We take the fokin lot mate

...which book/movie?

you can't make food out of nowhere with magic retards hermione literally says that on that same train

Yes. Its so stupid that even a normie realizei that

>faggot literally quotes the argument to his retarded statement before he makes it

kys moron

>Harry strode silently under the invisibility cloak with Hermione by his side, trying to keep both of them covered. Now that they were adult wizards of the legal age, finishing their remedial Hogwarts education following their missed 7th year due to the Second Wizarding War, it was quite hard for both of them to fit under the invisibility cloak.

>"I still don't understand why you need me to come along Harry, why can't you just ask Ron to do it?" Hermione muttered into his ear. "Like I already told you Hermione, I need somebody that can keep a lookout. Ron tends to get distracted now ever since George sold him that Wizard's Weed." Harry said, catching Hermione's annoyed scowl towards this action of Ron's out of the corner of his green eyes, the same bright emerald color of his mother's. "Now be quiet, we're here".

>Harry and Hermione stood on the seventh floor across from the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy trying to train trolls to ballet. The entrance to the Room of Requirement. They quickly walked back and forth across the spot three times, accidentally stretching their legs onto Mrs. Norris with a sickening crunch the second time across the hall. "I need someplace I can get off in private" murmured Harry as Hermione gave a disapproving sigh. "Oh, come now Hermione, I really need this after sharing a mind with Voldemort and Ginny won't put out".

>The wooden door opened from the wall. Harry gave Hermione a quick hug and thanks, leaving her tapping her foot in frustration as she stood outside the door while he dashed out from under the invisibility cloak to the awaiting room. All around the room were magical photographs, the figures inside them moving and enchanted. but these were no ordinary Wizard photographs. These ones all featured stunningly beautiful women, fully naked, sensually stretching and posing their bodies, and making faces of desire, beckoning Harry with waves of their finger, smirks of their mouths, and fluttering eyes.

>Harry quickly stripped off his robes, and began to masturbate furiously, helping himself to some magic lube next to him and taking up a nearby picture in his hand of a redhead witch with massive breasts, in the middle of intercourse with a large bearded wizard. The wizard must have used an engorgio charm on his penis, because it was nearly the length and thickness of a troll's club. Harry looked down at his less than stellar sized member and made a mental note to try a similar spell with Ginny, who had legally come of age last book.

>Just as Harry was about to orgasm, the door flew open with a bang. In strode Dumbledore, holding a bright red and mortified Hermione by the arm. Too late to stop himself, Harry ejaculated onto the floor in front of him, catching Hermione's eye as he did so. She lowered her eyes in embarrassment, stopping on his subpar penis, and she stifled a laugh to give Harry a sympathetic sisterly smile. Dumbledore meanwhile looked at Harry bemused, a sparkling twinkle in his bright blue eyes.

>"Having a Wizard's Wank Harry?" Dumbledore bellowed calmly. "The Boy who Lived needs to let loose? I cannot blame you Harry Potter. I remember when I was a verile young Warlock. Oh my, what fantasies and delights I embarked on. But be warned Harry Potter. Wizard pornography is a dark magic, very dark indeed. Your tastes start out plain, but over time the allure fades and you must replace the feeling of sexual curiosity with a new and devious depravity. Yes, indeed I should know, for I once succumbed to this great evil." Dumbledore stretched his legs over to Harry, dragging Hermione behind him and causing her to stumble face-first into the puddle of Harry's Gryffindor goo.

don't care didn't ask

>Dumbledore continued, waving his hands around. "Soon you will dive on a dangerous path Harry Potter. You will become more and more detached from normal sexual pleasures, only able to ejaculate to the most forbidden fetishes. Pureblood witches being ravaged by mudbloods. Muggles running trains on good little witches like your friend Granger here. Half breeds, such as your friend Hagrid during his summer off, and his centaur friends breeding and corrupting the good female stock of Hogwarts. Quidditch babes pleasuring trolls. Yes, indeed, I have masturbated to all these pathetic photographs and more. But it was not my fault Harry!"

>At this Dumbledore cast his wand forward, blowing a massive hole in the side of the wall with a devastating boom. Hermione shrieked with terror. "For you see, these dark arts are cursed, and prey on the innocent mind. It is a fate far worse than even that of a horcrux. But I have since broken free of my curse Harry, and now whenever I am in need of release I simply enjoy a nice warm bath with a picture of my good friend Gellert Grindelwald." Dumbledore took Harry gently by the shoulder and guided him over to the hole. It was a dizzyingly steep drop to the very bottom of the Great Hall. "And I will help you break free as well Harry. That Weasley girl will have to become the only object of your wizardly wantons."

>"But Professor" Harry asked carefully. "Didn't you die in book six? How are you here right now?" Dumbledore chucked softly, eyes gleaning as he gave Harry a pleased look. "Oh Harry, I was never dead. I just got super stoned on the most marvelous magical marijuana sold by the good Weasley Wizard's Wheezes. I was totally faded for like an entire two part movie finale. Anyways, you were a good friend Harry Potter."

>And with that Harry felt himself falling as Dumbledore pushed him from the hole in the wall. The last thing Harry heard before he hit the ground was Dumbledore yelling calmly, "1000 points for Gryffindor!"

They're mass-produced treats you retard, they can teleport more in from their warehouse

dullest trolley cart

you literally did ask, you absolute bellend

>Extracting memories again, I see? Remind me to gift you a Penisieve for your next birthday, Harry.