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Chapter 12: morer Dufflegrists!

So I went ahead and went to sed an email to everyone who had decide to join the grand house of dufflegrist with me and my friends. Already hermionie and maybe Harry had decided to njoin me which made me hapy inside. Some of the pople at the party were aleso interested in joining too so I sent a giant emil to everyone and  it said thid:

Hello everyone!
This is Janis sama from the grand hous of dufflegrist!

I am just writing to say that I think that if you came to the party and had a good time, please consider joining the duflelgrist house sometime? We accept anybody with a pure heart or someone really nice and wel also except cool people too so duffelgrist could be the house for anybody!

Please consider joining because the grand house of Duflegrist hasn't had any people for more than 100 years and I am very lonely.

I love you all!

<3 Janis Jadeapple~*~~*~*~***~***~~~*~*~~



SO then I printed out the email too (theres a printer in the common room too)and had an owl I found in the common room bring copies to anyone who was at the party. Now all I had to do was wait for pople to join dufflegrist!

Seconds passed. Then minutes. Then an hours or two I can't remember because by that time I was SOBBING. It looked like nobody wanted to join dufflegrist at all! I was so heartbroke and cried and cried. My beesting still hurt and that made me cry HARDER. Nobody loved me! Nobody cared about me! Nobody would care if I was gone!then it dawned on me………….

Oh my god, I missed charms class with Prfessor lfitwick!

I ruched out of thecommon room, sadness forgotten. Now I was really worried about what I missed in that class!

I rued down to the charms aclassroom really fast and there was no class there but professor flitwick was going to let me have it I was sure of it this time!! This was the WORST DAY EVER!

"ah Janis, I've been expecting you" said Prof litwick, smiling at me. "since you're a good student I was sure you would show up to learn what was taught last classs."

"ahhhhhahahaha, yeah" I said nervous with my hand behind my head. "please teach me, Flitwick sensei!"

"Ok" he said and taught me the charms I missed last class. There was a charm on how to make things float and making things shrink and making things switch places with other things. I was pretty good at them. "ah youre such a quick learner jans" said litwick and he patted me on the head. "someday you might be a charms master. You've got to learn them all, though, before you can become that. Just practice these three in your spare time OK?" "OK" I said and the class was over and FLitwick left me in the empty classrtoom. I looked arund and was about to leave when I saw something under a desk in the corner so I went to go and take a look.

It was a mysterious book with really old cover falling apart but I could see symbols on it of a person with horns and butterfluy wungs! I knew at that moment that I must have it even though I didn't know what it was or what it was about and that stealing was wrong, so I put the book in my bag that I used in school in japan and waliked out of the room all sneaky and went beck to the dufelgrist common room to read it.

But before I read it I went to check my email inbox to see inf anyone had wanted to joins Duffelgrist but it was EMPTY! Nobody wanted to join it at aall! A bee buzzed past my head and flew out the window as I sobbed back to my bed to read the book I stole.

"nobody likes me. Nobody cares about me. Nobody would care if I was gone" I cried to myself as I started reading the book. Then I saw a spell in the book that was the answer to all my problems:

H̘̆̐͊o͚̲̠̦̦͉͇ẁ̗̮̯͍̈́͑͗̍ͯ̽ ̭̤͓ͯ̿̽̈̀̀ͦt͊̈̔̎ͪỏ̥̹̼̙̲̝͇ ̙͈̗̦̓ͮ͂̚ͅk̉i̟͐̆̾̈́̌ͪ͑l͎͎̱ͨ̔͑̓l̟͎̏ ̭̬Y͎̲̗̺̐̑o͓̤͋̉̈̆ủ̳̬̮̲͍̯͇̓͛ͬ̈́r̺̟̫̜͌̂ͧ̉͂ͭͦs̎͂̓͌eͩ͗ͧͩl̏̽f̫̜͍̹͉̣̭͑

This was the spell that I would use to end my suffering! I sat the book in front of me and pointed my wand at myself while I said the spell really quietly so that nobody, not even the bees could tell what I was going to do. The text was hard to read but went something like this:



