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Janet nodded and Harry opened the similar portal and they stepped in and they found themselves back at the Entrance Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Stepping across the threshold, the couple walked hand in hand into the Great Hall. Entering the Great Hall, Harry was surprised that almost everyone was in there. Then it hit him.
'Damn! I forgot that after the Christmas Ball the New Year's Ball is also being held!'
"I think that we better hide in the Common Room," whispered Harry as he tried to walk out of the Great Hall. He is beginning to feel very uncomfortable with all the staring. But what he didn't realize was that it wasn't him that they were staring at but his robes. Apparently, Elf robes had the ability to transform accounting to the festival. Harry's robe had turned to emerald green with golden linings. Beautiful elvish runes decorated the hems of the robe and at his side, the sword of Gryffindor.
However Janet refused and dragged Harry across to the Great Hall. Harry noticed with a certain amount of awkwardness that the band had stopped playing. What was worse was when Dumbledore stood up and announced.
"Welcome back to Hogwarts, Harry."
His eyes were twinkling and Harry at that very moment wished that he hadn't came straight to the Great Hall. Janet smiled and took hold of Harry's hand and placed it on her hip. Holding Harry's hand in hers, Janet began teaching Harry how to waltz. Dumbledore gestured for the band to continue their play. And in respect of the couple, the band began to play Beethoven's symphony. Harry could distinctive hear Malfoy sneered with disgust at the choice of Muggle classics.
Bloody Baron floated by and greeted Harry very formally.
"Greeting, Lord Harry," he began. "I wish for your presence at the Great Hall for a lesson on sword fight."
"What for?" asked Harry as he tried to concentrate on learning the dance steps. Janet very patiently instructed Harry how to dance.
"During the attack launched against Hogwarts, the Undead is found to have impossibly high resistance against magic. Most of the students exhausted their magical energy to repel the attack. We were almost run over when a mysterious man appeared and destroyed all undead by just walking through the army."
If Harry was surprised, that must be awarded the understatement of the century. Harry's reaction was totally stunned. His hands dropped to his side and looked at the Bloody Baron with amazement.
"That mysterious person just walked through the ranks of the skeletons and they just shattered by themselves?"
"Apparently."
"Harry, if you not mind, we better find a better place to discuss this than here," pointed Janet.
"I see that you have started to date each other," said the Bloody Baron. His tone was filled with amusement.
"Brilliant! You noticed!" said Harry sarcastically.
----------------------------------------
"Now, since when did you started to hold lesson on sword fight?" asked Harry, amused, as he sat down in the chair. Janet however, looked around the room of the Headmaster in awe. Many of the mysterious items decorated the room, and this surprise her no end.
"Since after the attack, I went to Dumbledore and propose this idea. Surprisingly, he agreed."
"But why is there a need for me to be at your lesson?" asked Harry intrigued.
"I need someone to curb the ignorance and arrogance attitude of Draco Malfoy," said the Bloody Baron bluntly, "and the first person whom I thought of is you."
"That's nice."
"If Draco would hate to be beaten by anyone, that would be you," replied the Bloody Baron in the same dull voice.
"Very well, I agree."
-----------------------------------------
Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table and began eating his breakfast when Hedwig swooped down from the ceiling, depositing the latest edition of the Daily Prophet in Harry's lap. Harry smiled and offered his bacon to Hedwig. The owl ate the bacon and took off into the skies, before the other owls arrived. After he had returned to Hogwarts, Harry had subscribed for the Daily Prophet.
Glancing at the headlines, Harry nearly choked on his breakfast. The headlines screamed.
Harry Potter will be place under house arrest!
After the attack on the Britain Minster of Magic, Cornelius Fudge when he arrived at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Minster had yesterday ordered for Harry Potter to be placed under house arrest. This decision was surprisingly supported the twelve governors of Hogwarts. However, it would much remain to be known if Mr Potter would stay at Hogwarts.
During the attack three months ago, Minister Fudge had publicly announced that Harry Potter had become the new Dark Lord. However, the Aurors accompanying Minister Fudge said that it is impossible that Mr Potter is the new Dark Lord. All ten Aurors revealed to us that Mr Potter had managed to make an alliance with the Elves.
