Sorry for taking so long to put this chapter up I just really stink at typing! This chapter might be a little shorter but The next will probably end up quite long.
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Kiss-This2010- Thank you! I can up with the spell ideas but the names are in Latin.
Albus was at the ministry, Filius in the library, Snape in the dungeons and Trelawney was leaning over a crystal ball in the top of the astronomy tower. Madam Hooch watched her for a moment through the window then turned around, looking for a sniggley horn there were only a few of them on the entire Hogwarts grounds. Catching one was nearly impossible, not for madam Hooch.
There! The little bugger ducked behind a tree near the castle when he saw her looking at him. Sniggley horns were small, chubby, blue skinned flying menaces. They had two horns which, when the creature felt threatened, grew to a length of about 20cm. They weren't dangerous, the horns were… fuzzy. Upon touching one of the horns, you had to burst out laughing.
Less experienced flyers tended to fall off their brooms because the laughing was so sudden, Madam Hooch however was ready for anything. She dived at alarming speed down towards where she had seen the creature seconds before. Once she was about a meter from the ground she pulled up to a horizontal direction and began weaving through the trees after her prey. Sniggley horns had amazing speed, almost as fast as a snitch but slightly less agile. It was easy pickings for Gryffindors ex-seeker, chaser and beater and not to mention flying instructor at Hogwarts.
She closed the gap between them considerably before slowly moving to a standing position on her broom. Arms outstretched she tried to grab the blue blur by the wings, suddenly it turned and jabbed her with its left horn. The sudden urge to laugh unbalanced her and she fell forwards.
Using a maneuver that had saved her many times before, she turned her feet to hook on the broom and hang like a bat waiting for the laughter to subside.
She followed her escaping prey with her eyes so she knew where it was headed, then heaved herself back onto her broom and continued the chase.
Albus had been at the ministry for half an hour waiting for sales records. He was finally met by a man in a top hat who escorted him to a door marked 'Private.' He pulled a bunch of keys which seemed to have very sharp teeth from his pocket and unlocked the door with a small click. Before he stood aside to let Albus in he turned and said, "Well here you go, just a quick question… how do you plan on getting through it all?"
Albus looked past him in to the room and, to his dismay, looked over the many piles of paper piled ceiling high that he had to sort through. The man in the top hat saw his expression and offered to help, Albus accepted glad of some company and they began to sort.
Four hours later a pattern was beginning to form. Everyday for the past 4 months, someone bought 48kg of Magi-chalk. There was always a different name at the top of the receipt but it was exactly 48kg each purchase.
"Do you think he wants us to find him? Always the same amount tends o make it obvious that he's stocking up." Albus was amazed at his enemies' stupidity.
The man in the top hat, called Gregory Fenton, nodded in agreement as he continued through the remainders of his third pile of receipts. Albus thought through all the names of Grindelwalds followers he could remember but the names did not match any on the receipts. Then he thought about which of the followers could be so stupid, "It might be Edward Pinksnive, he has the brains of a dead sponge."
Gregory looked up at Albus in thought "It sounds plausible, Edward is really quite stupid and this does seem like the kind of idiotic thing he would do, but would Grindelwald trust him with something like this?"
"Rather this than giving orders to a platoon of heavily armed men I guess." Albus looked over the names again but with slightly more thought, he knew there was something there but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Then the pattern emerged, "the idiot!"
Gregory was looking at him funny, so he thought he should explain. He reached for the pile of receipts near him and began to arrange them by date from the first purchase to the last, which was only yesterday. Laying them out before himself and Gregory he began to divulge his wisdom, "Look at the initials of each name," he motioned for Gregory to pass him a piece of paper and quill. "E. Delevore, W. Anstic, R. Dores, W. Adams, S. Homorford, E. Rook, E. Longford, O. Norton." Reading the initials that Albus was writing down after each name, Gregory was stunned. Asking Albus for the quill and paper, they began to go through the receipts faster and when they were done they both had satisfied smirks on their faces.
"Somehow, this man has breeched the boundaries of stupidity," Gregory had to speak slowly to stop himself from laughing. "How dumb do you get?"
At this comment both men, forgetting about the seriousness of the situation, burst out laughing. It was laughter of relief, happiness and humor. Albus wiped the tears from his eyes and reached for the paper of initials, "May I?"
"But of course!" Gregory was turning a deep shade of red from laughing so hard. Albus cleared his throat in a regal manner and put on a fake snobbish voice, "EDWARD WAS HERE, LONG LIVE GRINDELWALD KING OF ALL AND FIRST OWNER OF THE GREAT BRIDGEDOM CASTLE. HAVE A GREAT BIRTHDAY."