̵̴͎̗̭͍̫͓͈̮͕͍̫̼̓̐́̂o̧̨͈̤̬̱̯̟̦͉͔̦̫̼̙̻̞̩͑̿ͮ̑͑̾̕ͅő͔̜̜̰̯̟͎͓̤͇̬̘̤̲͎̮͍̌̊́ͩ̉ͣ̚͢͡h̽͒͒̃̎̽͆̊͗ͪ͛ͯ͘҉̶̼̙̣͖̫̼͚̱̩̹̜̥͇̹͜ ̵̝̦͚͔̣͓͉̠̏ͮ͆̓̋́͢ȁ̴̡̧̫̭̦̳͉̬̱̭͈̜̒̀͂͢b̃ͪͮ̆̊̂ͭ̚̕҉͓̮͖̙̞͖̤̼̠̯̦̟̘̫̳̹̮̰̰b̷̶̧̢̤̺͙̖̱̩̖͕̼̩̞̣̮̣̖̘̺̼ͨ͆ͫ͌ͭ̕y͑͊͋̈̇̂̿̉͢҉̷̘̪͈̬͉̝̗͕͕̗͇͙͍̤̭͟
̷̮̝̖͕͚̖̟̼̝͑͂̌ͧ͒ͩ͑̉͑̂̅͑̊̚͢͝͝A̵̶̸̛̹̼̯̩͚̼̬̬̗̫̲̭ͥͥ̅̒̄̐̄͜b͇͍̖͈̼͎̙̤̹͍̿̿̽̿͗̋ͥͣ̉͑ͮ̓̐̀̚͘
͕̗̫̜̮̣̲̝̫̓̌ͭ̚̕͟͢Ř̡ͬ͗ͬ̿͟҉̙̦͖̟̦͙͈̖͚͓̠́͜ͅa̶̤̗̬̰͕̲͕͈͈̼̖̯͇͍͕̔̀͐̆̐͘͜͞ͅb̷̅ͨͬͩ̄̾̋̀̏́͟͏̳̣̝͍̹̠̘͇͚̠̫̼̭̣̰̲̩͘ͅb͑͆̒̐̇̃͂ͭͦ̓̀̊̐̑͟͏̹̹̳̬͚̮͜ͅu̧̼̤̩̺͕̭̗͇̺͉̜͔̝̓ͣ̒͊̽̂ͤ͗ͣͤͣ̎̇ͮ̈͂ͤ͂͢͢͜ ̷̢̧͙̭̖̤̮̜̗̺͉̲̔̈̏͌̀ͅr̵͕̤̺̪͎͇̫̬̰̰̱͍̠̪̰̦͓͈̋̃̌ͤ̆̋̔̉ͩ͌ͫ͆̇ͬ̃͜͞a̷͚͍̝͍͛͂̋ͯ͌̇̉̈́ͫ̿͠b͇̞̖͚̳͍̖͓͎̬̘̋͊̂̃̆ͩ͑ͩͯ̃̕͜͞ͅb̴̵̢̹̪͕͔͔̝̫̯͆ͥ̔̔̃̃͛u̸͎̦̺̹̦̻̙̿̇͂͐͆ͦͤ̈ͦͥ͛̿̾ͦ̊ͪͥ͛͐̕͘͝͠ ̳̝̘̘̪̲̜̍͂ͩ͗ͪ͂ͧ̚̕͜p̨̜͚̱͖̲̱̘̟͈̟͖̗̯̪̓ͨͩ͋͊̃̆̐̑̑ͯ̋ͣͮ͘͢ͅo̖̩̪̗̹̯̰̹͕ͩ͐ͦ̿ͥ͆̊͋̒͊͑̿̄ͤͯ͋̉ͧͯ́͢͡ ̧͈̟̙͓͖̖͓̳̥̙̪͔̞͕͒̍ͨ̿̆ͦ͛̅ͫ͋ͭ̀ͩ̊̆́́̚̕ͅn̰̗̤̝̣̬͉̜͚͖̝̬͚͕̻̳̦̟͉̈̎ͫͮ̑͆ͣͩͫ̾ͣ̐̐ͪ̉̈́̐ͭͯ́̀i̡̙̭͕̦͉͇̞̮̟̗̖̙̋͂̏ͭ̑̑̓̿ͬ̊͐́̚͘͞p̷̴̡̲̭̤͙̱̹͈͔̻̬͍̱̱͔̦̜̫̫̅̉͌̊̓̉̾̃̐̈́̎͢ͅp̄̉͑̅̈́̿̂̾͑ͦ҉̴̧͕͖͍͇̖̺̘̳͖̜̰̘͕̖̮͉̩͠͝o̶̦̬̯̫͉͚͉̜̗̖̗ͨ̈̌̔͟͞nͭ̈̅̉ͥ̂̆ͦ̔̔͂̚͘҉̼͈͖̥͈̭̻͖̯ͅ



