After her first Victory Royale, Niser was feeling very confident. In fact, she felt great! Three grappling guns shot out of the helicopters that circled around, and Niser screamed with agony as they severed through several arteries. She grabbed the thick, metal wires and pulled, jerking the helicopters forward. Her weight, which was over fifty tons, pulled the helicopter toward her, and she grabbed both of them with a hand, and smashing them into metal pulp.
Then, just because she was still happy, she jumped on top of the wreck of metal and starting smashing them to a pancake. Meanwhile, in the other helicopter, which was being ignored for now, the pilot grabbed an emergency communicator out of his pocket. He gasped with relief when he turned it on. It wasn’t out of battery. Then, he jammed on the only button on it with his sausage of a thumb. It dropped to the floor, just as Niser the Miser jumped onto the helicopter, crushing all occupants to a fine dust, but the emergency message had already been sent.
Meanwhile, in a school located somewhere in the United Kingdom, Harry Potter jolted awake from sleep. Something was vibrating in his pocket! He screamed in agony, as the phone vibrated again. Harry reached into his deep pockets, and rummaged through a bunch of candy wrappers, a couple of un-eaten cough drops, and a valuable gift card, for 95% off on vbucks. He yanked out the phone, which was sticky and nasty from all of the open candy wrappers. He put his ear to the earpiece, and it stuck like super-glue. It fact, it wouldn’t pull off at all. Harry groaned, and the phone picked up. “You are needed in Minnesota,” said a deep, manly, robotic voice. Harry perked up. He was needed? What kind of emergency?
Harry slipped out of his cushions, and there was a loud pop as Harry apparated away.
Seconds later, back in Minnesota, Harry appeared with the same pop, and fell to the ground, screaming in pain. His left thumb had been left behind at Hogwarts! He hadn’t been concentrating enough on apparating.
Suddenly, there was a load roar, that sounded exactly from the T-rex in Jurassic World. Harry shivered. He remembered the movie. He had screamed himself to sleep because Ron had forced him to watch it.
Harry ran toward the scene, and gasped as he saw the two wrecked helicopters on the ground, and a large, what did the Americans can it, a turd! He yanked out his wand, and bellowed. “Sectumsempra!” Large slits appeared in Niser the Miser, and she shrieked, falling to the ground. A nasty spell arose from the pile.
Harry bellowed again, flicking his wand with a flourish “Avada Kedavra!” The green light shot out of Harry’s wand, and hit Harry in the chest. He screamed. He wasn’t very experienced with the flicking part. He fell, dying to the ground. “I want one last game of Fortnite,” were his last words.