Chapitre 15: Chapter 15: Lord Gigglepants Part 2
As the sound of the hopping teacup and Lord Gigglepants' squeaky threats faded into the distance, the trio collapsed into the nearest chairs, still catching their breath from the absurdity of what had just happened. The common room was a complete mess: floating pies were stuck to the ceiling, soap bubbles floated lazily around, and Jonah's chicken hat was still perched atop his head like some ridiculous crown.
Henry (gasping between laughs):
"I can't believe we just turned the Dark Lord into a cup."
Katherine (quacking softly, shaking her head):
"Only, quack, at Wibberflop could, quack, something this ridiculous happen."
Just as the trio began to settle down, the door to the common room creaked open once more, and in waddled Professor Fluffnutter, looking as chipper and clueless as ever. He beamed at the chaotic scene before him, clearly oblivious to the fact that a dark lord had just been defeated in the form of a teacup.
Professor Fluffnutter (clapping his hands together):
"Oh, my! What a lively little scene we have here! And pies! Ah, nothing brightens a room like enchanted pies."
The trio exchanged glances, biting back their laughter as Fluffnutter walked further into the room, eyeing the floating pies with genuine admiration.
Professor Fluffnutter (cheerfully):
"I see you've all been practicing your charms! Splendid work, truly splendid! But remember, floating pies should always be paired with a nice cup of tea, oh, speaking of which, where's the teapot?"
At that, Jonah's grin widened, and he couldn't resist the urge to reply.
Jonah (pointing to the doorway):
"Actually, Professor, the teapot just hopped out of here. You might catch it if you hurry."
Fluffnutter blinked in confusion for a moment, as if trying to make sense of Jonah's words, but then he simply smiled and nodded, as though it were the most normal thing in the world.
Professor Fluffnutter (nodding enthusiastically):
"Oh, of course! Enchanted teapots can be quite mischievous, can't they? I'll be sure to keep an eye out for it. Now, about these pies, excellent work, truly! And... oh my, is that a chicken hat I see?"
Jonah puffed out his chest, still wearing the oversized chicken hat that Gigglepants had summoned, and gave an exaggerated salute.
Jonah (grinning):
"Yes, sir! The latest in wizard fashion, wouldn't you agree?"
Professor Fluffnutter (beaming):
"Ah, yes! It's always wonderful to see students expressing themselves through unique magical attire. You, young man, are truly ahead of the curve!"
Henry and Katherine were trying desperately to stifle their laughter, but Fluffnutter seemed completely oblivious to the absurdity of the situation. He walked around the room, admiring the floating pies, soap bubbles, and various messes left behind from the battle, as though it were all part of some perfectly normal day at Wibberflop.
Professor Fluffnutter (patting Henry on the shoulder):
"And you, Henry! Well done with the transfiguration! Turning an object into a cup is no easy feat, you know. You've got quite the knack for it!"
Henry gave a weak smile, unsure whether to laugh or feel proud of the fact that he had turned the dark lord into a teacup.
Henry (grinning awkwardly):
"Uh, thanks, Professor. I guess it was... spur of the moment."
Professor Fluffnutter (nodding seriously):
"Exactly the kind of creativity we like to see here at Wibberflop! Sometimes the best magic comes from spontaneity, wouldn't you agree? Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go find my enchanted spatula. It's been running off again. Keep up the good work, students!"
With a final wave, Fluffnutter cheerfully waddled out of the room, leaving the trio alone amidst the chaos once more.
As soon as the door closed behind him, Henry, Jonah, and Katherine burst into laughter all over again.
Henry (gasping for breath):
"Did that just happen? Did he really think this was all normal?"
Jonah (laughing uncontrollably):
"Of course he did! He's Fluffnutter! The guy thinks floating pies and chicken hats are standard practice!"
Katherine (quacking and laughing):
"Only at, quack, Wibberflop could we defeat a dark lord, quack, and then get praised for our fashion choices."
As they calmed down from their laughing fit, the trio's attention was suddenly drawn to a faint squeaking sound coming from the hallway. They exchanged glances, realizing what, or rather who, it was.
The sound of a tiny cup hopping down the hallway echoed faintly, accompanied by the familiar high-pitched squeaks of Lord Gigglepants.
Lord Gigglepants (faintly squeaking from the hallway):
"You haven't seen the last of me! I'll be back! You'll all pay for this! Lord Gigglepants will rise again!"
Henry, Jonah, and Katherine rushed to the doorway, peering down the corridor just in time to see the small teacup hopping furiously toward the distant end of the hallway, still squeaking out indignant threats as it made its escape.
Jonah (grinning):
"Do you think he's gonna hop all the way back to his evil lair?"
Henry (laughing):
"I hope so! At this rate, it'll take him weeks!"
Katherine (quacking through her giggles):
"Maybe we should leave him a, quack, saucer to help him along."