"We suspect that Mr Potter's disappearance has to do with the sudden human and elven alliance," stated the leader of the Auror squad who wished to remain anonymous. "Mr Potter has the ability to communicate in Elvish. Secondly, elves for a long time had very actively fought against the users of Dark Arts until the rise of the Father of Modern Magic, Merlin. It was then that the elves lost contact with the human world. Mr Potter must be a very pure person to be able to discover the border between both lands."
The Minister, however, had a very different opinion. He declared that.
"Harry Potter had plotted the attack on Hogwarts, there is very solid evidence against Mr Potter. The very fact that he could speak in Parseltongue also proves that Mr Potter is a Dark Lord as the other known Parselmouth is He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named himself. During the previous Triwizard Tournament, Mr Potter disappeared from Hogwarts during the last task and returned with the dead body of Mr Cedric Diggory wouldn't help much in his future trial. The fact that both Mr Potter and Mr Diggory was in love with a Chinese girl proves that Mr Potter will go through all means to win the girl's affection."
"As he managed to trick the elves, we must keep Mr Potter under house arrest. As elves are known for skills with the sword and a bow, we must wait until they leave Hogwarts. Until then, Mr Potter must be placed under house arrest."
We have yet to receive any confirmation from the Panel of the Magical Offenses Judges that Mr Potter will be facing any charges. All we can do is to hope that Mr Potter haven't turned to the Dark side.
Special correspondence,
Aaron Branstone.
Harry crushed the paper and his eyes flashed.
"So he is placing me under house arrest," he growled. As a result of his rising anger, every thing in the room started to tremble. Around the room, every one could easily feel the massive overwhelming aura of power. "Very well, so be it."
He turned and walked out of the room. Dumbledore looked at Harry's retreating back with worry. He had seen the morning edition of the Daily Prophet and the news written in it. Harry's reaction was not exactly what he had expected.
Harry stalked along the corridor and headed back to his Common Room. Reaching the portray of the Fat Lady, Harry muttered, "Lion Hearts."
Gracing Harry with a smile, the Fat Lady opened the doorway and Harry climbed into the room. Upon discovering the empty room, Harry draw out the Sword of Gryffindor and started a dueling stance.
"En garde!" Harry declared and lurched himself against an imaginary opponent. Harry didn't notice a phoenix perched on the window of the Common Room. It watched as Harry moved in a graceful way. However, graceful was his movement, in it a lack of strength and swiftness, the phoenix noted. The phoenix landed and transformed into a man. Placing himself in one of the dark corner, the mysterious man looked as Harry attacked an invisible adversary. After a few minutes, the man drew his sword and lunged at Harry.
"Fa sho!" (1)
Harry had only a split second as he pulled up his sword and parried the on coming blow. Surprised by the intrusion in the Gryffindor Common Room, Harry let his guard down. Big mistake, deep shit for Harry. In a swift and agile movement, the man brought his sword to Harry's throat.
"Jie ju." (2)
Harry eyed the sword at his throat warily. The man brought down his sword and looked at Harry. In a blunt voice, he said.
"Bu ke rang di ren de gu ze fe ja ne de ju yi le." (3)
"Ne shi shuan?"(4)
"Wo? Wo shi zho hua ren mein gong he guo de shi da hu fa shen, Feng Huang."(5)
"How do you enter Gryffindor Common Room?" asked Harry in English, Chinese wasn't one of his stronger languages. Asian languages all are very interesting but they are different in pronunciation from European languages, based mainly from Latin, while Asian language are unique as each had their own basing.
"Speaking English? Wo so de bu hao,"(6) replied the man.
Harry glared at the man and retorted, "I want you to answer my question."
"Flew."
"Flew?"
"We transformed into a phoenix and flew in."
"You are an animagus."
"No, no," Feng corrected Harry. "I being the Celestial Guardian have the ability to transform into our totem creature. This is a special ability within our blood once we are bonded."
"How are you being bonded?"
Feng lifted his bangs and Harry saw two red wings being imprinted on his forehead. "This is how we are being bonded."
"Wait...why do you keep saying we when you are the only one here being bonded?" asked Harry, his eyebrows rose so high that it disappeared in his fringe.
"I have a sister," replied Huang. "And my name is Feng."
"Yeah! Don't tell me that you two had became one," Harry replied very sarcastically. Feng actually smiled.
