The Mullet of power is located in the Secret passage of secret secrets, fortunately it is drawn on the map of Hoghairs that they received in their welcome pack on their first day. They walked tentatively along at Midnight wrapped under the Invisibility cloak.
"The Secret passage of secret secrets is down a trapdoor," Hairy read off the map. When they reached the trapdoor, Fluffy was unfportunately dozing on it.
Fluffy is the biggest cat in the whole world. From the outside he looks like a giant ball of fluff...and he is. But if provoked, he will produce some very large very sharp claws, and you will be slashed to death- nice! They crept nervously toward the trapdoor. Ron, staring up at the ceiling like a headless chicken, clumsily trod on the cat's tail. The cat screeched angrily and yes, the claws came out.
"Quick Hairy!" Yelled Hairmionie and Hairy revved up the razor. He slashed wildly at the hair of the cat until out of the ball off fluff came a little kitten.
"Awwww" squealed Ron.
"Thank you for saving me," whispered the kitten as wings came out his sides and he flew away.
"Weird!" Hairy said and pulled up the trapdoor.
They jumped down and above them dozens of keys were flapping relentlessly in the air. They had to find the right key and chops off its wings.
"Go Hairmionie!" yelled Hairy, producing a pair of scissors from nowhere.
Hairmionie, on her broomstick that had also appeared from nowhere, went chopping off the wings of the keys.
Hairy picked up the keys and saw if they matched with the door. As usual, Ron stood and didn't help (unless picking your nose is helping).
"Yes!" Harry yelped as the door opened.
"Welcome," greeted a voice ominously.
"Who's there?" Hairy asked.
"Don't you know?" he asked mockingly and guffawed goofily. "you talk about me all the time!"
Yes, it was Voldermorte!
The gang reeled back in fright.
Hairy saw a dark shadow and then its owner. As usual he was clad in a voluminous jet-black cape. But unlike ordinary, he was carrying a wig- a mullet- THE MULLET- THE MULLET OF POWER.
"Give that back!" said Hairy feebly.
"And what if I don't?" he inquired.
"I-I I'm armed," said Hairy and pointed his wand at Voldermorte.
"That little twig! Ha!" he gave a malicious laugh.
Hairy cursed himself as he realised he had picked up a twig instead of his wand! 'They look exactly the same!' He whispered to Hairmionie.
"Now you will meet the same fate as my other hairy friends," he said and began to reveal himself.
They thought it was all over. But little did they know that Ron had something up his sleeve- a mirror. As he vainly gazed at himself in the mirror a beam of light reflected off the shiny surface and hit Voldermorte in the eye.
"Ouch!" he cried and looking to see who the culprit was. As he glared at Ron he saw his ghastly reflection in the mirror.
"My eyes!" he shrieked. He began to swell up as the gang ducked down and closed their eyes- they knew what was going to happen (apart from Ron who was picking up a penny). He blew into a million pieces. The blast echoed around the rooms and when they looked up, Voldemorte had disappeared.
That year for their special deeds of bravery, they were rewarded with 100 points each. At the ceremony, Grifurdor won, and threw away the house cup. Everyone went home happily except Harry. He knew he was going home to the Orphanage. And he knew he hadn't seen the last of Voldemorte. He knew Voldemorte would be ressurected (wouldn't make a very good Hairy Peter 2 if he was still dead now would it?)
With a heavy heart, Hairy trudged home, greeted by the smell of fresh warm gruel.
"The Secret passage of secret secrets is down a trapdoor," Hairy read off the map. When they reached the trapdoor, Fluffy was unfportunately dozing on it.
Fluffy is the biggest cat in the whole world. From the outside he looks like a giant ball of fluff...and he is. But if provoked, he will produce some very large very sharp claws, and you will be slashed to death- nice! They crept nervously toward the trapdoor. Ron, staring up at the ceiling like a headless chicken, clumsily trod on the cat's tail. The cat screeched angrily and yes, the claws came out.
"Quick Hairy!" Yelled Hairmionie and Hairy revved up the razor. He slashed wildly at the hair of the cat until out of the ball off fluff came a little kitten.
"Awwww" squealed Ron.
"Thank you for saving me," whispered the kitten as wings came out his sides and he flew away.
"Weird!" Hairy said and pulled up the trapdoor.
They jumped down and above them dozens of keys were flapping relentlessly in the air. They had to find the right key and chops off its wings.
"Go Hairmionie!" yelled Hairy, producing a pair of scissors from nowhere.
Hairmionie, on her broomstick that had also appeared from nowhere, went chopping off the wings of the keys.
Hairy picked up the keys and saw if they matched with the door. As usual, Ron stood and didn't help (unless picking your nose is helping).
"Yes!" Harry yelped as the door opened.
"Welcome," greeted a voice ominously.
"Who's there?" Hairy asked.
"Don't you know?" he asked mockingly and guffawed goofily. "you talk about me all the time!"
Yes, it was Voldermorte!
The gang reeled back in fright.
Hairy saw a dark shadow and then its owner. As usual he was clad in a voluminous jet-black cape. But unlike ordinary, he was carrying a wig- a mullet- THE MULLET- THE MULLET OF POWER.
"Give that back!" said Hairy feebly.
"And what if I don't?" he inquired.
"I-I I'm armed," said Hairy and pointed his wand at Voldermorte.
"That little twig! Ha!" he gave a malicious laugh.
Hairy cursed himself as he realised he had picked up a twig instead of his wand! 'They look exactly the same!' He whispered to Hairmionie.
"Now you will meet the same fate as my other hairy friends," he said and began to reveal himself.
They thought it was all over. But little did they know that Ron had something up his sleeve- a mirror. As he vainly gazed at himself in the mirror a beam of light reflected off the shiny surface and hit Voldermorte in the eye.
"Ouch!" he cried and looking to see who the culprit was. As he glared at Ron he saw his ghastly reflection in the mirror.
"My eyes!" he shrieked. He began to swell up as the gang ducked down and closed their eyes- they knew what was going to happen (apart from Ron who was picking up a penny). He blew into a million pieces. The blast echoed around the rooms and when they looked up, Voldemorte had disappeared.
That year for their special deeds of bravery, they were rewarded with 100 points each. At the ceremony, Grifurdor won, and threw away the house cup. Everyone went home happily except Harry. He knew he was going home to the Orphanage. And he knew he hadn't seen the last of Voldemorte. He knew Voldemorte would be ressurected (wouldn't make a very good Hairy Peter 2 if he was still dead now would it?)
With a heavy heart, Hairy trudged home, greeted by the smell of fresh warm gruel.