On Thursday the 21st, I was walking around, and I stumbled into someone. It was
Harry Potter!
"Oh, H...h...hi" I stuttered
"You sound like the dead Proffessor Quirrel!" Harry said
"Who?"
"Quirrel, DADA teacher 3 years ago who was working for Vol...He who must not be
named"
"It's ok, you can say 'Voldemort' in front of me: Fear of a name, only increases the
fear
itself"
"You sound just like Hermione!"
"Er...ok?!"
"Gotta go, late for class!"
"Bye" I waved to Harry as he sped into and opening door
"Ha ha ha ha ha!" I laughed
"Bye!" He shouted back after he got back up.
He ran down the corridor, and dissapeared round the corner.