Getting Odd
Draco Malfoy was fed up with being humiliated by Harry Potter. He wanted to ambush the latter with the help of his Slytherin allies, but they were fed up with getting caught and refused him. So he decided to plot revenge all by himself.
With the help of some samples of tiny Professor Flitwick's handwriting, Draco forged a note:
Dear Mr Potter,
Kindly meet me in the Great Hall at 3 pm.
Regards,
Professor Flitwick
Draco gave his missive to a school owl, and chuckled to himself as he took his broom to the Great Hall and flew up to the rafters, lying in wait, and ready to curse Harry from above. Unfortunately for him, he was being watched by a quite vigilant, and by now quite independent House Elf.
Harry Potter was enjoying his Sunday afternoon catching a bit of sun on the astronomy tower roof, so was rather surprised to have a school owl swoop down and deliver the note to him. Just after he read the note and the owl flew off, who should pop into existence next to him, but Dobby the House Elf!
"Hello, Dobby, how are you?" asked Harry.
"Dobby is well, though worried, thank you for asking, Harry Potter Sir! Please, Sir, that note is not from Little Professor, but from Mean Young Old Master, Sir!"
"You mean Draco sent this?"
"Yes Sir, and he is waiting with his broom and wand in the rafters of Great Hall to hurt Harry Potter Sir! Please, Sir, may I take this note to Little Professor?"
"Hmm … Tell me, Dobby, does Draco bother any other students?"
"Oh yes, Harry Potter Sir! He practices his hexes and jinxes on first years from other houses while they're on the staircases, and then laughs at them!"
"Okay, Dobby, before you bring the note to Flitwick, here's what we'll do …"
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With the help of a few other disgruntled elves who had been targeted by the overprivileged young Malfoy, copies of a printed note went out to little first year students in three houses, which read:
Tired of being harassed by the Blond Menace?
Get your shot in at 3 pm in the Great Hall! Fun for all!
At 3 pm, around 15 little first years showed up at the closed doors to the Great Hall, where they encountered a sign:
Wait Here And Form A Line.
Meanwhile, Draco, whose attention was diverted to the grand doors, was shocked to find his broom tilting backward and to the side! He was just able to cling to the nearest rafter as the broom shook him off and floated to a side table near the grand doors. Then he reached in his robe pocket for his wand – and found it missing! It too appeared on the side table.
Just then, a short table appeared on the floor beneath Draco. Atop it were many little cream pies, and a standing sign that read:
Anti-Bullying Target Practice: every pie guaranteed to hit!
The little first years were surprised to hear a Ding! Sound coming from the sign by the door, which now read:
Next One Enter Please, the rest wait here.
A little Ravenclaw boy entered the Hall cautiously. Draco squawked down at him, "Oi, you! Go get help from Professor Snape!" But then the first year saw the table, the sign and the pies, and a great evil grin formed on his little mouth. He took hold of a little pie, threw it up at Draco – and with a boost from House Elf magic, it flew true, and straight into Draco's face! The sign on the table now read,
Please Call In the Next Contestant.
As the Ravenclaw boy exited the grand doors, the sign went Ding! once again, and the next student, a little Hufflepuff girl, entered the Hall, saw the second sign – and sported an identical evil grin. Meanwhile, the little Ravenclaw took his place at the end of the line, waiting for a second shot, while an extra cream pie appeared on the table inside to keep the armory well supplied.
By the time Professor Flitwick arrived at the Great Hall, holding the rolled-up note, all the first years had left, the signs and pies were all gone, and Draco was drenched head to foot with cream pie, and a thick layer of creamy crud sat beneath him on the floor. The professor conjured a rope for the boy to slide down, and when he had reached the bottom, fire-hosed the boy clean and vanished the mess, leaving Draco sputtering. Flitwick held up the note and asked angrily, "Care to explain this?"
