DO not read this unless you have read Part 1 and Harry Potter

(Now you have a reading list. Hehehe)

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“JJOOHHNNNN!” The woman yells.  

A man comes marching down the stairs.  

“What now, dear?”  He says groggily “Oh, Oh my” 

As he sees Henry his eyes narrow,  “What is it doing in our house! Get it out!”

“We can’t do that, we aren’t that evil” The woman says “Plus, he came with newspapers,” She said as she read the paper “Oh, just boring covid stuff”

“I told you, he’s a curse to this house” John said.

“Feel bad for him don’tcha,” A abnormally large man with a long ginger beard and a bald head

“It had to be done” Albert said

“We Coulda brough’m he-” The large man said

“Shhhhhhh,  It had to be done” Albert said

“But it didn-” The large man said.

“SHHHH” Albert said

“But Albert, why couldn’t he have lived here?” The large man asked

“Because, Yonaton…  actually, I’m not gonna tell you.  Toodles, ” Albert said as he waved his wand and disappeared into a hole in the ground that seemed to magically appear and disappear just as quickly as it came. 

“I don’t get paid enough for this,” Yonaton sighed as he walked back into his burrow

10 Years later

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP.  Henry attempts to cover his ears with his bricks that he drew a picture of a pillow on to match the boulder that he slept on in his aunt and uncle’s basement.  

“Wake up Henry!” Duddlius the IV said in a sing-song voice “It’s my annual, yearly birthday!  We are going to go to a cemetery to celebrate!”  

Henry got up and changed out of his pajamas, made out of bricks into his regular clothes 

“Why do I even wear these?” Henry mumbled to himself.  

The Dirtly family and Henry drove to the local cemetery for Duddlius’s birthday.  Once they arrived,  they hopped out of the car to do whatever people do when they  are celebrating at a cemetery.  When Duddlius was examining one particular grave, an ant crawled out of the cemetery.

Duddlius looked at Henry who was mumbling to himself.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAghhhhhhhh, witchcraft, demon aaaagh!”

“What’s wrong my sweet poochkinshmiretonnigan?” Aunt Dirtly said.

“H- h- hen- henry h- he s- s- summoned an a- a- ant” Duddlius said, horrified.

“The only possible solution to this is to go to a deserted Island!” Uncle Dirtly said.

After immediately leaving the cemetery, Duddlius was enraged.

“YOU RUINED MY PARTY!!! I HATE YOU” 

“Ditto,” Henry calmly responded. 

“Henry, you are a measly excuse of a human being compared to my all knowing poochkinshmiretonnigan named Duddlius.  Also we’re here”

“How?” Henry said.  Just then.      CRASH!

A van gently T-Bones the Dirtly’s car and Yonaton climbs out.  

“Henry, my boy you are a Magician,” Yonaton said.

“W- who, are you?” Henry asked, shocked the bald man’s broad size

“I’m Yonaton! I stole you from your parents then gave you back when you were a baby!” Yonaton said

“Why?” Henry asked, confused

“Be-. Actually, I could tell you but Albert wants to build suspense for later, that way, it would make a better story! Also, he likes it when you are confused” (Thank you Albert)

“Oh, ok.  Wait a minute, you said I was a wizard?” Henry said skeptically

“Yeah, and? I thought you already knew.  How do you think that ant got in that dirt over there”  Yonaton replied

“IT’S AN ANT!  There always in the dirt”

“Huh, you’re right, maybe that wasn’t magic.” Yonaton pauses, deep in thought “Oh well, nothing we can do about it now.  Get in my AWESOME MEGA COOL TRANSFORMING 70 HORSEPOWER ULTRA TRANSFORMER VAN/BIKE ®all rights reserved for @Awesome mega cool van/bike!”

“OK, but where are we going?”

“To hoggwarts of course, the best school for witches and wizards AND we even have evil death traps and evil supervillians!”

“UUh, are you sure I should go there?” Henry asked

“Well, would you rather stay with the Dirtly’s?” Yonaton asked, already knowing the answer.

“Alright” Henry said as he got onto the side car of Yonatons Van/Bike

Yonaton said nothing as he hopped onto the motorcycle and started to drive away.  25 minutes later they were in a deserted part of town, Yonaton looked for people over his shoulder

“Hold on tight Henry” Yonaton yelled over the loud roar of the motors.

“Why?” Henry asked

The motorcycle started speeding up to unnatural speeds 

About the Authors

Patrick Vitale and Oliver Lieberman are extremely well known authors with so many famous books that they can’t even be named here.  But a few are;

A is for Aisle (On the Pelham Post)

Henry Potterson and the Wizards Rock