Erstellt am 06.07.2005 - 16:56

Harry Potter ws ahighly unusual boy in many ways. For one thing, he hated the summerholidays more the any other time of year. For another, he really wantend to do his homework, but was forced to do it in secret, in the dead of night. And he also happened to be a wizard.
It ws nearly midnight, and he ws lying on his front in bed, the blankets drawn right over his head like a tent, a torch in one hand and a large leather-bound book (A History of Magic, by Bathilda Bagshot) propped open against the pillow. Harry moved the tip of his eagle-feather quill down the page, frowning as he looked for something taht would help him write his essay, "Witch-Burning in the Fourteenth century Was Completely Poinless-discuss".
The quill paused at the top of a likely-looking paragraph. Harry pushed his round glasses up his nose, moved his torch closer to the book an read.....

(yo, ich stell mich schon ma auf meine englisch ferien ein-gut gespammt)