadium.
In the middle of the game, Ravenclaw was leading, seventy to fifty. Dumbledore was sitting beside me. Though he wasn't siding any sides, he swore when anyone missed or score a goal, which means everytime a chaser tries to score.
'Arggg... you stupid fool.... you missed. That was an easy one you idiot...' said Dumbledore when a Hufflepuff missed a goal. Dumbledore could not take it any longer.
He took out his wand and shouted, 'Accio broom.' His broom came charging towards him, smacking Harry's face and stopped in front of him. Dumbledore stood up and stepping on Neville's head, mounted his broom and took off, smacking Harry's face again.
His broom bobbed for a moment and he felled down sideways onto Percy.
'Ouch! Excuse me, I'm a prefect, and I am Mr. Crouch and Mr. Fudge-to-be personal assistant. No one shall fall on a prefect, not to mention, headboy. The ministry of- Ouch, you're trodding on my legs Mr. Dumbledore.' said Percy puffing out his chest.
'Oops, sorry. It's all your fault, so many ruddy people blocking my way. Get lost everyone, I'm about to win this game.' said Dumbledore.
'But Professor.' said Hermione, 'it's Hufflepuff against Ravenclaw today.'
'Oh, oh... so sorry, I forgot.' Dumbledore whispered. He made his way back to his seat by stepping on everyone's heads.
'Ouch.'
'My head. Trevor, there you...'
'Owww... My hair'
'Stop it.'
'Hey! Excuse me, I'm a prefect...'
'My scar...'
'Wicked!'
The match had ended with Hufflepuff leading, two hundred and twenty to one hundred and thirty. The Hufflepuff seeker had managed to catch the snitch, Cho was crying. Dumbledore was cursing everyone around him.