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Harry Peter and the Bomb Disaster

Harry Peter was pissed the heck off.

“I’m pissed the heck off about this test I have to take!” Ron Weaseler sat down on the couch. He was eating a big bag of jelly beans.

“What’s wrong Harry? Did you have a bad day?”

“Yes Ron, I’m pissed the heck off. I don’t want to take this test, i want to go on an adventure instead” Ron threw a jelly bean at Harry.

“Stop bullying me!”

“Stop eating all my jelly beans then,” Ron said through a mouthful of jelly beans. Ron dumped the rest of his jelly beans onto Harry.

“Ok, I’ve got an appointment, gotta go.”

“Bye Ron”

Ron was walking across campus when he saw his dad walking up the street.

“Dad? Is that you?”

“Son, it is me, your dad. I’ve got bad news. Voldemore just cast a spell on an bomb and now it’s flying straight at Hogwurst”

“We have to tell Harry Peter about this. He’ll know exactly what to do”

“Did someone say HARRY PETER?” Harry stepped out from behind the statue he was hiding behind.

“I’ve got a plan”

“Harry, this is my dad. He says Voldemore just cast a spell on a bomb and it’s flying right towards Hogwrath”

“I heard, I’ve been hiding behind this statue for the last two hours.” Suddenly Professor Snope came around the corner. He looked PISSED.

“You’re all in big trouble! I heard you say that you cast a spell on a bomb and it’s heading right for Hograt. 100 points from Griffordar” Harry spun around with a confused look in his eyes.

“No! It was voldemore who sent the bomb, not me!” Snope bristled with rage.

“We’ll see about that. Let’s go see Dimbledoor.

Alby Dimbledar was eating a bowl of potato soup in his office when he heard a loud knock at the door. He took a big bite of a dinner roll. It had butter on it.

“Come in” The door creaked open with a loud screech. Snap, Hairy, Ron, and Ron’s dad all walked into the office. Dimbledean dipped his dinner roll in his soup and took a big bite.

“What seems to be the problem?” he said through a big bite of dinner roll.

Snope waved his hands in the air wildly. “These dweebos cast a spell on a bomb and it’s heading right for Hogwrath!”

“We didn’t do it sir, it was voldemore!” Ron’s dad pulled out his cell phone and pulled up a picture of voldemorg casting the spell.

“See sir, you can see in the pic that voldemore is casting the spell, not these students.” Dimbledoof looked closely at the picture. He pulled his half-moon glassed down his nose and examined closely.

“Do you think I was born yesterday? I’m not an idiot. I can tell that that pic is photoshopped.” Snope and Dimbledoob high five.

“Thanks for wasting my time! 100 points from grifflebean!”

“We’re not liars! Voldeymore really did cast a spell on a bomb! We have to stop it!” Dimbodoo took another bite of soup. He chewed on a potato.

“Get out of my sight!”

( writing at the intersection of slipping on a banana peel, history, continental philosophy, programming, and more