̳̹̖̘̻̥̝̞̫̺̠͓͕̩͇̮̍̔͐ͥͨͨ̓ͥ̾ͪ̈̅̓ͭ̒̕͟l̓ͣ͐ͬͨ̔͑ͣ̓̍͛͋̚҉̸̪̦͎̯̤̳̺̱͙̮̞̠͓̣̙͈̱͠͝ͅi͉̠̘̪̼͇̖̝ͬ̍͂̄̅̾͌̚͜͢͠t̷̶̴͎͉̯̭̐ͣ̐ͧ͂̅̿ͨͯͪ̾ẅ̸̵̳͎̰̳̟̳̩̘̗̭͔͙̦̱́͗ͩ͒̏͜͢͞iͩ̿̔̾ͥͮ̈҉̘̩̦͈̭͇̱͚͈ͅc̴̤̫̻̜͖̘̹̥̫̱̗̥̺̤̜̬͚̹͍̃̓ͭͪ̚͜k̵̴̵̴̮͕̹̰̥̝̟͙̠ͬͧ̉̋͐́ ͒̿ͤ͒̇̃ͭ͌ͧͤ͏̢̧̳̙̤͉̹͔̤̲̩̟̘̲͎̹̯́͡l̸̸͈̭̯͇̬̩̤͔͎̯̣̥̯̜̳̹̿ͦ̐͐͛ͥͦ̊̏̍̉̆̌̐͌ͣͪͧ̄̕͠ͅǡ̛͊̏̋̽͏͓̦͓̯͖̹͓ͅm̶̴̨̩̞͍͖̬ͨ͒̏ͣ͐̒̈̊̈̂̒̀ͣͤͨ̋͌̒ͤ͞p̶̶͚̲̠̘̞̎ͨ͑̾̂̽̍ͥ̋̋̂͊͝ȇ̛͕̞͈͓̲͓̘̺̦̪̘͇̊̔̈n̦͔̬̖͙͎̺̯̯͔͚̝̬̮̯̈́ͯ̉͋̕͢͟͞ͅͅt̷̴̐͒ͫ́ͬͨ̑ͯ̔̅͊͑̋̆͠҉͉͚̬̜̲̮͎̹͇̟͈̺͓̳̖͘ͅ ̛̗̲̖͍ͬ̿̉̆̇ͩ̑̃ͯͨ́̿ͦͨͤd̴̵̫̠̳̮̹͎̮͇̳̠̩͓͎ͯ̈́́́̎̈̍́͡ͅü̢̡̡̨͓̖̝̩̞̬̹̑̌̑ͬ̚͞ş̈̓ͭ̋͆́̓̈́ͮͫͥ̀͆͆ͧ̚͘҉҉̮̺̠̮̩̗́k̶͓̤̰̲̺̫̙̯͚̪̯̳̺͉̖̪̮̊́͌͌͑̎̒͐͡͞u̸̧͎̘̱̰̯͈̻͕͙͈̩͍̪̓̿ͧ͑͗͒̒̄͌́͋͠ ̴̢̮̗̝̠̼̙̭̼̯̫̻͚̜ͩ͋ͩ͑ͤ̓̃̽̾̈̿̄͋̀̽͆͌͠ͅs͎̻̼̜̝̥͉̋͊͊̍̈́ͫͧ̃ͪ̚͝t̡̢͕̬̥̺̻̮͍̤̏ͨ͛̽̈̈͂ͩ̅ͦͫ̄ͬͨ̓͢͟͠o̸̱̰̦̙̦͕̟̤͂͐ͦͫ̎̅̕̕n͑̔̀̽̎ͪ̄ͣ͆̓ͥͥ̋̀͜҉̼̞̳̳̭͎̮̳̘͕̲͍̥̰ų̜̻͈̖̯̫̠̟̙͈̣̲̬̪̲̯̲̮̍ͭ̈́ͣ́̆̎͆̃ͭ̈́̅ͪ̚͢

̶̸̛̛̖͔͇͉̎̔͐ͩͩ̑͊ͦ̃͛ͦ̆̄ͭ͌̕p̮͉̘̰̟̖̣̮͖̝ͧ̋̍̈́̈̄ͦ͒ͮͧ̽͂̌̂́̃̾͜͝͡i͈̯̬̦̤̣̞̻͌ͬͣͩͪ̔̋̏̋͐͂̊̈́͛͑͋́̔͘͠ķ̷̜̝̘͇͌̈́͋̃ͥͧͣͣ̉̕͢ȃ̑ͨͬ̃͏̵̸̻̩̝̯͓̳̜͇̖̰͇ͅ ̷̨̯̟͉̱̬̜̳̝̥̖̍ͧ̈́̆̌̒̓͑͜͝p̸̛̬̗͓͕̼̤͍͐̽̅ͨ͆̒̍ͦ̆̍͗̌ͦ͊̄̀͢i͊ͦ̈ͥ̾͏̗͓͎̫͕̟͈͕̖̗̜̠̺k̒̉ͬ̽̍͆̾͑͏̫̲̰̖̭̳̜̞͍̼̟̼͟͢͞a̢̢̬͚̼̰̞̗̙͚ͥͨ̔̋̔͐ͩͮͭͧ̐ͤ̀̕ͅ ̴̢̦͉̟͈̬̤̰͙͚̤̰͌ͦ̌ͨͮ̇͐́͡ͅt̨̬͈̦̠̹̱͕̝̞̦̞͓̼̬͔͓̦̰̒̾̆̉̂͠y̟͔̞̱͙̥͕̪̘̞̐ͨ̀ͬ̈́ͭ͐ͭ̇͗̓͆̈̄͗̋̋͘͞p̍͗͑̈͛͒ͧ͒̀͏̖̗̦̘̲̺į̷̛̠̘̬̪̠̦̥̝̬̝̺͍̹̌ͥ͌ͮ͝ͅ ̷͇͈̩̇̏ͩ͛̅̑̀͝t̨͓͙̘̘̣̟̠̩͕̩͕͛͂ͬͮͫ́ͭ̄́͜ẙ̴̼̳̩̺̘̯̗̦̞̙̬̠̯̲̇ͮ͗ͭ̏͑̏͆ͮ̅ͬ̕͞p̶̴̨̢̗̙͉̠̺̙͉͇̞ͮ̄̽ͭͮ̇̌ͥ͑͛̑͊̏ͪͥ́i̷̡̡̪̖̤͉͈̘̖̟͖̗͇͉͉̰ͪ͗̏ͭͤ̓̾͂̏ͣ̍͟͝
̴̶̛͛̓ͦ̑́̄̐̂͂̀ͦ̌ͧͮ̾ͮ̆͏̳̱̠͇Ȇ̡̢̧̛̘̫̣̫̗̟͛̑ę̡͎̼̯̗̫̬͚̹̮̻͇̝͎̮̜ͮͣ́̍ͭͮ̃ͯ̅̄̋ͦ̄̂̓͞͞r͗͒̈͊̉ͯ͛̂ͩ̒ͮ̍͏̝͙̻͚͈͍͎͍͕͕̟͚͠g̴͓̙̭̱̺̗͚̦͉̼͇̜̏͗͋̋̆́̐ͬ̓̄ͫ͋̅́̎ͨ̉̇́̀̕͞e̍̈ͧ̏͂ͣͨ͌ͧ̈ͪ̈̔ͤ̐̇̅̕͢͏͎͚̬̰̻͎̤̰͎̖̱͕̗̪̲̭͔͡ͅş̴̸̞̝̺̥̙̠̗̜̮̯̼̳̊ͬ̂̄͆̈́͜ͅ!̨̢͍͚͎̝͉̗̜̘͔̺̘̭͍̠̼̗̾ͣͤ̋̔ͭ̑̄ͧͤͭ̓ͭͅͅ


