Hoggy Potter and the Fate of Lord Voldewolf
Once upon a time there lived three little pigs. Their names were Hoggy Potter, Herswiney Granger, and Ron Boarley. Herswiney Granger and Ron Boarley had a thing going, but as it happened they were having a few problems keeping it going. However, there were more pressing issues at hand. Lord Voldewolf and his minions, the Pig Eaters, were trying to find Hoggy Potter, so that Lord Voldewolf could kill him. The three pigs went to visit Professor Dumbleowl, in order to get his advice on what to do.
“Oh, come in, come in!” hooted Professor Dumbleowl. “What brings you to my humble perch today?”
“Oh, Professor, it’s just terrible,” squealed Herswiney. “Lord Voldewolf and the Pig Eaters are trying to kill Hoggy!”
“My, isn’t that terrible,” said Dumbleowl. “Would you care for a lemon drop?”
“No thank you,” said Herswiney. “Hoggy would care for your help.”
“Professor,” said Hoggy, “Do you think you could do something to stop Lord Voldewolf?”
“Who, me?! Oh no, dear boy, that’s not how this works at all!”
“It’s not?” Ron Boarley looked confused.
“No, no, no.” Dumbleowl peered at Hoggy through his half-moon spectacles. “You, Hoggy, must face Lord Voldewolf yourself, without my help.”
“Alone?!” Ron exploded, “Are you off your rocker, you old hoot?!”
“Why, you know, sometimes I think I am,” said Dumbleowl thoughtfully. “Would you care for a lemon drop?”
“No thank you,” said Herswiney coldly. “Professor, are you saying you’re not going to help Hoggy at all?”
“I will give him one piece of advice.” Dumbleowl turned, fixing Hoggy in his piercing blue-eyed stare. “Trust in your friends!”
“Trust in my friends?” Hoggy exchanged a bewildered look with Boarley.
“Yes, Hoggy, you must survive with the help of Herswiney Granger and Ron Boarley!” Dumbleowl beamed at them all over his half-moon spectacles. “Now, you’d better be getting a move on if you want to make it through the night.”
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"Er- okay, Hoggy stood up with Herswiney and Boarley. " ‘Bye Professor."
“Good bye! Oh, by the way, would you care for a lemon drop?”
They left without answering. They decided to go home for the night, and have a meeting the next day.
Ron Boarley’s house was made of straw. He quite liked it. He had just finished eating dinner when there came a knock on the door. As he opened the door, he found himself face to face with Lord Voldewolf.
“Hoggy’s not here!” blurted out the frightened Boarley.
“I don’t believe you,” said Voldewolf. “Hand him to me now and I will spare your life! Refuse and you will die!”
“But he’s not here!” wailed Boarley.
Then Voldewolf huffed and puffed and yelled Avada Kedavra and blew the house up.
Herswiney Granger’s house was made of sticks. She quite liked it. She had just finished doing a little bedtime homework when there came a knock on the door. Being smarter than Boarley, Herswiney tip toed up to her door and peeked out through her peep hole. She squeaked when she saw Lord Voldewolf standing there. Unfortunately, he heard her.
“Let me in!” He shouted.
“N-no! You’re not coming in!”
“LET ME IN!” He roared even louder. Herswiney quivered in fear.
“You’re so mean!”
“If you don’t let me in, I will kill you and blow up your house!”
“But Hoggy’s not here!” Herswiney cried. She couldn’t let her house burn down! She had so many books in it!
Then Lord Voldewolf, becoming impatient, huffed and puffed and yelled Avada Kedavra and blew the house up.
Hoggy Potter’s house was made of brick. He didn’t really like it. He was sleeping peacefully when there came a knock at the door. He didn’t hear it, though, because he was having a nice dream. In the dream he was dancing with Swinny, Ron Boarley’s younger sister. Her gorgeous, reddish coat was glinting in the sunlight, and her giggling snort was music to Hoggy’s ears.
Then Lord Voldewolf huffed and puffed and invaded Hoggy’s mind. The mushy gushy scene was far too much for him to handle. Hoggy loved Swinny so much that Lord Voldewolf was reduced to running around, screaming his hatred. Voldewolf made so much noise that Hoggy woke up. He stepped outside, staring at his enemy. After a moment, Voldewolf noticed Hoggy and yelled Avada Kedavra and blew the house up.
