Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. All of them belong to J.K. Rowling except for the Star Wars stuff, which belongs to Star Wars (bet you could've figured that out on your own, but I wanted to tell you just in case.)

(A/N This is a sequel to When House Elves Attack. I don't care if this is stupid because I wrote this when I was bored.)

Hermione had gotten detention because of the house elf incident. Luckily, it was with Hagrid.

"The third years are takin' care of flobberworms. All you need to do is get some lettuce from my garden at the edge of the forbidden forest and feed it to them. I'll be up in the castle if you need anythin'."

"I think I can manage this Hagrid." At that Hermione went down to the edge of the forbidden forest. She was almost done getting the lettuce when she heard a weird noise. I wonder what's going on, Hermione thought, I better go see.

When she got up to Hagrid's hut she saw something that looked like it was from a horror movie. Students were running around screaming and the grounds were on fire. Hermione ran towards the flobberworms, but they weren't in the boxes Hagrid kept them in. She looked all around, but she couldn't see any flobberworms.

"Looking for us?" a deep, scary voice belted. Hermione turned around to see a brown worm wearing a Darth Vader mask. "I am the king of all flobberworms and if you want to live you shall bow down before me."

"I am not going to bow down to a worm, even if you are wearing a Darth Vader mask." Hermione was disgusted at the thought.

"I am not just a worm," the king worm said, "I'm your father." Dramatic background music started playing all of a sudden.

"No you're not. You're a worm."

"You have given me no choice but to attack." At this point the flobberworms king took out a potato gun and was about to shoot Hermione with it. Suddenly a man with a kilt flew in playing the bagpipe. This was the flobberworms' weakness and they were defeated.

"Oh my gosh, it's the Flying Scotsman," a Hufflepuff yelled, "We're saved." At this point, the Flying Scotsman played a jig and everybody suddenly had kilts on and started dancing. A rainbow appeared and leprechauns joined the dancing to.

(A/N Okay, maybe I do own a character. The Flying Scotsman is mine, kind of. I guess he really belongs to Scotland, but he came out of my mind. Please review.)