Arithmancy_Girl
Pince's Pal
Floo Ferret
FACT OR FICTIONHarry Potter walked towards the entrance of the Great Hall, eagerly anticipating a hearty breakfast. He had been forced to miss dinner the evening before, due to the need to finish his Transfiguration essay. If only I would have listened to Hermione and not waited until the last minute, Harry thought to himself, hunger cramps twisting his stomach.
As he got closer to the Great Hall, he could hear the students murmuring loudly. Harry quickened his step, wondering what may have caused such excitement so early in the morning. He sat in his regular seat next to Ronald Weasley at the Gryffindor table. Everywhere Harry looked, he saw students either reading editions of The Quibbler or chatting animatedly. Ron was staring so intently at the front page of the newspaper, he had not even noticed that Harry had arrived.
“Ron, what’s all of the fuss about this morning?” Harry asked. “What’s that you’re reading?”
“Oy, Harry! I didn’t see you there,” Ron said looking up from the newspaper. “It’s The Quibbler. Take a look, Fred and George made the front page.”
Ron handed him the newspaper, which was still the most popular publication since Dolores Umbridge had banned it last year. Harry’s mouth fell open in shock as he read the headline:
WEASLEY TWINS INVENT CANDY THAT INCREASES MAGICAL POWERSTwin Brothers Fred and George Weasley, co-owners of Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes, have been inventing magically, sweet treats, among other things, for years. Recently the young Weasley brothers created a new confection which they call “Spell-Booster Bars”. The small, bar-shaped treats are said to “boost” magical powers, enabling the witch or wizard who eats them to cast more powerful, longer-lasting spells.
“These bars are fantastic. May have saved my life the other night in The Hogshead,” said Mundungus Fletcher, frequent patron of Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes. “Some bloke tried to hex me, but thanks to the Spell-Booster Bar, which I had just eaten, he was no match for me.”
According to co-inventor, George Weasley, the exciting new bars are only available at Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes, located at number Ninety Three Diagon Alley. When asked if he thought the bars would be of any use to Muggles or Squibs, George had this to say, “It’s…uh…unlikely”
Story continued on page 2...Harry was about to turn the page and continue reading when Neville Longbottom arrived holding his own edition of The Quibbler.
“Ron, Harry, did you see this?” Neville asked with excitement. “I’m going to place an order right away. A boost of power! Why, it’s just what I need.”
Neville ran off, clutching his copy of The Quibbler.
“Neville, wait!” Ron yelled, trying to call Neville back.
“Too late,” Harry said. “He’s gone. I haven’t seen Neville so excited in a long time.”
“Well, he’s going to be back to his old self soon enough,” Ron said regretfully.
“What do you mean?” Harry asked.
“The only thing those bars boost is confidence, not magical powers,” Ron answered. “Fred and George told me they were trying to invent study aids for lazy students, when they accidentally created confidence boosters. Guess they figured the bars would be easier to market if they told people they boosted powers instead.”
“I don't understand. Why would Mundungus say all that stuff about how the bars saved his life?” Harry asked.
“You know Mundungus,” Ron answered. “Fred and George probably had something on him or maybe they’re giving him a piece of the profit.”
“We better go find Neville, before he wastes his money,” Harry replied.
“I don’t know, Harry,” Ron said. “If anyone needs a boost of confidence, it’s Neville.”
“You may be right,” Harry said. “ But, the least we can do, is tell him what we know and let him decide whether or not he still wants them.”
Harry and Ron left the Great Hall in search of their friend. They had almost reached the Owlery when Harry realized he had still not eaten breakfast. As his stomach made a grumbling noise, he vowed to take Hermione’s warnings regarding the dangers of procrastinating much more seriously in the future.
THE END
I picked it up for some light reading