They watched as the teacup disappeared around the corner, its squeaks growing fainter and fainter, until finally, there was nothing but silence.
As the last squeaks of Lord Gigglepants faded into the distance, the trio stood in the doorway for a moment, still grinning at the sheer absurdity of the situation. The image of the dark lord hopping away in the form of a delicate teacup was something they would never forget.
Henry (laughing as he closed the door):
"Well, I think it's safe to say that's the strangest thing that's ever happened to us."
Jonah (grinning):
"And that's saying something, considering all the other madness we've been through."
Katherine (quacking as she nodded):
"I still can't, quack, believe he actually, quack, escaped as a cup."
They made their way back to the center of the common room, still shaking their heads in disbelief. The enchanted pies were still floating lazily around the ceiling, and Jonah's ridiculous chicken hat was now resting on the arm of a chair, as if waiting for its next victim.
Jonah (grinning as he picked up the chicken hat):
"I think I'll keep this as a souvenir. You never know when you might need a magical chicken hat."
Henry (smirking):
"You should wear it to class tomorrow. I'm sure Professor Snipp would love it."
Katherine (quacking with amusement):
"Or maybe, quack, Gigglepants will come back, quack, just to take it from you."
As they laughed, they suddenly noticed a faint glow coming from the table where they had left the Sorcerer's Sock. The sock, still pulsing with magical energy, seemed to be reacting to something in the room. Its faint hum grew louder, and the runes embroidered on its fabric shimmered with a strange light.
Henry (frowning as he leaned over the sock):
"What's it doing now?"
Before anyone could answer, the sock suddenly levitated into the air, spinning slowly above the table. The trio watched in astonishment as the sock glowed brighter, its energy building to a crescendo.
And then, with no warning at all... the sock exploded.
Narrator (sarcastically):
"Ah, yes. The infamous Sorcerer's Sock, an artifact of unimaginable power, whose true purpose was to, apparently, explode at the most inconvenient moment possible."
The explosion wasn't destructive in the traditional sense, there was no fire, no rubble, but what happened next was far stranger. From the burst of magical energy, dozens of identical socks appeared, floating in midair. Each one hummed with the same magical glow as the original.
Jonah (wide-eyed):
"Uh... guys? Is it just me, or are there now... a lot of socks?"
Katherine (quacking as she stared at the floating socks):
"Too many socks, quack, way too many socks."
The socks began to swirl around the room in a chaotic dance, bumping into furniture, knocking over books, and generally causing mayhem. One sock even wrapped itself around Jonah's head, covering his eyes.
Jonah (muffled through the sock):
"I can't see! The sock is attacking me!"
Henry (laughing as he tried to dodge the rogue socks):
"This is ridiculous! It's like the socks are alive!"
The enchanted socks showed no signs of stopping their rampage, and the trio was soon caught in the middle of a full-on sock storm. Henry was hit in the face by a particularly aggressive sock, while Katherine's beak quacked louder than ever as she tried to fend off the floating fabric.
Katherine (quacking in frustration):
"Why, quack, did we have to find the one, quack, magical sock that explodes into more socks?"
Narrator (mockingly):
"Ah, the wonders of magical artifacts. Truly, there is no limit to the chaos that can be unleashed by a humble piece of enchanted hosiery."
Just when it seemed like the chaos couldn't get any worse, the door to the common room burst open again, and in walked Sir Humphrey the Flatulent, the ghostly troublemaker whose timely interruptions were becoming a regular occurrence.
Sir Humphrey (grinning as he floated into the room):
"Ah! I see you're having a bit of trouble with... socks? How delightful!"
Before anyone could respond, Sir Humphrey let out a long, dramatic fart, causing the floating socks to scatter even more wildly around the room.
Jonah (laughing as he ducked another sock):
"Great, now we've got farting ghosts and flying socks!"
Sir Humphrey floated lazily through the room, clearly enjoying the chaos he had caused. As the socks continued their rampage, Henry, Jonah, and Katherine could only laugh at the absurdity of it all.
Sir Humphrey (snickering):
"You lot really know how to keep things interesting. I'll be sure to spread the word that Wibberflop's finest students were defeated by... socks!"
With a final, mischievous ppppprrrrrtttt, Sir Humphrey floated out of the room, leaving the trio to fend off the last of the enchanted socks.
Henry (grinning as he dodged a sock):
"I don't think this day could get any crazier."
Just as the last sock floated harmlessly to the floor, the trio collapsed onto the couches, completely exhausted but still laughing at the absurdity of the evening.
Jonah (grinning as he looked around the room):
"Well, I think we can call that a win. We turned the dark lord into a cup and survived a sock attack. Not bad for one day."
Katherine (quacking softly, but smiling):
"We really do, quack, have the strangest lives."
Henry (grinning):
"And I wouldn't have it any other way."
The trio shared one last laugh, knowing full well that the next ridiculous adventure at Wibberflop was probably just around the corner.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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