Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, as profitable as it would be. Just his OOC-ness in this fic.
This is a crackfic, so beware!
"You'll never defeat me, Harry Potter!" spat Voldemort at said boy.
"You don't stand a chance, Riddle!" Harry yelled back.
"Because," Harry pulled out a chart and began doing some math, "voters have voted YOUR handsomeness rating from 1 to 10 a 0.01. While on the other hand, I have been rated an 8 on the attractiveness scale. Eight divided by zero point zero one is 800. That means you will never defeat me because I am 800 times more good-looking than you!"
"Noooooooo!" Voldemort fainted on the ground.
All the fangirls and Ron cheered. Everyone looked at Ron.
"What?" asked Ron. "I just think Harry's got great math!"
Heh heh heh that was fun to write. Ron was the funniest. Thanks for reading this crackfic!