"Please don't tell me that it's true," muttered Harry.
"No, but we will show you," replied Feng. Immediately, a gust of wind started to swirl at Feng's feet and rose, covering him from head to toe. From outside, Harry could sense that is a change of aura from one that is masculine to one feminine. Harry tried to push open the wind but it refused to budge. Harry was surprised. He had been the master over all elements but now the wind had refused to move.
Soon the wind subsided and in Feng's place was a shapely woman.
"Welcome to the insanity of the wizarding world," muttered Harry.
"Greetings Harry Potter," said the woman.
"You are..."
"My brother is Feng and given your intelligence you could easily guessed my name," the woman smiled, her eyes sparkling from light given out by the burning log in fireplace. Harry groaned and shook his head. Ever since he had became the Lord of Light, everyone he had met had teased him endlessly.
"Great, you must be Huang."
"Yes, Harry Potter," Huang replied. "We have a proposition for you."
"What may that be?"
"A visit to the mysterious depth of the Chinese spiritual world."
"Spiritual world?" Harry echoed.
"Here, in most Westernized countries, you call it magic. In China, we call it spiritual powers and the way we use it is different. You practice wand- based magic while Chinese practice weapon and attack based skills of spiritual power."
"???"
"I shall explain in due time, now about our proposition..."
TBC...
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A note from your author:
HeeHee, another chapter completed! I have decided to incorporate Chinese mythology within the story. Being a Chinese, I will try to correct any misunderstanding about Chinese, you are welcome to send me e-mail to ask. I thank the Red Dragons Order for beta-editing the chapter. And a word of thanks to all my reviewers! They are:
----------------------
Francine: ? What you mean by 4 36-70
sly Slytherin: Yes! I play Warcraft 3...what's your nick on WC 3 online? Mine's Chaos_Breaker...And don't cut off my head! You won't get your update this way either.
Lady Reaper of the Shadows: Thanks! ^O^
stayblue: Thanks!
arcee: Haha! I'm still a student...thought I still have a seven year old brother who is a nuisance at sometime...
solar: Thanks!
Corrie: Thanks!
Angelis: Thanks!
Naia: Thanks!
Androme: Yeah! TCZ is making an appearance! But only the Red Phoenix, Feng Huang, White Tiger, Zi Yan and Lord of Mount Dream Cloud, Wang Chan. Hey by the way, I think that there is some translation error on TCZ 2. Mt Dream Cloud now becomes Cloud Dream...I prefers Mount Dream Cloud. It's Hogwarts school holiday! Really! Some of the jokes I use, Androme, you may find them familiar! These are from Wang Xue Qi...I think...ayah! Can't remember liao!
Phoenixrising: I just don't want to go into too many details! I want you to guess, guess and guess! Maybe I will spin out a side story...Just an idea! No promises!
Braindrain: Never mind! I understand what kind of pressure our parents give us before and during exams!
Brion: A friend.
JerseyGirl03: Thanks! There will be a sequel.
B0B: Thanks!
Mistri: Thanks!
Chaser: Thanks!
---------------------
This is the English translation of the Chinese words used above. Please take note that these are not the Chinese words or character but Chinese Phonic
(6) I can't speak it well.
(5) Me? I'm one of the four Celestial creatures Guardian of the People Republic of China, Phoenix.
(4) Who are you?
(3) Never let your rival's action surprise you.
(2) Touché.
(1) On guard!
Hit The Floor
On a recent weekend in Atlantic City, a woman won a bucketful of quarters at a slot machine. She took a break from the slots for dinner with her husband in the hotel dining room.
But first she wanted to stash the quarters in her room. "I'll be right back and we'll go to eat," she told her husband and carried the coin-laden bucket to the elevator.
As she was about to walk into the elevator she noticed two men already aboard. Both were black. One of them was big .. Very big... an intimidating sight. The woman froze.
Her first thought was, these two are going to rob me. Her next thought was, don't be dumb, they look like perfectly nice gentlemen. But racial stereotypes are powerful, and fear immobilised her.
She stood and stared at the two men. She felt anxious, flustered and ashamed. She hoped they didn't read her mind - but God, they had to know what she was thinking!
