Harry and Hermione jumped into the back seat and the car
took off with Ron in the driver’s seat.
“Bloody ehw!” screamed Ron as he swerved the car out of the
way of a flock of flying horses. They only came out on cloudy days so they
wouldn’t be seen by the muggles below.
He had to descend quickly to avoid hitting then. But
straight ahead was a mountain. There was no time to pull up.
“AHHHHHHHH!” screamed Ron and Harry. “Eviscerate!” cried Hermione,
pointing her wand at the mountain.
The mountain before them crumbled and tumbled into the valley
below, leaving a path for the car.
“Oops” said Hermione, as she saw the villagers below running
for their lives.
“Avalanche Leviosa!” The rocks all hung in space while the
villagers watched, dumbstruck.
“Mons Repairo!” The rocks all fell upwards and the mountain,
now far beneath them, was just as it had been before they started messing with
it.
Pointing her wand towards the dumbstruck villagers, Hermione
shouted, “Obliviate!” The villagers, who now seemed quite small from the car, looked
at each other for a moment as if they were wondering why they were all standing
there. Then they went back to their work.
“A little underage magic there, eh, Hermione?” smiled Harry
“We would have been killed, Harold.” She was apparently
still miffed, more so because she was breaking school and ministry rules, which
she never felt comfortable doing. This brings up the obvious question as to why
she spent so much time with Harry and Ron since they rarely followed rules of any kind.
“So what does the letter say, exactly?” Harry asked Hermione,
whose arms were folded tightly and whose face expressed a combination of humiliation
and rage.
Harry wasn’t as interested in the contents of the letter as
he was in putting Hermione in a better mood. She was always the first to raise
her hand in class and loved when the teachers called on her to read aloud. Harry and Ron needed Hermione on their side and
Harry thought a request to read might do the trick. It worked.
Hermione pulled out the letter. “Dear Arthur”, she read, in a
tone that sounded almost upbeat, “There have been some funny goings-on around
Black Hollow. Look into it.”
She put the letter down, with a slightly disappointed look
on her face, as if she wished it had been longer.
“Funny?” called Ron from the front seat, as he swerved to
avoid another flock of flying horses. “Funny as in jokes? Or funny as in
weird?”
“I would think the latter, Ron” said Hermione.
Harry smiled. It was Ron and not Ronald. Things were back to
normal.
“That town up ahead, Ron,” said Harry, “the one in the crater.
Could that be Black Hollow?”
“It’s not a crater, Harry” corrected Hermione. “We’re not at
war or on the moon. It’s called a hollow when a piece of land is lower than
that which surrounds it. See how it’s much lower than those woods?”
"Looks like a good place to leave the car" said Ron, descending the car, making shre no muggles were watching. "Sincerely
‘ope there are no spiders in there."
“Why, Ron?” asked Harry, as they walked into the clearing.
Ron stopped and scratched his head. “Not sure.”
As they neared Black Hollow, they saw, arising from the
midst of the crater, a huge Ferris wheel.
“Blimey!” shouted a smiling Ron. “It’s a carnival! I love
carnivals! I can smell the popcorn from here!”
He ran towards the smell, his friends tailing him, begging
him to slow down. But Ron, if a bit thick, was a very fast runner, and soon
Hermione and Harry were poking their heads into every carnival tent, looking up
at every ride to see if Ron was riding the “Whip”, the “Octopus” or if he was
soaring high on the enormous Ferris wheel.
They finally found him inside a tent labeled “Colonel Bill
Thunder: Fearless Animal Trainer.”
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