We were somewhere near the edge of Hogwarts when the magic began to take hold, all of a sudden the air was filled with hundreds and thousands of frogs, hopping all over the front of the car and a voice was screaming 'what are these creatures'.
I turned round to see Dumbledore wafting at the frogs and yelling me to turn up the bass, as the sound of the Stones came through on the radio. Normally, restrained and measured, Dumbledore had been on an ether binge since mid-morning and the effects were starting to show as he babbled incoherently about cutting up the blotter paper.
Hunter S. Thompson
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