Harry Potter and the Order Of the Phoenix [135]
“Fotia Porta!” yelled Tci, not loosing his cool. A large, spinning disc shot out of his wand, and flames grew around the edges of it. There was a red swirling in the center, it looked stunningly like a portal, and indeed it was. The balls that were flying towards him and Cho instead hit the fiery portal, and were sucked inside, transporting them somewhere else. It wasn’t long before all the balls were gone, and the portal collapsed on itself with a loud crack.
Hermione and Ron were so distracted by Tci and the portal, that they didn’t notice Cho sneaking up behind them.
“Sovrako Pano!” she yelled, surprising them. Immediately, Hermione and Ron bent over, as if pushed over by some invisible force, and the most humiliating moment of their lives began. Their underpants came flying up, held by another invisible force, giving them an extreme pain in their backside. Their underwear kept getting pulled higher and higher, but they still remained on the floor, bent over. Ron and Hermione’s faces were a dark red, and they both had tears in their eyes from the embarrassment and the pain. Soon, it became too much. They both dropped their wands.
There was a loud ripping noise, and the invisible force let go, but not before Cho picked up their wands, holding them high in the air. Hermione didn’t stick around, she left the Great Hall, crying the entire way out. Ron, however, stayed, but jumped back to his spot in the circle. Everyone was still laughing when Fred was awakened by Professor Flitwick.
“That girlfriend of yours, Harry,” said Ron, rubbing his backside, “she’s bad news. That Wedgie Spell is lethal!”
“Oh Ron,” said Harry, “come on. It was just a little spell.”
“Yeah, but there were a million other spells she could’ve used. Why did it have to be the one that would embarrass us the most?’ Harry shrugged.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I’ll talk to her afterwards…. I just hope she doesn’t use it on me!” Ron glared at him.
“Who’s ready for the next round?” said Professor Flitwick, highly excited. Everyone cheered, this could be their last round if four people were in it… all that were left were Harry, Tci, Cho, and Malfoy.
Professor Flitwick tapped the boxes for possibly the last time, and everyone looked as the number appeared; it was another 1-3.
Harry swallowed hard, what if he was the one against the other three? What if he had to fight against Cho?
Professor Flitwick tapped the other box nervously, as if he almost didn’t want to see who was going to be slaughtered. Then, four names appeared on the box, and he read them off.
“The teams are… Mr. Tci, Mr. Malfoy and Miss. Chang against Mr. Potter.”
Harry was shocked beyond belief. He had to go against three very good people, one of which he had a relationship with. What was he going to do?
“You’re going to do your best,” said Ron, as if he head heard what Harry had thought. He was still rubbing his behind when he pushed Harry into the ring.
Harry, however, didn’t need the push. He walked with his head held high into the circle, feeling an odd and sudden burst of courage. He faced his three opponents, Tci in his usual pose, Malfoy looking as if Christmas had come early, and Cho looking almost terrified. Harry brandished his wand, ready for a surprise and great opening attack.
“Ein… zwei… drei… go!” squealed Professor Flitwick. Even though he felt sorry for Harry, he was still excited to witness another good match.
“Thalasa Maximus!” yelled Harry. Not a small fountain, but an enormous waterfall of liquid exploded forth from his wand, flowing all over the room, flooding it to several feet high within seconds. The only piece of land left was the small, artificial floor under Harry that the spell had produced, and a larger rectangular base that Professor Flitwick had quickly conjured