A smelly hut, an oversized kickboxer and kebab English

Then what was ... oh yes

They went into the hut. The inside stank of dog shit and rotting fish, but they got used to that after a while.
When evening came everyone went to sleep. Vern and Pitunella slept in the rotten double bed, Dummley on a corroded sofa and Garry slept on the floor.
Just imagine how he must have back pain the next morning.

Never mind, continue with the story ...

Garry lay awake for hours. At midnight he noticed that he had just turned 11. Nobody paid any attention to it, but to be honest, the Röööhrsleis never did that anyway.

Suddenly you heard a loud "huuuuyaaaaa" outside the hut and then the door flew off its hinges. A huge man was standing outside. He looked like a kickboxer because he wore trousers that kickboxers wear and a T-shirt that said KICKBOXER.Everyone woke up except Garry, who was awake anyway. The Röööhrsleis stood anxiously in a corner and Garry crouched behind the sofa and everyone watched as the giant tried to enter the hut with a patchflack. However, he let it go when he tore down almost the entire wall of the hut. ALso he entered the hut like any other person only he made a quiet "haaaalöööööuuuuaaa"

The kickboxer looked around the hut.
The Röhrsleys were still rooted to the spot in a corner. But there were only two of the three, because Vern was gone.
He had done the fly in no time.
Garry said nothing, the kickboxer had missed him and was walking towards Pitunella and Dummley.
As it turned out, the kickboxer spoke kebab English
(Harry Potter = English / Garry Schrotter = English xD)
The huge kickboxer looked down at Dummley and said

"Hey you, I bet you are fat, crazy de Garry, aren't you? Yes, you goggles de stupid, huh?Yeahhh and that stupid grimace next to you certainly didn't scream the crass letter from de Dummblebummble (is pronounced how it is written), you know how I am mine? and that's why I come to give you the crass letter you check what I say do not you? Ey Garry open your mouth when I talk to you? "

Then there was silence ... until there was a clone. The kickboxer turned to the door and saw Vern with a bazooka.
Vern had climbed up a flight of stairs and over the roof and ran to the car, which he always had a bazooka in, because his company made this kind of equipment.

"Leave my boy alone, this ain't Garry, this is Dummley! Now get out of here or I'll shoot !!!"

But the kickboxer just looked at Vern with a stupid expression on his face

"Ey do you speak, do how I do it or do you want to be in your mouth? I can understand you nisch."

Vern smiled at him and thought and then after several minutes said thought"Ey that niche Garry does its dummley and if you go niche right away you have a hole in the belly you have because I do shoot."

Garry looked at the two of them with wide eyes and laughed at the sight of Vern who was clearly trying to speak like the strange kickboxer.
But when the giant didn't go, Vern really shot and a giant bazooka ball flew towards the stranger.
He looked stupid at first but then turned and kicked the ball away.
Garry wondered how he had done it, it was almost as if the ball had been deflected with magic, otherwise it would have exploded after all ...

well in any case, the bullet flew just over Vern's head and hit the Röööhrsleis car, which immediately exploded.

"So you Maddles can gulp what you are doing from you stupid, because you are junk mill in Eima wat?" said the stranger and Vern was frozen and trembling close to tears.
Garry was still laughing, but now the stranger noticed him, looked at Dummley and then back at Garry.Now Garry freezes too. Did he have to be afraid of this strange guy? After all, he was oversized and was looking for him. And who was this dumblebummble? Before he spoke, it occurred to him that he had to speak kebab English for the kickboxer to understand. The kickboxer, on the other hand, couldn't decide which of the two should be Garry now. Dummley was trembling all over and was one
Near fainting. Pitunella had already passed out on the floor. Vern, who had still not recovered from his shock, had an epileptic fit and fell to the ground. Since Dummley's parents were now both incapacitated, Dummley turned and ran away, that is, he tried, because he stumbled and rolled the rest of the way, then fell down the cliff and then swam like a blonde, pink buoy in the churned water .
Now Garry was alone with this strange kickboxer.


Dummblebummble, The-whose-name-is-so-terrible-that-should-not-be-pronounced-and magic frills"Um ... what do you want from misch again? I didn't check what your cousin was full of mischievous" Garry said finally.
The kickboxer looked at Garry with big eyes and then said happily
"Wow, I don't believe that you can do anything blatantly speaking my speaking! Not all can do, if you understand what is mine! You ask me what I want from you to do? Dumblebummble given! Do you know Dumblebummble do? Niche? Dumblebummble be the crassest, most concrete and best magic of the whole world ".