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̦͖̳͙̼̳̞̝̱͇̝̐͆̄̿͑̌̓́̽̅̑̑ͭ̔͊ͣ̋̌̾̀͢͜͠͞R̪͔̩̳̲̞͈͍̹̝̟̪͎̽̄́̂ͮ̐͒ͧ͑͛͌̈͊͘͜͟͡ͅo̡͊ͧ͐ͮ̈́ͥ̅̄̽̀ͧ̿͆ͨ̚͏̤̮̭͕̗̩̠͈̥̖̲̞͙̱͔͈̜̱͉m̵̜͙̥̭̬͖̞ͣ̒͌ͨ́̒ͬ̅̋͞ͅa̸̷̪̗̻̯̲̳̍̈́̓̀̃͒̎̓̈͑̿̓́̾̾́͘̕ ̸̴̭͍͔̯̳̬̦̱̞̲̞̩̪̜͈̤̻̤̻̂̇ͯ̾̓́̽ͣ͌̄̒ͭ̅̿̇̌͋͘͜͝r̴̥̖̙̱͎̳̼͇̭͒͗͋͂̾͂̾̍ͤ̄͗̑̍̕͡ͅò͇̫̘͕̙̤͇͙̥̣̳̺̒̈́͑̎ͭ͊ͧͣ́͒͌͆ͤ̒ͩ͑͡͞͡ͅm̆̊̏͐̆̈́̓ͨ̿̌ͦ̔͋̓̾͒̇̚͏̸҉̵̱̥̮̙͢a͈̝̹̮̱͚̭̱̥͙ͯ̂ͥͯ͗̉͐ͩͮ̀
̵̡̡̧̛̖̟͓̰͙̟̣̺̹̅́͒̎ͪͧm̴̤̠̫͍̞̮͚̝̘̳̙̳ͭ̌͐͑͡ą͉̳̜̱̦̗̟̟͈̲͓̻͖̭̿̔ͧ̒͗̀͆ͧ̔̌̏̄͊̈́ͭ̊͝m̧͓͍̦̱̣͙̻̰̭̘͍̯̮͇̥̬͚̏̉͐͛ͬ͒̾̔̑ͪ̓͑̃͌ͩ̊̊̃ͮ͢͠͠a̿̊̋ͭ̌́ͬ͂ͮ̾͂̆ͩͮ͊̚͏̤̺͖̞̬̼͙ͅͅă̬̟͖̼̬̳͚̭̰̹̙͔͎͌̎ͨ̂ͭ͆̎ͨ̿̔̌͑̃̿͒͢͠ȧ̡̮͎͎̩̜̞͕͙̹̘̱̂̇͊́́̎͋̽͠
ͥͨ̈́̌̅ͫ̉͠҉̶͉̺̜̱̬̝͟͡g̢̛͍̣̻͉͓̬̰͉̗͍̠̭͎͖̹̈́ͥ̑ͥ̏͂̆͊̿ͨͮ͛̈̆͟͞â̛̯͙̟͚̻̿̎̽ͪͣ͛ͮ̐̏̀̎̍̅̔̆͞ ̵̷̵̡͈͕͇̳̱͗̉͌̆͂̈́̇̆͂̈̾͑̚͢g͚̲͉̞̪͗͒ͬ̄̇͑́̈́̍̽ͭ̐͋̚̕͘͘͢a̭͈̳̞̬͈̝͎̭̖̐ͦ̐͆ͫ̏̔͊̍̎̊͐ͫ̔̿̚͡͝͡ ̢̢̨͎̼͔̜̣̗͎̦͚̂͌̈́̌̿ͥ̒͛̊͑̀̚ͅo̵̅ͮͭ̄̆̍͊̎̓͏͇͚͕͉̥̤̼̬͉̣͈̤̪̞͉̳̱̣ǫ̞̫͓͕͔̣͈̟̤͕̲͍͔̙̽̾̎̒̂̕͡ͅͅh̶̢ͥ̽͊̐̾҉͔͖͎̤͙̤͇͚̝͘ ̷̡̢̻̜͉̪̠̱̘̮͓̣̝̠͙̟̼̈́ͭͫͦ̕ͅl̩̦͕͔̤̞̖͇̲̱̞͉͒͊͑ͯ͑̒ͧ̇̐͐̽̚͞͡ͅa̸̧̤̜̹̺͕̯͈̘̲͓ͯ͌̃̋͊ͬ̽̊̈́̀͟ ̸̵̧̜̬̲̬̥̂̃̇̊̈̀͆ͫ̚̕̕ĺ̢ͮ̓̔ͫͮ̔̃̓ͪ͆ͮ̌̾̽̆ͦ̓͏͇͓̮̠͔͇͡ą̷̞̹̫̲̘̻͈̙̱̣͔̤̦̺̜̳̞̍ͦͮ̂̾͒̇͒̆
