This season we focus on the first half of Book Seven: "The Deathly Hallows".
As in last year each house will have its own blog page. Headmaster Pantera has made contact with a group of wizards and witches who still believe Voldemort is in power. Our goal will be to convince them it is not so and urge them to abandon their life in hiding.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Review of the cinematic version of "The Halfblood Prince"
Knowing that these versions of books always leave out many details that we readers love in our favorite books, I was still rather happy to have seen this offering. I enjoyed it more than the previous one. It seemed to retain more of the "magical" elements that make the Potter series entertaining.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Hello humans enjoy "The Deathbed Rebel"........
Thank you all for your marvelous stories. Mortals have such a canny knack for entertaining us. Here is the correct version of Beedle's hidden work. The House of Black had the right idea:
A charlatan owned an inn with his granddaughter, who was a very powerful witch. By presenting himself as a kindly old man he became quite rich off of others. Even though of questionable morals, he was a friend to all. Many a peasant enjoyed the hospitality and service at his inn by way of his granddaughter who really ran the place. Her magic was responsible for doing the household chores.
He employed two lackeys. They were as greedy as they were lazy. Even though they were paid ten times what the going rate was, they still plotted to get the charlatan's wealth.
A traveler with a murderous disposition heard of the wealthy innkeeper. He decided to see if he could swindle the swindler out of some of his money. He ran into a wheat field and used the soil there the make himself appear as a peasant and look as poor as possible.
When he arrived at the inn he was made to feel most welcome. The drifter made sure to befriend the two lackeys. Once everyone retired for the evening, he stayed up and contacted the two servants to enlist their aid with his plot.
He offered to share any stolen monies with them if they assisted him in his evil plan. The plan was quite simple. When the lackeys prepared their master's meal the next day, they were to slip in some poisonous toad stool. As the old charlatan loved mushroom soup, this would be quite easy. The granddaughter would then be to busy trying to cure her dying grandfather to notice them embezzling the funds from the inn right under her nose.
The plan went almost perfectly. The granddaughter was a bit curious that both servants took pains to make sure the soup for their master was cooked just right. That night for supper, the innkeeper ate his meal not suspecting what had been added. Almost at once he became deathly ill. The poison was designed to be slow so as to enable the miscreants to steal as much money as they could.
All through the night the old charlatan moaned and suffered. His granddaughter was besides herself. He told her not to worry. He had always been a rebel and would not stop so just because he was on his deathbed. He then asked her to go to the nearby mountain top and bring back some snow to ease his burning stomach. She was not sure what to do. Should she stay and tend to her grandfather or go get the snow he requested. In the end she opted for the mountain. In her haste to get the snow she left her wand.
It took a full day to reach the nearest snow capped peak. It was only then that she realized that she had forgotten her wand. Desperately she scooped up snow and raced down the mountain. With no wand to use she was unable to magically keep the snow from melting. By the time she reached the inn, all she had was some very cold clear water.
To make matters worse, when she returned the evil drifter and the lackeys were just making off with the last of the inn's money. They laughed and mocked the granddaughter for her futile efforts and confessed to what they had done. The murderous vagabond even broke her wand in front of her as he left.
Heartbroken and with nothing left to do she took the ice water to her grandfather who drank it down greedily. She apologized for the fact that it was not snow and told him of what his servants had done. He told her not to fret about it then closed his eyes in sleep. Exhausted by her efforts, the granddaughter too, fell into a deep sleep.
She awoke the next morning to find her grandfather on the mend. Over the next week he got better and better. Once he was himself he set about the tasks of the inn with his granddaughter's help.
She asked him why he did not pursue the evil servants and the drifter to exact justice. His reply was that he felt that money to be cursed. Besides they were unable to steal his greatest wealth and that was the love his granddaughter had for him. Love like that is a powerful protective charm that can not be bought no matter how wealthy a man is.
But the granddaughter was not completely at ease. She still worried about the money they had lost. He reassured her that they would do more business than ever now that they could sell healing spring water from the top of the mountains.
She reminded him that he had said it was her love that provided the cure.
He told her that that was correct, but that the folks buying his water did not need to know that. It seems that love cured his sickness, but not his tendency to stretch the truth.