Yeah and what a fat letter should be there, eh? Give my letter to Alda! Abba wat will get a letter from this magic fool? I'm not also a fool oda wat? "

"Kla you his son Fatzke! I am one of them, too, because I can't do anything more blatant magic, otherwise I'll come to Homolove, that magic fool. Nisch that's his greatest thing in the world, wa?"

Garry was extremely interested now and snatched the letter from the huge kickboxer's hand.What was in there pleased him immensely.

Congratulations Garry Schrotter! We have decided to accept you at the school for magic tricks and witches. You will be kind enough to dance at KingsCross station on September 1st or we will put a Schahr firecracker on your neck. Sincerely, Arshluch Dumblebummble and Migrene McMorene
p.S. Go with Rübenus Haargrid, he will show you where to get your magic frills!

Garry read the letter through three more times, because now it became clear to him that he could leave the Röhhhrsleis behind. He jumped for joy. When he got back on the wooden floor, it broke straight through and Garry almost fell into a mighty deep hole if the giant named Rübenus hadn't held him down in time. He dropped Garry, who thanked the giant in doneren English. When he was done, he wanted to go and get his magic knick-knacks, but the giant thought he'd stay there and talk to Garry, at least as best he could ...Well, Garry was now sitting alone, if you don't count the unconscious (and epilating) Röööhrsleis, with the hair grid alone in the hut. Haargrid talked full of him. About the school for Zauberschnik and Hexenschnak, whose name sounded like: "Hogwurst", about Dumblebummble and the other teachers, about black magic freaks and about a particularly nasty magic freak, (well who is that?) Who is probably the blackest, meanest , meanest, most brutal, most abnormal, most devious, ... what else is there ..., best, nimble, etc. Magic face of all time was.
Garry didn't understand very much of what Haargrid was saying, because he spoke such complex and fast kebab English that he could hardly keep up.
Finally, Garry Haargrid interrupted his monotonous conversation and said in a polite voice, but also in kebab English
"Ey, you hairgrid! Do you do a bit of slow talking, otherwise I can't check what you're blabbing over there, geez?"
Haargrid obeyed every word and told everything again.Garry hadn't misheard because the school he was supposed to attend was really called Hogwurst. What he found out about Dumblebummble was that he was a really great magician who had a Japanese buddy named Hioshonokilep Flammellinu and that he was passionate about watching lesbian porn. He didn’t listen to the black magic fuzz because he had slept. He was just waking up when Haargrid started talking about the blackest, (...) magic fag of all time.

"Yes, there were funny faces that were totally angry. The ones who were so angry with him, now nobody's really bad name. He's killed a lot of fat people, just so full of fun, checksu like me? Yes just for fat fun! Yes and then he is so full of your crazy Eldarn and has grossly killed them, also just for fun, I think ... "
Wait ... now Garry was learning the real story about his parents. Garry looked intently at Haargrid, but he did not continue with the story, but began to pick his nose with relish.After a long time, Haargrid seemed to have found something in his nose, pulled out the finger from which there was now a huge lump of mucus, the size of Garry's eyeball. Now he finally went on with the story, kneading the booger between his fingers. Garry listened as best he could, but since he stared at Haargrid's fingers that were still kneading the booger, he was often distracted by this hypnotic effect. Still, he heard that his parents hadn't died in a roller coaster crash, but from ... had he heard right? Had Haargrid just said: He-this-name-is-so-horrible-that-he-should-not-be-told? What kind of name was that? And then he noticed that Haargrid had said that without speaking in kebab English, so he couldn't have misheard ... got killed. And he, Garry, was supposed to die too, but had survived and he-whose-name-is-so-horrible-that-he-should-not-be-named was gone from that day on.That was why Garry was fully famous in the wizarding snake world and he hadn't known about it, but why?
He asked Haargrid that and he explained that Garry was brought to the Röööhrsleis by him, Dumblbummble himself and McMoren because he was not supposed to grow up famous.
Garry thought that was mean! He would rather have grown up famous instead of being locked in a cold room under a staircase for 10 long years. He saw himself in the spotlight when he went to this school, but when he thought of other people who were famous and had so much stress that they had