̝̮͉̖̱̝̙̱̂̎ͤ̄ͫ̓̀ͭ́͌̽̈̒ͨ͛͘͡rͯͦͭ̏͆̽̿ͮͧ̉ͩ̊ͧ҉̟̗͕͕̣͍̱̗̪̼̗̀͢͞a̴̞̝̲͓͇͖̪̤͕̙̟̮ͪͬ̂͆̀̒ͭ̀͛ͫ͑̄͂̆̚͟͡b̶̼̱̟̖̫̔ͭ͗ͯͥͫ͑ͥ͐b̵͕̩̤̟̠̫ͬͦ̉͂̇̅̚͜ữ̢̩̟̹̺͕͇̜̳̒͑͒ͫ͆̐͂̀̐̍ͯͤ̀͗̍͊́ ̴̺̗̞͈̘ͫͮ̂ͮ̏ͥͫ͑̂ͬ͂ͫ͑ͪ̀̿͊̀̀̚͟͝ŗ̴̴̘͍̟̘̫̲̭̩͚͍͕̰̼͍̣̜́ͪͫ̓̍ͤͭ̏̔́̚ą̷̛̝̻͍͕̖̞̙͉ͥ͑ͪ͡b̸̟̥̤̻̞͕͈̟ͭ̍͐ͯͨ͆̌̒̈́̎͊̂̑̄ͣͫ͡͞͞b̢̛̭̯͍̳̰̱̫̮̻̝̖̖̫̼̞͈̹̱̅̏̆͛̆̅̒̊̃͌̚u̸͊͗ͧ̏̏ͦ̅̒̓̐̍̆͑ͧ̃ͮ͒ͣ̐͏̵̵͙̱̩͉̹̹̬̙̯̤̮͍̬̝͙̺͈̖͞ͅ ̨̜̪̦͍͊́ͣ͛͒ͬͧ̔ͬ͌̒̄̽͑̒ͨ̚͟͜͟ͅr̨̛̘̟̭̹̘̭ͪ͑̀ͥ̋̈̆̾̋ͫ̓̎ͤ̉̓͠o̡̮͉͇̝̯͔̱ͯ̉̈́͟m̗̘̥͖̝͍̹̗͇̜̦͈̝̼͍̼̐͒̊͐͘ȧ̬̲͚͇̅͊̅͜n̵̸̛̙̤̝͉̥̘͍̯̮̭ͦͦ͛̐͘͟ç̴̻͎̝̥̗̝͛̉͂ͦ̂̆̒̄ͬͯ̉̐̀͜͜ͅe̓̆̒̆ͦͬ͋ͧ͊ͬ̑̓̑҉̲̼͎̤̺̩̗͕̪͚̻̺̼͟͜͡ ̶̡̱̻͕̖͍̫͓̥̜̙͈͈͓̯̠̮̑̊̇͆̇͘ͅ
̒ͩͧ̇̈́̑̓͘҉͈̭͎̭̺d̵̢̲͚̫̙̜͍͍͓̗̝̞ͥ̅ͯ̾̈́̔ͧͥ͛ͭ͝u̵̜͓̣̲͇̖̘͉̝̘̦̲̻͕͕͖̥ͩ̔̈́͗̽̄̎̆͋̓̑̐̋͛͊͌̀̚͞͠ͅḃ̵͔͈͚̳̙̠̟̖̤͔̠̥͚͕̯͈̱̏͆ͩ͆ͧ͘ͅb̶̶̪̹̪̘͊́ͣ̆ͧ̉͋̑͛ͭ̀ͨͣ͒́ͪ͛u̵̸̧̺̳͇̺͙̰̹̻̠̩̼̇ͭ̀̓̈́ͯ̐̇̈͘͘ ̗͇̘͇̹̔ͣ́͑́͢ṣ̢̳̙͈̝̙̹̻̻̲̮͛͋͑ͧ̆͗͗ͫ͊ͩ̌͒͘͝͝t͍̳̫͕̣̮͇͍͕̲̩͙̩̣̳̖̫̆ͣ̏ͨͫ̈͛͊̌ͥͤ͆͋̏͑̐ͨ̎̕ͅe͉̩͇̞͚̭̩͑̅͌͆͒́͡p̓ͨ̍͗̔҉̶̙̭̲̱̫̬͓̥͓̥̭̺͇̹̩̹͉͘͜p̴̫͇̙̥̣͕͍̌ͩ̽̾̉͆ͦ̔ͫͩͨ͐ͧ̃̆ͮ͆̚̚͝u̾̐̇̾̂҉̵̛̦̰̯̹̣̮͈̣͙̪͔̫͠͠ ̸̵͙̗̬͍̲̺͙͙̬̝͔̼̮̩͔̉̅́̅ͬ̈̓͑̌̂̓ͫ͛͗ͥͤ͟ͅn̵̸̢̲͍̖̙͔̻̭͔̗̬͈̆̃̈́̆̅͋͑̆̈̚ͅa̛͇̗̫̹̼̼̞͍͎͙ͣ̐ͣ̀̑̓́͋̓ͬ̾͘ḩ̶̛̘̤̬̙̜͆ͤ̓͗̓̓̾͂͛̑ͪͭͦ̽͑ͣͦ͊̄͟o̴̝͉͙̪̝͔̰͓͔̲̫̮̱ͣͬ̍̔̅̒ͦ͊̎̐ͯ̌͛́n̡̖̱̥̘̬̣̝͍͎̟͚̯̒̎̇͐̋ͮ͘ ̶̸̛͉̱͚̻̲͖͈͓͔̩ͪ̈ͫ̎͢r̶̟̱͓̘͉̣̤̹͙̟̱̟͔͕̪ͭ̽͂̋̊̉͂̃̍̓ͩ̅ͪ͂̉͛̚̕àͧ̓̐̒̓̓̾ͮ͗̽ͭ҉̺͙̘͞b̷̰͙̝̺͚̠͖̙͙̣͕̩͔̣̭̣̙̐̈̒̒ͩ͛̍̋͆ͫͥͯ͠͡ͅb̷̸̢̬̹͙͍͚̠̥̱͖͓̞̰̟̬̳̩̗̮̔̊̓͌̔̉ͭ̏̐ͯͩo̜͕͍̻͓̳͚͚̓̓͒̓ͣ̎̃̑̈̒̔ͭ͝͝
̛̝̖̼̱̩̜̬̩̝̩̻͖͉̬̝̥̐̔ͫ̾̑̌ͫ͂ͯ̃ͭͯ̋͘͜͜ͅw͚̳͇͔͇͓̞̘͙̝̓ͤͪͤͦ͌ͫ̃ͪ̓ͧ͊̎̆́͜͜͞aͥ̀͐͗̄͏̠̝̘̖̬͙̖͘b̊̾̃ͮ̆ͩͤ͂̆ͦͤ͗͏̤͖͇̲̥̬̤̮b̷̞͓̰̗̙̳̪̰̫͚͓̝̱̭͖ͤ̒͊̌ͨͥ̈́͋ͩ̿̀̄̅̕͘ͅͅuͯ̌ͮ̀̉͒ͫ́ͪ͂̽̽ͬ̈́̌͏̴̣͕̘͇̜̤̮ ̨̧͚̖̼̠͍̝͖̲̇ͮ͗ͥ̿ͭ́̊ͩ͘͝ẇ̴́̇ͪ̈́̿͆͒҉̼̱̪̦̤͔͖̯̮͉̱̬͇͚̟͓̯̱͉u̳͉͉̲͇͙̘̒̎̄̓ͩ̿̈́̎ͤ͢b̓̓ͦ̉̽̌̏ͣ̆̂ͭ̀ͧ̎̃̊̆͞҉̣̦͕̺̖̜̱̗̣̰̫͔b̷͔̻̪̙̥̥͓̩̬̞̒͛ͫ͊̃̇͊ͦͪ̈͑͗͌̌̋̀͊̍̀̕ͅͅͅͅűͭ͛̋̅́̔̇ͣ̀҉̡̢̜̗̗̮̱͎̫̗͖͠ ̷̖̩̱͙͚̗͇̼̱̺̣̹͓̠͍̔̆̾̉̔̉̈͂̄̔̎̄ͣ͋w̸̸̛̫͍͔͇̣̰̣̞̜͍͖̥͙̔ͥ̎̂͞ͅëͬ̐͆̉̒̓̂ͦ̽͐͐ͮ̔͊̏͐̈͏̢̨͖͇̤͕̤̯̖͙̭͟ą̊̒̊̄̌ͣͫͣ̏̾̑̋ͤ́̆̒͂́̚͟͡҉̝̮͕͕̬̰̠͈̩̘̲b͍͇̤̝͑̽͂͗̎̓ͦ͒ͪ̉ͩ͐̀͟͡o̸̪̪̜͕̞̙̟̘͑̃ͭ̔̿͐͂̂̾̀̊͐͒̿ͥ͋̅̚͘͢͟o̼̭̙̥̭̠̮̰ͬ͐̋̽ͩ͢
