So we left off with BAD spelling mistakes, Harry's speech, and a gambling/flying/printing-crazy/garden-loving Hippo….right? Right. So………………………….wait, I didn't get to the Hippo yet did I. Opps, well I could skip it, nah its important to the plot and character development…..well, actually it had nothing to do with anything….oh I'll just tell it to you!
Harry was attempting to bring the grass back to a decent colored green when he got bored and deceided to go hunting because The Purple Forest was just off to his right. Purple is a bad color(in my opinion and Harry's) so he hunted in it even though there was a notice that read, "Warning: Do not kill anything yellow, or fluffy"
The forest was purple and pointy. The trees reeked off purple scents. The lavender trees poked at his ribs, and there was nothing alive but Harry…so far. He was drenched in a purple sweat after only 20 min. in the horrid wilderness. Harry heard a sound coming from a far off bush on his left. It sounded like money flickering, a swish, a muggle printer, and a old lady, ALL at the same time! It scared him so much that he made an uh-oh in his pants and was forced to take off his underwear and put it on his head.
His underwear was purple.
It was bad.
Suddenly out pranced the gambling/flying/printing-crazy/garden-loving Hippo.
It was purple.
And fat.
And purple.
So it was half flying, half leaping, shuffling cards, and sniffing flower as he dragged a printer by it's cord.
The printer was purple.
The cards were purple.
The flower was fake, the color yellow and very fluffy.
It pranced around Harry, giggling and sniffing. The noise of such as sniff truly fascinated Harry, or just made him stare oddly. The gambling/flying/printing-crazy/garden-loving Hippo plugged the printer into a outlet that happened to be in one if the dead purple logs. The gambling/flying/printing-crazy/garden-loving Hippo then put a card into it and it came out again. The printer wasn't working the way it should. The gambling/flying/printing-crazy/garden-loving Hippo didn't seem to notice though because he screamed with joy at the site of the cards reappearance. He out another card in and cheered even louder when it came back out. He did this for the whole deck. THE WHOLE ENTIRE PURPLE CARD DECK!
Harry just stared.
The gambling/flying/printing-crazy/garden-loving Hippo then bet on a win with a purple centipede. The gambling/flying/printing-crazy/garden-loving Hippo won. He smashed the centipede.
It's okay, it as purple.
The gambling/flying/printing-crazy/garden-loving Hippo continued to do gambling/flying/printing-crazy/garden-loving Hippo things. He had fun( and yes, the gambling/flying/printing-crazy/garden-loving Hippo is a HE) .
The gambling/flying/printing-crazy/garden-loving Hippo did all of this while Harry stared. Finally the gambling/flying/printing-crazy/garden-loving Hippo grew tired. He stopped in front of Harry and yawned.
Harry pulled out his wand and used it as if it were a gun.
BAAMM!
No more gambling/flying/printing-crazy/garden-loving Hippo. A petal from the fluffy, fake, yellow flower fell to the ground. An alarm went off. Purple flashing lights where everywhere! It was a disaster! He ahd hurt a yellow fluff-fluff! He ran for it. But
Harry still dragged the Hippo home and there was a lovely feast at Hogwarts that night. But then the Purple forest guardian police people arrested Harry and he was going to be put on trial because he claims it was "an accident"
No one cared that a bunch of students ate a hippo; they only cared about that yellow fluffy flower that Harry murdered! The trial was long and included a lot of nose picking. Harry got close to reaching his goal of completely clean nostrils when they had reached their verdict. The wizard jury decided that Harry was only trying to save the forest from the gambling/flying/printing-crazy/garden-loving Hippo. Killing the flower was all his scar's fault. The scar was to blame because it was the obvious murderer of all things yellow and fluffy. It was merrily just a bit of Voldemort coming out of him. They sentenced Harry to some muggle counseling because wizards find that shrinks are the only genius people out of the muggle race. As for the scar, they were planning on taking it off of Harry through surgery, but Harry showed them that it was Velcro-attached onto his head from a previous accident. So he got to keep it on because it enhanced his features. No one seemed to care that the Velcro-scar was countering their descision….oh well!
Poor gambling/flying/printing-crazy/garden-loving Hippo….but it WAS purple! Plus, gambling is bad!
Okay, that was dumb but I was bored of studying for exams so sue me! (haha…sue me…wizard jury…hahaha…)