After the terrible death of Harry Potter and all the young wizards on Halloween and the subsequent
closure of Hogwarts and its brief commercial success as a theme park it
vanished from the minds of men and quietly became a ruin. No one ventured to it as there was talk of
terrible beasts and monsters that roamed it's corridors their footsteps echoing
through the building. It was a bad time
to be a wizard and those few who survived those terrible events of Halloween
were forced into the everyday world of muggles, something they hated, but as the
old saying goes . . . . . needs must. . . . . (I know old sayings are silly we
just don't know what the needs must do, but it’s a saying).
One such wizard was a
Professor Brian Dumblecox who had managed to make a successful career in the sciences
of us muggles and became a bit of a celebrity turning everyday objects into stuff
that just confused folk using what he called Quantum Mechanics. We all know he really meant Wizards Magic we
are not stupid are we?.
One day Professor Brian Dumblecox’s
young son called Higgs was rummaging about in a strange old bookshop only accessible
by walking between the walls of M&S and W H Smiths when he came across a
book called, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. Having bought the book with his pocket money
five pence Young Higgs returned home where his father Professor Brian Dumblecox
looked and nodded in a knowing way and pointed to the map of the universe on
the wall and said
Its
time Master Higgs, you have discovered the bookshop.
Yes
dad I DON'T know how I got there I was going to W H Smiths.
We
live in a multi-dimensional world Master Higgs and you have entered the world
of Wizards.
But
you said it was Quantum Mechanics dad I watched you on the television.
No
son that is just a cunning trick to confuse muggles, we are talking about the
world of wizards and you now have to go and fulfil your destiny.
But
I’M too young to go on X factor.
NOOOO
Not X Factor
And
I have only had three dancing lessons, I don’t think I’m good enough for
Strictly yet.
O
for Gods sake Master Higgs you have to go and restore the Great Harry Potter to
Life, Back at Hogwarts where he will become Headmaster and make more films.
WOW
like Frankenstein’s Monster with lighting and a bolt through his Neck.
Look
son I'm getting angry if you don’t behave I’ll play one of my Albums.
Sorry
Dad
Now
here is a large Jug with a mummified cat in and a jar of ash from the Wizards Ring
of Fire where Harry and the other wizards died you must go now and enter the
ruins of Hogwarts where you will discover what you need to do.
With that Young Higgs set
off on his intrepid journey with his new book and a ticket for the train, a
large jug with a mummified cat and a jar of ash.
He took one last look at
the house as he set off down the street his dad shouting after him. . . AND
beware the Wicker Man. . . .
Young Higgs gave him the thumbs up and thought to himself. . . Don’t stare
at the vicars van. . . How odd.
Higgs' middle name wouldn't happen to be Boson would it?
ReplyDeleteThe conversation between Higgs and his father, did make me chuckle a fair bit...but then I've often been told that I'm not quite right in the head.
This story has a long way to go yet and poor old Harry may find all is not what he expects when he returns to live again in the corridors of Hogwarts.
DeleteSo, the son of Higg's Boson would be called Higg's Bograndson? Partickle Physics for Dummies is a much needed book. I wiLL see if it is available ... There is a Quantum Physics for Dummies book and an Einstein for Dummies.
DeleteI rather like Higg's Bograndson it sounds like one of those Scandinavian Detective TV shows I may be forced to use this name at some point in my blog . . . . .
DeleteI am slightly heading off on a tangent at present with my blog, it has become rather quiet (I blame Harry). So being a stubborn chap I am writing a three or four part Harry Potter tale where he will be brought back to life. It may not be well written or popular but it is a case of drawing a line in the sand and saying I do not write my blog so that folk like it, I write it for the money . . . . . . . . . . . . . DAMN no not really although I sure that Nice Mr Steven Spielberg might be persuaded to part with £34.67p and a packet of Custard Creams. . . . OK £27.22p and a Hob Nob. . . .
It is good to see you following your dream. Or maybe its dreams, or schemes. There should be a Hairy Potter tale of a cannabis grower who only wanted to grow hefty twine but instead received a heavy fine. It seems he accidentaLLy sent his application for his farm to the DEA instead of the FFA because he had ADHD and dyslexia. He had originally wanted a magical wand, but instead settled for a cheap lawyer named Wanda. Well, my nap time is over and I must return to work. At least I get a few hours off my feet and have several design projects I must tackle.
DeleteGood luck Mr ESB . . . . Try to pace the work it is not good to work to hard
DeleteHello! I am reading this story in big go! That's why I have not commented so far. But now I am commenting and have this to say......
ReplyDeleteLoving it! his is far better than the rubbish I'm about to post........ :O)
Off to read part two now.
Many thanks Mr H for your words of encouragement. I am now trying to catch up on the rest if life.
DeleteHello! I just discovered this story...enjoying it so much...cant wait to finish them all :)
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading it has proved time consuming to complete the story so I hope you enjoy it. . .
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