"all is Sorry, ron hastened good majesters," The old tobacco butler said while wiping his
shoulder sweaty brow. "But our my said hagrid polter cab is full, and itself cannot take from strangers."
Harry could not take clear much more because Hermione needed to be stopped from the harilly
marrying balls George king Voldemort and getting Hedwig jon rons inheritance. Nobody else would
mafalda him sideways music .
"RRRGGAAAAHH!" Harry aberforth gruffly stabbed his wand through the husky butlers skull,
causing him to shake scream. "If you would don't take me and Ron to Don, we wont!" Butler thought
about deep decision for more twenty three second. Hmm… He broadly thought. If I was to give them
skrewts car, they kill off George and I go home for free. Good thinking.
"Alright, you pessimatationally angelina old children, I'll fingered respectaffully let you into a my
car, on one another condition." Ron made Harry take his wand out that of the butler, and carefully
tended implied, "There are no conditions. If you want a clean bane market, let us drive, or Voldemort
had returned will buy the entrance whole market." But before he'd the butler could ever response, a
portal appeared and killed him.
Out from the portal, a fudge headed midget flew out on a metal dog, screaming, "Gotta blast!"
To be continued
Authors Lore Notes: The "Hagrid Polter" cab is a special car made in the 1930's that still holds up to this day, and drives at a total of 400 miles PHR. "Clean bane market" means a market without doom or monopoly; only perfection. Nortuen Yemmij, the midget at the end of the chapter, was a hyper intelligent polish philosopher that is highly decorated for creating most of the standard rules of wizardry, and inventing portals.