̸̡ͨ̽̃̒̅̂̂̋̍̐́̋ͨ̃͗ͫ̚͏̷̣̳͕͉̺͍̻̦͔ͅE̵̸̢͉̥͙͖͍̟̞͔̳̽̈ͪ́̽͆̂ͨ̃̀ͫ͞ẻ̪͉̟̳̠̟̱͓̣̬̼̺͙̭ͦ̃̓ͥ̊̈́͘͡r̶͎̠̣̲̩̟̻̾ͧ̋͊̔ͭ̌ͬ̀ͣ͊͢͡g̸̹̦̱̹̰̘̭̯̝͓̰̝̥̣̽ͧ͑̃͋ͪ͗̊͜͢͠ͅͅe̴̪̗͉͈̓͋ͧ̋͒̊̉ͩͬͫ̋͆ͤ͟͞͠s̶͉̜̞͚̠̟̩̳̲̹̳͚ͣͯ̋̾́ͯͧ͒̏̄̆ͣ̏͛͂̔ͣͥ̓́͝!̷̹̝̝̟̮̹̼̙̟͈̬͙͖̱̳̲̻͙͙ͪ̿̒̐̐̈
̨̢̹̮̪̺͇͈͓̫̋̿́ͭ̽ͭ͆̒ͥ͒̎̈́͆ͤ̃ͯ͜Ḙ̷̤̘͖ͣ̋ͣͥ̍͟e̸͈͇̣̜̮̞͓̗͕̦̰͍̩̥̙̐́ͮ̊͊̐̃͑̓̆̒̒ͫ͊ͩ͊́͘͟ṟ̢͙̠̤͍͎̳̝͙͍͈͎̺̦̹̟̫̀ͭ̋ͣ̉͘͞ͅģ̲͎͕̞̲̯̳͕͙ͬ͋ͮ̀ͥ̈́͗̀̕͡͡e̴̶̢̧͈̭̦̟͈̗̟ͪͫ̃̋ͯͨ̀̈́̈͐͌ͭ̏̐͊̑͛͝s͙͇̻̮̤͗ͥ̍̆͌͌̓ͫ͛̆ͨ̉̀̕ ̶̛̼̫̭̩̮̱̭͌ͭ̎͗̂̾̇ͦ͌͆̏́̍e̡͍̪̜̤͇̳͍̩͈͉͍̭̻̘͈͉͔̋̉ͯ̒͑̽̃̾̏̑̋̓̐ͧ̉̍̚͜͡ȩ̛͈̘͇̳͙͕̤͖̔̔̒̃̿̇̐ͬ̈̎ͣ͛͘ͅr̶̸̷̶̳̦̰̦͙̜̥͆ͫ̍́̐̀͊̑̏͊͛͂ͤ͋g̊ͤͪͤͮ̔͒͋̄͛̎̀̓̑̇̂͏̛͕͙͉͙̯̗͓̥͖̱͇͉̝͎̙͙ẻ̟̜̟͕̖̻̦̫͚̬̤̦̪͇͊̓͒̀͡ͅͅͅs̷̢͔̬̥̥̠̙͉̗̮͒͛̈̀̀ ̴̨̻͈̫̙̱̞͎̝̙̯̥͚͖͈̪̣͕̌ͩͯ̄̑͒C̷͔̺͖̦͚͎̬͉̥͉͚̄̓̀ͣ͐͂̌ͧͬ̌͋͌͠ͅt̨̗̣̝̞ͦ̉ͫͨ͊͑ͯ̌̔̅͋͘ȟ̸̢̛͕̙̮̗ͪͧ͂ͨ̈ͧ͑͊̾̀ũ̧̧ͪͣ̄ͦͧͦͩ̐̓̊̚̚͠҉̺̞̥̩̳̝̞̥͉̳ļ̴̴̢̟̺͚̥̗͉̠̠͈̠̬̦̩͕͚̰͙͙ͬͧ̂͛͌̒͝ͅų͈̰̫͕̯͚̰̥͈̩̓̎̅ͫ̃̂̓͘ ̱̣̬̤̣̳̻͎̲͙͔̘̤͑ͣ̃ͥ̅͊͂͢͝͝ͅf̴͖̯̪̜͒̊ͨ͐̉́ͯͭͤͨ̇͂́́̚͠t̘̫͉͈̻̲̟͍̯̹̐ͫ̃͋̅͌̑̓͋̍ͪ͋̎̑̀͡ͅa̢͚̝̟̫ͣ͒ͩ͂ͬ̓ͬ̕͠ͅg̶̴̩̜̟̬̤͖̭͓͙̝͎͎ͣ̒̒́͗̓h̵̦̮͙̪̬̼̞͕͒̐͐͒̅ͪͧ̍̒ͨ̓͗̎ͮͩͮ̑͘͝n̴̸͙̹͎̉̄ͤͨ̑ͯ̇ͪͭͯ͒̕͢!̷̨̛̭͖̝͕͈̮̠̹͓̬̳̱͓̳͎̘̹̙ͪ͋ͥͣ