When the dust cleared, Lord Voldewolf was lying dead on the ground. Hoggy Potter, the pig who lived, had gone back to bed.
“Oh, come in, come in!” hooted Professor Dumbleowl. “What brings you to my humble perch today?”
“Oh, Professor, it’s just terrible,” squealed Herswiney. “Lord Voldewolf and the Pig Eaters are trying to kill Hoggy!”
“My, isn’t that terrible,” said Dumbleowl. “Would you care for a lemon drop?”
“No thank you,” said Herswiney. “Hoggy would care for your help.”
“Professor,” said Hoggy, “Do you think you could do something to stop Lord Voldewolf?”
“Who, me?! Oh no, dear boy, that’s not how this works at all!”
“It’s not?” Ron Boarley looked confused.
“No, no, no.” Dumbleowl peered at Hoggy through his half-moon spectacles. “You, Hoggy, must face Lord Voldewolf yourself, without my help.”
“Alone?!” Ron exploded, “Are you off your rocker, you old hoot?!”
“Why, you know, sometimes I think I am,” said Dumbleowl thoughtfully. “Would you care for a lemon drop?”
“No thank you,” said Herswiney coldly. “Professor, are you saying you’re not going to help Hoggy at all?”
“I will give him one piece of advice.” Dumbleowl turned, fixing Hoggy in his piercing blue-eyed stare. “Trust in your friends!”
“Trust in my friends?” Hoggy exchanged a bewildered look with Boarley.
“Yes, Hoggy, you must survive with the help of Herswiney Granger and Ron Boarley!” Dumbleowl beamed at them all over his half-moon spectacles. “Now, you’d better be getting a move on if you want to make it through the night.”
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"Er- okay, Hoggy stood up with Herswiney and Boarley. " ‘Bye Professor."
“Good bye! Oh, by the way, would you care for a lemon drop?”
They left without answering. They decided to go home for the night, and have a meeting the next day.
Ron Boarley’s house was made of straw. He quite liked it. He had just finished eating dinner when there came a knock on the door. As he opened the door, he found himself face to face with Lord Voldewolf.
“Hoggy’s not here!” blurted out the frightened Boarley.
“I don’t believe you,” said Voldewolf. “Hand him to me now and I will spare your life! Refuse and you will die!”
“But he’s not here!” wailed Boarley.
Then Voldewolf huffed and puffed and yelled Avada Kedavra and blew the house up.
Herswiney Granger’s house was made of sticks. She quite liked it. She had just finished doing a little bedtime homework when there came a knock on the door. Being smarter than Boarley, Herswiney tip toed up to her door and peeked out through her peep hole. She squeaked when she saw Lord Voldewolf standing there. Unfortunately, he heard her.
“Let me in!” He shouted.
“N-no! You’re not coming in!”
“LET ME IN!” He roared even louder. Herswiney quivered in fear.
“You’re so mean!”
“If you don’t let me in, I will kill you and blow up your house!”
“But Hoggy’s not here!” Herswiney cried. She couldn’t let her house burn down! She had so many books in it!
Then Lord Voldewolf, becoming impatient, huffed and puffed and yelled Avada Kedavra and blew the house up.
Hoggy Potter’s house was made of brick. He didn’t really like it. He was sleeping peacefully when there came a knock at the door. He didn’t hear it, though, because he was having a nice dream. In the dream he was dancing with Swinny, Ron Boarley’s younger sister. Her gorgeous, reddish coat was glinting in the sunlight, and her giggling snort was music to Hoggy’s ears.
Then Lord Voldewolf huffed and puffed and invaded Hoggy’s mind. The mushy gushy scene was far too much for him to handle. Hoggy loved Swinny so much that Lord Voldewolf was reduced to running around, screaming his hatred. Voldewolf made so much noise that Hoggy woke up. He stepped outside, staring at his enemy. After a moment, Voldewolf noticed Hoggy and yelled Avada Kedavra and blew the house up.
When the dust cleared, Lord Voldewolf was lying dead on the ground. Hoggy Potter, the pig who lived, had gone back to bed.