The Shortest Short Stories Ever: What Would You Do For A Klondike Bar?
By Spectra16
A/N: This chapter is really strange. I mean, stranger than the other chapters. . . Which is strange.
Disclaimer: Didn't I already rant and rave about how I will never own harry potter? Yeah, I did. I still feel obligated to write a disclaimer. Is that wrong?
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Chapter Ten: (Wow, I got to chapter ten) What Would Hagrid Do For A Klondike Bar?
Ron, Hermione, and boy wonder stood in a line, in Hagrid's love shack. Hagrid had told them he had a surprise and he wanted to show them before anyone else. Hermione and Ron was expecting another dangerous creature, preferably a dragon. Harry had stopped expecting things since he saw Tom Riddle on TV advertising tooth paste. ("Minty freshness on your teeth! Isn't that what you want, Muggles? Yummy freshness! Did you know that back in Roman times, they used urine as mouth wash! Apparently, they preferred Spanish urine, whatever that means! See? I know a great deal about Muggle scum!" Tom never stopped showing his yellow teeth during the commercial. His posture reminded Harry of Superman.)
Hagrid pulled a hide off of what seemed like a large object, to reveal a very Muggle looking object.
A treadmill. Harry and Hermione's jaws dropped. Ron has no idea of what it was.
"Hagrid! That's a Muggle machine! Why do you have that!" Harry asked, wondering if Hagrid had lost his mind.
"It will help me lose weight! I was told that if I lose 50 pounds in four weeks, I would get a Klondike bar!" Hagrid poked at the buttons on the machine, none of which worked (from lack of electricity in Hogwarts).
"Wouldn't a Klondike bar defeat the purpose?" Hermione asked.
Hagrid looked at her, with a quite dumbfounded look at that.