̸̡̪͚̦̱̹͙̤̝ͥ͑͐̑̃ͩͅr̔̊ͣͣ̃͌͌͋͂͗̅̔͊͑ͯͣ͏̵͚͓̫͔̖̟͙̩͇͖͉͈̫̟̩̭͟ͅa̛̺̞̼͙̣̮̬̹̹̼͎̙̩̻̘͂͋ͬ̀ͩ̌ͪ͊ͥ̅̾̈́ͧ͜b̵̨̡̨̲̖̬͎̯̘̗̼̝͉͓͕̺͎͚̙͙̟̣̾̍̓ͦͬ̆ͬ̊̓̄͂̒ͦ̏͆̍ͬ͜b̷͉̥̱̬̙̝̝̹̪̖͙̫͙̺̻̮ͧͮ̾͂͐͘͜o̴̬̣̝͎͉̥̥̟͈͙͓̩͉̲̣̙̬̘̐ͣͨͯͨ͊ͩ ̷̰͙̩͈͉̦̲̪̬̪͎̭̱̗͕͖̩̅ͣ̓͂ͨ̚͟r̨͕͇̭͉̣̩̯̝̩̭͙̺̜͍͕͐̂̇ͣ͑ͮ̚͘̕ą̸̛̮̜̲͕͉͇͈̺̼̳̺̂̊̅͂͒ͦͤͩͣͭ͜b̷͚̗̘̱͔̦̯͎ͭͭ̊͌̏̊̔ͭ͂ͦ́̌͋̄̋̏̿ͨ̀̚͝ḃ̛͙̼̗͚̱̱̞̠̖̭̐ͩ̽ͥͥ̄ͯ͑ͩ̕͟o̷̴̖͖͚͖̰͈̹̭̿̑̃ͥ́̃̈́̍̓̔̏͌̔̓͑̓̆ͯ̀̚ ̶͖͖͓̱̣̠̗̰̠̟̟̈ͤ̒̈́ͮͦ͗ͨͤͩ͊͟M̢̧ͧ̌͛ͫ̂͊ͫ̑̿͐̌̑̉̃̒̿̓̀͞͏̝̳͎̻̩̗Ä̸͍̲̲̲̼̤̉̑ͪͭ̿̄͛ͣ̆ͧ̒́N̘̮̱̖̝̖̭͇̳̜͉̗̘̹͎̻̩͖ͮͦ͌͌ͭͣ͆͒̅̐̄̔͐ͧ̽ͪ͟M̸̧̦̠̰͉͎̹͎͔̺͖̹͕̗̣͆ͮ̅̒̈ͥ͛͢ͅỘ̧̫̲̪̗͍͖̬̠̗͈͚̠̱̙̭͓ͭ̾ͩ̍͛ͣ ̵̢̠̙̭̹͇̮͉͕̘͇̳̝͔̞̞̮̩͉͋̂̋͒̅̀͡Y͑͐̏ͬ̽͘͡͏̹̠̩͚͘͜A̛͈͇̰̳̗̺̫̲͖̞̬̗̼̰̺̅̄̿ͤ̈ͯ̈́͞ͅN̴̸̴̢̢̹̼̻̳̫̯̭ͦͪͦ̑̃̎͊͆M̴̶̛͍̖̹͙͎̤̟̥̙̖̯̋ͥ̓̒̀ͦͩ̇̊ͦ̃ͮ̌͒͛ͭ͐̏̀͝ͅȎ̧ͧͯ̆ͪ̈́̂͆̊ͭ̒͋͝͏͏̻͚̻̼̙

̴͉͖͍͍͉̔̿ͦͪ̄̂ͦͤ̀̄ͭ̌ͣ́

Event hough it was hard to read I did the spell and it shot a light beam at my chest from my wand and then everything went black and I would see my parents again……………
ehred chapter 12! sorry for logn wait, it was rlly intense nd took a logn time to write! Gommen!

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