A charlatan owned an inn with his granddaughter, who was a very powerful witch. By presenting himself as a kindly old man he became quite rich off of others. Even though of questionable morals, he was a friend to all. Many a peasant enjoyed the hospitality and service at his inn by way of his granddaughter who really ran the place. Her magic was responsible for doing the household chores.
He employed two lackeys. They were as greedy as they were lazy. Even though they were paid ten times what the going rate was, they still plotted to get the charlatan's wealth.
A traveler with a murderous disposition heard of the wealthy innkeeper. He decided to see if he could swindle the swindler out of some of his money. He ran into a wheat field and used the soil there the make himself appear as a peasant and look as poor as possible.
When he arrived at the inn he was made to feel most welcome. The drifter made sure to befriend the two lackeys. Once everyone retired for the evening, he stayed up and contacted the two servants to enlist their aid with his plot.
He offered to share any stolen monies with them if they assisted him in his evil plan. The plan was quite simple. When the lackeys prepared their master's meal the next day, they were to slip in some poisonous toad stool. As the old charlatan loved mushroom soup, this would be quite easy. The granddaughter would then be to busy trying to cure her dying grandfather to notice them embezzling the funds from the inn right under her nose.
The plan went almost perfectly. The granddaughter was a bit curious that both servants took pains to make sure the soup for their master was cooked just right. That night for supper, the innkeeper ate his meal not suspecting what had been added. Almost at once he became deathly ill. The poison was designed to be slow so as to enable the miscreants to steal as much money as they could.
All through the night the old charlatan moaned and suffered. His granddaughter was besides herself. He told her not to worry. He had always been a rebel and would not stop so just because he was on his deathbed. He then asked her to go to the nearby mountain top and bring back some snow to ease his burning stomach. She was not sure what to do. Should she stay and tend to her grandfather or go get the snow he requested. In the end she opted for the mountain. In her haste to get the snow she left her wand.
It took a full day to reach the nearest snow capped peak. It was only then that she realized that she had forgotten her wand. Desperately she scooped up snow and raced down the mountain. With no wand to use she was unable to magically keep the snow from melting. By the time she reached the inn, all she had was some very cold clear water.
To make matters worse, when she returned the evil drifter and the lackeys were just making off with the last of the inn's money. They laughed and mocked the granddaughter for her futile efforts and confessed to what they had done. The murderous vagabond even broke her wand in front of her as he left.
Heartbroken and with nothing left to do she took the ice water to her grandfather who drank it down greedily. She apologized for the fact that it was not snow and told him of what his servants had done. He told her not to fret about it then closed his eyes in sleep. Exhausted by her efforts, the granddaughter too, fell into a deep sleep.
She awoke the next morning to find her grandfather on the mend. Over the next week he got better and better. Once he was himself he set about the tasks of the inn with his granddaughter's help.
She asked him why he did not pursue the evil servants and the drifter to exact justice. His reply was that he felt that money to be cursed. Besides they were unable to steal his greatest wealth and that was the love his granddaughter had for him. Love like that is a powerful protective charm that can not be bought no matter how wealthy a man is.
But the granddaughter was not completely at ease. She still worried about the money they had lost. He reassured her that they would do more business than ever now that they could sell healing spring water from the top of the mountains.
She reminded him that he had said it was her love that provided the cure.
He told her that that was correct, but that the folks buying his water did not need to know that. It seems that love cured his sickness, but not his tendency to stretch the truth.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
The Warlock's Hairy Heart
Long ago there lived a very clumsy wizard. As he walked along a path he discovered a grotesque, hairy heart. The wizard decided that he shouldn't touch it. He walked around it and kept going on his way. He felt a sharp pain in the back of his leg and he looked behind him. He saw that the hairy heart was following him. The wizard began to run, but he tripped on a banana peel and fell on his face. The heart started bouncing and biting on the wizard. He got up and ran all the way home. As he opened his front door he found the hairy heart in his own house! The hairy heart started knocking things over and beating the wizard's dogs up. When he tried to stop it it kept on biting him. The clumsy wizard grabbed his wand and tried an electrocuting spell on the heart. He missed. He tried several more times, but he set his own house on fire. The hairy heart caught on fire too. So the wizard extinguished the fire with a spell, "Aguamenta!" This time it worked. The fire took the rowdiness away from the hairy heart and he lived peacefully with the clumsy wizard for the rest of his life.
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