The Howler

By popular demand I have written a sequel. This features the Howler mentioned previous chapter.

It was a usual morning at Hogwarts. At the Slytherin table Draco Malfoy was bragging very loudly about the latest news his father had sent him. Luna Lovegood was at the Ravenclaw table telling anyone who would listen-which wasn't many, about narges. The Gryffindor table was full of chatter mostly about the win at the Quidditch match the other day.
"And that dive was absolutely amazing Harry!" Ron exclaimed using sound effects and hand gestures to illustrate.
Hermione sighed. "I honestly don't understand what you enjoy so much about Quidditch, it's only a sport."
"Well I don't understand what you enjoy so much about books, but you don't see me complaining!" Ron shot back.
"I'll have you know that Hogwarts: A History is an extremely interesting read."

Harry sighed as he watched his friends argue, he was waiting for Hedwig to come back with Sirius' reply. As if Sirius (or Hedwig) had heard his thoughts, the mail came. 'Interrupting Ron and Hermione's argument' Harry thought happily. But it wasn't Hedwig that caught Harry's eye. There was a small white bird that looked a bit like a bird carrying... A Howler.
"I feel really sorry for whoever that belongs to." Ron sympathised.
"I wonder who's it is?" Hermione wondered.
They didn't have to wait long to find out. The dove headed straight to the teachers table, in particular to Professor Kirkland, the Care of Magical Creatures professor.
The Golden Trio watched with avid interest as the small bird dropped the letter on the Professor's full English breakfast and then flew out of the window to who knows where. Professor Kirkland looked quite startled to have a letter dropped on his breakfast but the expression soon turned into fear when he realised what kind of letter it was. By the looks of it the Howler was an impatient one, it wasn't long before sparks started to fly and it exploded, unleashing an unbelievably loud American accent.

"YO! IGGY, WE HEARD FROM SCOTTY THAT YOU WENT TO PIGFARTS TO TEACH!" (From the background of the Howler a Scottish accent could be heard "Don't call me that you Yankee! And it's Hogwarts not Pigfarts.")
"WHATEVER DUDE!" Unadiuable arguing could be heard from the Howler. Just then the American accent was replaced with an extremely creepy French one.
"Bonjour Angleterre. I can't believe you left the fabulous moi here with all these idiots to teache school kids! How could you leave me here, I thought we were friends we've been through so much together..."
The ranting got quieter and it sounded like someone else had picked up the Howler.
"Hi Arthur," A whisper sounded, even worth the loudness of the Howler Harry struggled to hear what the man said. "I hope you enjoy teaching."
"Who are you?"
"I'm Mathew"
"Hallo, It's the Awesomness here. Vhat on earth is this, it's so not awesome." The German accent was interuppted by a 'BANG' "Vill you stop hitting me vith that frying pang!"
All the arguing was then interrupted by a terrifying shout. "EVERYONE SHUT UP! Vill someone please send that letter so ve can continue vith this meeting."
"PASTAAAAAAAAAA!"
This time the letter was picked up by someone with an umemotional Norwegian accented voice. "Bye Arthur, I hope you have fun teaching and I'm sorry about the Howler but it was your brothers idea."
Someone then joined the Norwegian at the Howler. "Yeah and Lukas and I will see you next week for the magic trio meeting. By the way you cant persuade us, we are coming to Hogwarts whether you like it or not. LUKAS! He won't call you big brother! Get over it! See you Arthur."

And with that the Howler promptly burst into flames leaving ashes on the long abandoned breakfast. The hall was filled with absolute silence for the first time since the start of the year. And with that Professor Kirkland stood up and left with his remaining dignity-which wasn't much. Ron broke the silence between the trio. "Bloody hell, he has some strange friends." And for once Hermione didn't prove him wrong.

By the way the bird who delivered the letter was Pierre, France's dove.
As previous if anyone has ideas for me to write just leave a review, if I get inspiration the next chapter will be Norway's and Romania's visit to Hogwarts.