Her hesitation about joining them in the elevator was all too obvious now. Her face was flushed. She couldn't just stand, so with a mighty effort of will she picked up one foot and stepped forward and followed with the other foot and was on the elevator.
Avoiding eye contact, she turned around stiffly and faced the elevator doors as they closed. A second passed, and then another second, and then another. Her fear increased! The elevator didn't move. Panic consumed her. My God, she thought, I'm trapped and about to be robbed! Her heart plummeted.
Perspiration poured from every pore. Then one of the men said, "Hit the floor." Instinct told her to do what they told her. The bucket of quarters flew upwards as she threw out her arms and collapsed on the elevator floor. A shower of coins rained down on her. Take my money and spare me, she prayed.
More seconds passed. She heard one of the men say politely, "Ma'am, if you'll just tell us what floor you're going to, we'll push the button."
The one who said it had a little trouble getting the words out. He was trying mightily to hold in a belly laugh.
The woman lifted her head and looked up at the two men. They reached down to help her up. Confused, she struggled to her feet.
"When I told my friend here to hit the floor," said the average sized one, "I meant that he should hit the elevator button for our floor. I didn't mean for you to hit the floor, ma'am."
He spoke genially. He bit his lip. It was obvious he was having a hard time not laughing. The woman thought, my goodness, what a spectacle I've made of myself. She was too humiliated to speak. She wanted to blurt out an apology, but words failed her. How do you apologise to two perfectly respectable gentlemen for behaving as though they were going to rob you? She didn't know what to say.
The three of them gathered up the strewn quarters and refilled her bucket. When the elevator arrived at her floor they insisted on walking her to her room. She seemed a little unsteady on her feet, and they were afraid she might not make it down the corridor. At her door they bid her a good evening. As she slipped into her room she could hear them roaring with laughter as they walked back to the elevator. The woman brushed herself off.
She pulled herself together and went downstairs for dinner with her husband.
The next morning flowers were delivered to her room - a dozen roses.
Attached to EACH rose was a crisp one hundred-dollar bill.
The card said: "Thanks for the best laugh we've had in years."
It was signed,
Eddie Murphy
Michael Jordan
Janet nodded and Harry opened the similar portal and they stepped in and they found themselves back at the Entrance Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Stepping across the threshold, the couple walked hand in hand into the Great Hall. Entering the Great Hall, Harry was surprised that almost everyone was in there. Then it hit him.
'Damn! I forgot that after the Christmas Ball the New Year's Ball is also being held!'
"I think that we better hide in the Common Room," whispered Harry as he tried to walk out of the Great Hall. He is beginning to feel very uncomfortable with all the staring. But what he didn't realize was that it wasn't him that they were staring at but his robes. Apparently, Elf robes had the ability to transform accounting to the festival. Harry's robe had turned to emerald green with golden linings. Beautiful elvish runes decorated the hems of the robe and at his side, the sword of Gryffindor.
However Janet refused and dragged Harry across to the Great Hall. Harry noticed with a certain amount of awkwardness that the band had stopped playing. What was worse was when Dumbledore stood up and announced.
"Welcome back to Hogwarts, Harry."
His eyes were twinkling and Harry at that very moment wished that he hadn't came straight to the Great Hall. Janet smiled and took hold of Harry's hand and placed it on her hip. Holding Harry's hand in hers, Janet began teaching Harry how to waltz. Dumbledore gestured for the band to continue their play. And in respect of the couple, the band began to play Beethoven's symphony. Harry could distinctive hear Malfoy sneered with disgust at the choice of Muggle classics.
Bloody Baron floated by and greeted Harry very formally.
"Greeting, Lord Harry," he began. "I wish for your presence at the Great Hall for a lesson on sword fight."
"What for?" asked Harry as he tried to concentrate on learning the dance steps. Janet very patiently instructed Harry how to dance.
"During the attack launched against Hogwarts, the Undead is found to have impossibly high resistance against magic. Most of the students exhausted their magical energy to repel the attack. We were almost run over when a mysterious man appeared and destroyed all undead by just walking through the army."
If Harry was surprised, that must be awarded the understatement of the century. Harry's reaction was totally stunned. His hands dropped to his side and looked at the Bloody Baron with amazement.
"That mysterious person just walked through the ranks of the skeletons and they just shattered by themselves?"
