3.) "I HAVE HEARD EVERY POSSIBLE JOKE ABOUT OLIVER WOOD'S NAME" IS NOT A CHALLENGE.

"Roll up, roll up! Place your entry for the latest Weasley Twins competition!" George yelled into the crowd. It was mid-afternoon and a fair few people were in the courtyard. We were trying (and so far failing) to get people to enter our latest competition.

"It's very simple," I continued. "All you have to do is write the number of jokes you know about Oliver Wood on a piece of paper. The top ten then then have to go into a joke-off with each other to see who officially knows the most!" A couple of people had started to gather round me and George. There were a few raised eyebrows in the crowd. And a couple of smirks. And, of course, the disapproving looks from a couple of prefects. Spoilsports.

"Anyone who wants to take parts, step forward!" George yelled into the crowd. A couple of known pranksters and jokers stepped forward. They then scribbled down numbers and slotted them into the ballot box we had placed on Lee Jordan's transfigured (against his will because we couldn't find any tables) textbook. A few more people had started to gather round, wondering what was going on.

"Roll up everyone, It's the "I know every possible joke about Oliver Woods name competition!" I hollered to the crowd. Smiles had started to spread round the crowd, along with a couple of snorts. Now quite a few people had started to line up to enter. I turned to face George.

"Result!" We whispered to each other in unison. In the time that we had turned away, the line had grown drastically. We pointed people in the direction of the ballot box, answered any questions and genuinely were good sales people.

After we had helped two third-year Ravenclaws, we saw two faces that we dreaded; McGonagall and Wood.

"Whoops?" We offered, half-heartedly, in unison.

"My office. Now!" She seethed at us. Oh well.

McGonagall sighed at the three boys sitting in front of her. Why had she not retired years ago? Why had she not retired after the Marauders left? Or the Prewett twins? Why? It's just too tiring for her.

"Why did you do this?" She asked, sighing in the process.

"Well, the other day at quidditch practice," George started.

"Our team mates were swapping jokes about Oliver's name," Fred continued.

"And he had been partially mean this session," George.

"And we hadn't held any competitions recently," Fred.

"So basically we were killing three birds with one stone," George concluded. She hated it when they did that.

"Three birds with one stone?" She asked incredulously.

"Yeah, three," Fred answered.

"We got revenge on Wood," George continued

"Held a competition," Fred.

"And got to find more things to torment Wood with," George concluded,

" . I'm letting Wood pick your punishment this time," She said with almost a hint of a smile. She knew that the boy who hadn't spoken yet would come up with an amusing punishment.

"You two have to help Mr Filch collect Honking Daffodils for Professor Sprout," Oliver came up with after a moment of thinking. She knew this would have no effect on them.

"Mr Filch will be expecting you tomorrow night at ten. Now, off you go. And with her last statement they left.

After today, she decided that the year that their children came to Hogwarts, would be the year that she retired.

After we left, I turned to Forge.

"Next time, we're charging two sickles per entry."

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