The philosophers brain

by Give my socks back

If you're up for a laugh this is the story for you. It's basically a reconstruction of philosophers stone, but better. haha not really. I really reccommed chapter 4. If you don't read up to that I'm afraid the world will implode! Please submit your revie

9. Chapter 9

-1Chapter 9

"Come on sweetheart, no come on dol, no really, come on Mrs M, not that He only broke his head open and had to have critical brain surgery… what was the harm? He's on the team isn't he, Come on Miss!"

"Mr Potter! You do not seem to recognise the seriousness of this matter!"

"Mi, gonna be like… expelled?"

"…No. We would not want that for a person such as… such as you Mr Potter."

"Then were the hell are we going?"

"To find wood."

Was Wood… A Quidditch captain? Some sort of extremely skilled player that was going to acquaint him with his new found Gryffindor team. Professor M opened a huge, rusty door.

"She brought out a large box. Opening it incredibly slowly, almost savouring the pleasure she brought ut a long, polishes cane.

"Come on toots… c'mon…. Can't I just be expelled?"

"Oh no, I would much rather you pay a lesson, as I'm sure you'd take much pleasure out of being expelled."

She brought it slamming down onto his behind.

Harry winced as he dived out of the way and hit the floor, he could hear the cane whistle past and slap the ground just beside his left ear.

"MR POTTER!"

"I've never…"

He winced, preparing himself for the blow.

"Seen a person so good at DIVING."

And so it was, the next and successful Gryffindor Quidditch team player.

Unfortunately, Draco Malfoy's brain fell out and he was unable to play Quidditch anymore. Thus came the end to a wonderful, yet extremely swift Quidditch career.