"Apparently."
"Harry, if you not mind, we better find a better place to discuss this than here," pointed Janet.
"I see that you have started to date each other," said the Bloody Baron. His tone was filled with amusement.
"Brilliant! You noticed!" said Harry sarcastically.
----------------------------------------
"Now, since when did you started to hold lesson on sword fight?" asked Harry, amused, as he sat down in the chair. Janet however, looked around the room of the Headmaster in awe. Many of the mysterious items decorated the room, and this surprise her no end.
"Since after the attack, I went to Dumbledore and propose this idea. Surprisingly, he agreed."
"But why is there a need for me to be at your lesson?" asked Harry intrigued.
"I need someone to curb the ignorance and arrogance attitude of Draco Malfoy," said the Bloody Baron bluntly, "and the first person whom I thought of is you."
"That's nice."
"If Draco would hate to be beaten by anyone, that would be you," replied the Bloody Baron in the same dull voice.
"Very well, I agree."
-----------------------------------------
Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table and began eating his breakfast when Hedwig swooped down from the ceiling, depositing the latest edition of the Daily Prophet in Harry's lap. Harry smiled and offered his bacon to Hedwig. The owl ate the bacon and took off into the skies, before the other owls arrived. After he had returned to Hogwarts, Harry had subscribed for the Daily Prophet.
Glancing at the headlines, Harry nearly choked on his breakfast. The headlines screamed.
Harry Potter will be place under house arrest!
After the attack on the Britain Minster of Magic, Cornelius Fudge when he arrived at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Minster had yesterday ordered for Harry Potter to be placed under house arrest. This decision was surprisingly supported the twelve governors of Hogwarts. However, it would much remain to be known if Mr Potter would stay at Hogwarts.
During the attack three months ago, Minister Fudge had publicly announced that Harry Potter had become the new Dark Lord. However, the Aurors accompanying Minister Fudge said that it is impossible that Mr Potter is the new Dark Lord. All ten Aurors revealed to us that Mr Potter had managed to make an alliance with the Elves.
"We suspect that Mr Potter's disappearance has to do with the sudden human and elven alliance," stated the leader of the Auror squad who wished to remain anonymous. "Mr Potter has the ability to communicate in Elvish. Secondly, elves for a long time had very actively fought against the users of Dark Arts until the rise of the Father of Modern Magic, Merlin. It was then that the elves lost contact with the human world. Mr Potter must be a very pure person to be able to discover the border between both lands."
The Minister, however, had a very different opinion. He declared that.
"Harry Potter had plotted the attack on Hogwarts, there is very solid evidence against Mr Potter. The very fact that he could speak in Parseltongue also proves that Mr Potter is a Dark Lord as the other known Parselmouth is He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named himself. During the previous Triwizard Tournament, Mr Potter disappeared from Hogwarts during the last task and returned with the dead body of Mr Cedric Diggory wouldn't help much in his future trial. The fact that both Mr Potter and Mr Diggory was in love with a Chinese girl proves that Mr Potter will go through all means to win the girl's affection."
"As he managed to trick the elves, we must keep Mr Potter under house arrest. As elves are known for skills with the sword and a bow, we must wait until they leave Hogwarts. Until then, Mr Potter must be placed under house arrest."
We have yet to receive any confirmation from the Panel of the Magical Offenses Judges that Mr Potter will be facing any charges. All we can do is to hope that Mr Potter haven't turned to the Dark side.
Special correspondence,
Aaron Branstone.
Harry crushed the paper and his eyes flashed.
"So he is placing me under house arrest," he growled. As a result of his rising anger, every thing in the room started to tremble. Around the room, every one could easily feel the massive overwhelming aura of power. "Very well, so be it."
He turned and walked out of the room. Dumbledore looked at Harry's retreating back with worry. He had seen the morning edition of the Daily Prophet and the news written in it. Harry's reaction was not exactly what he had expected.
Harry stalked along the corridor and headed back to his Common Room. Reaching the portray of the Fat Lady, Harry muttered, "Lion Hearts."
Gracing Harry with a smile, the Fat Lady opened the doorway and Harry climbed into the room. Upon discovering the empty room, Harry draw out the Sword of Gryffindor and started a dueling stance.
"En garde!" Harry declared and lurched himself against an imaginary opponent. Harry didn't notice a phoenix perched on the window of the Common Room. It watched as Harry moved in a graceful way. However, graceful was his movement, in it a lack of strength and swiftness, the phoenix noted. The phoenix landed and transformed into a man. Placing himself in one of the dark corner, the mysterious man looked as Harry attacked an invisible adversary. After a few minutes, the man drew his sword and lunged at Harry.
"Fa sho!" (1)
Harry had only a split second as he pulled up his sword and parried the on coming blow. Surprised by the intrusion in the Gryffindor Common Room, Harry let his guard down. Big mistake, deep shit for Harry. In a swift and agile movement, the man brought his sword to Harry's throat.
"Jie ju." (2)
Harry eyed the sword at his throat warily. The man brought down his sword and looked at Harry. In a blunt voice, he said.
"Bu ke rang di ren de gu ze fe ja ne de ju yi le." (3)
"Ne shi shuan?"(4)
"Wo? Wo shi zho hua ren mein gong he guo de shi da hu fa shen, Feng Huang."(5)
"How do you enter Gryffindor Common Room?" asked Harry in English, Chinese wasn't one of his stronger languages. Asian languages all are very interesting but they are different in pronunciation from European languages, based mainly from Latin, while Asian language are unique as each had their own basing.
"Speaking English? Wo so de bu hao,"(6) replied the man.
Harry glared at the man and retorted, "I want you to answer my question."
"Flew."
"Flew?"
"We transformed into a phoenix and flew in."
"You are an animagus."
"No, no," Feng corrected Harry. "I being the Celestial Guardian have the ability to transform into our totem creature. This is a special ability within our blood once we are bonded."
"How are you being bonded?"
Feng lifted his bangs and Harry saw two red wings being imprinted on his forehead. "This is how we are being bonded."
"Wait...why do you keep saying we when you are the only one here being bonded?" asked Harry, his eyebrows rose so high that it disappeared in his fringe.
"I have a sister," replied Huang. "And my name is Feng."
"Yeah! Don't tell me that you two had became one," Harry replied very sarcastically. Feng actually smiled.
"Please don't tell me that it's true," muttered Harry.
"No, but we will show you," replied Feng. Immediately, a gust of wind started to swirl at Feng's feet and rose, covering him from head to toe. From outside, Harry could sense that is a change of aura from one that is masculine to one feminine. Harry tried to push open the wind but it refused to budge. Harry was surprised. He had been the master over all elements but now the wind had refused to move.
Soon the wind subsided and in Feng's place was a shapely woman.
"Welcome to the insanity of the wizarding world," muttered Harry.
"Greetings Harry Potter," said the woman.
"You are..."
"My brother is Feng and given your intelligence you could easily guessed my name," the woman smiled, her eyes sparkling from light given out by the burning log in fireplace. Harry groaned and shook his head. Ever since he had became the Lord of Light, everyone he had met had teased him endlessly.
"Great, you must be Huang."
"Yes, Harry Potter," Huang replied. "We have a proposition for you."
"What may that be?"
"A visit to the mysterious depth of the Chinese spiritual world."
"Spiritual world?" Harry echoed.
"Here, in most Westernized countries, you call it magic. In China, we call it spiritual powers and the way we use it is different. You practice wand- based magic while Chinese practice weapon and attack based skills of spiritual power."
"???"
"I shall explain in due time, now about our proposition..."
TBC...
-----------------------------------
A note from your author:
HeeHee, another chapter completed! I have decided to incorporate Chinese mythology within the story. Being a Chinese, I will try to correct any misunderstanding about Chinese, you are welcome to send me e-mail to ask. I thank the Red Dragons Order for beta-editing the chapter. And a word of thanks to all my reviewers! They are:
----------------------
Francine: ? What you mean by 4 36-70
sly Slytherin: Yes! I play Warcraft 3...what's your nick on WC 3 online? Mine's Chaos_Breaker...And don't cut off my head! You won't get your update this way either.
Lady Reaper of the Shadows: Thanks! ^O^
stayblue: Thanks!
arcee: Haha! I'm still a student...thought I still have a seven year old brother who is a nuisance at sometime...
solar: Thanks!
Corrie: Thanks!
Angelis: Thanks!
Naia: Thanks!
Androme: Yeah! TCZ is making an appearance! But only the Red Phoenix, Feng Huang, White Tiger, Zi Yan and Lord of Mount Dream Cloud, Wang Chan. Hey by the way, I think that there is some translation error on TCZ 2. Mt Dream Cloud now becomes Cloud Dream...I prefers Mount Dream Cloud. It's Hogwarts school holiday! Really! Some of the jokes I use, Androme, you may find them familiar! These are from Wang Xue Qi...I think...ayah! Can't remember liao!
Phoenixrising: I just don't want to go into too many details! I want you to guess, guess and guess! Maybe I will spin out a side story...Just an idea! No promises!
Braindrain: Never mind! I understand what kind of pressure our parents give us before and during exams!
Brion: A friend.
JerseyGirl03: Thanks! There will be a sequel.
B0B: Thanks!
Mistri: Thanks!
Chaser: Thanks!
---------------------
This is the English translation of the Chinese words used above. Please take note that these are not the Chinese words or character but Chinese Phonic
(6) I can't speak it well.
(5) Me? I'm one of the four Celestial creatures Guardian of the People Republic of China, Phoenix.
(4) Who are you?
(3) Never let your rival's action surprise you.
(2) Touché.
(1) On guard!
Hit The Floor
On a recent weekend in Atlantic City, a woman won a bucketful of quarters at a slot machine. She took a break from the slots for dinner with her husband in the hotel dining room.
But first she wanted to stash the quarters in her room. "I'll be right back and we'll go to eat," she told her husband and carried the coin-laden bucket to the elevator.
As she was about to walk into the elevator she noticed two men already aboard. Both were black. One of them was big .. Very big... an intimidating sight. The woman froze.
Her first thought was, these two are going to rob me. Her next thought was, don't be dumb, they look like perfectly nice gentlemen. But racial stereotypes are powerful, and fear immobilised her.
She stood and stared at the two men. She felt anxious, flustered and ashamed. She hoped they didn't read her mind - but God, they had to know what she was thinking!
Her hesitation about joining them in the elevator was all too obvious now. Her face was flushed. She couldn't just stand, so with a mighty effort of will she picked up one foot and stepped forward and followed with the other foot and was on the elevator.
Avoiding eye contact, she turned around stiffly and faced the elevator doors as they closed. A second passed, and then another second, and then another. Her fear increased! The elevator didn't move. Panic consumed her. My God, she thought, I'm trapped and about to be robbed! Her heart plummeted.
Perspiration poured from every pore. Then one of the men said, "Hit the floor." Instinct told her to do what they told her. The bucket of quarters flew upwards as she threw out her arms and collapsed on the elevator floor. A shower of coins rained down on her. Take my money and spare me, she prayed.
More seconds passed. She heard one of the men say politely, "Ma'am, if you'll just tell us what floor you're going to, we'll push the button."
The one who said it had a little trouble getting the words out. He was trying mightily to hold in a belly laugh.
The woman lifted her head and looked up at the two men. They reached down to help her up. Confused, she struggled to her feet.
"When I told my friend here to hit the floor," said the average sized one, "I meant that he should hit the elevator button for our floor. I didn't mean for you to hit the floor, ma'am."
He spoke genially. He bit his lip. It was obvious he was having a hard time not laughing. The woman thought, my goodness, what a spectacle I've made of myself. She was too humiliated to speak. She wanted to blurt out an apology, but words failed her. How do you apologise to two perfectly respectable gentlemen for behaving as though they were going to rob you? She didn't know what to say.
The three of them gathered up the strewn quarters and refilled her bucket. When the elevator arrived at her floor they insisted on walking her to her room. She seemed a little unsteady on her feet, and they were afraid she might not make it down the corridor. At her door they bid her a good evening. As she slipped into her room she could hear them roaring with laughter as they walked back to the elevator. The woman brushed herself off.
She pulled herself together and went downstairs for dinner with her husband.
The next morning flowers were delivered to her room - a dozen roses.
Attached to EACH rose was a crisp one hundred-dollar bill.
The card said: "Thanks for the best laugh we've had in years."
It was signed,
Eddie Murphy
Michael Jordan
