Zombies Suck

"We are already pushing the limits by simply mentioning his name!"

"Are you really that afraid of copy right strikes? Other novels also include Gandalf in them!"

The being shook it's cat head.

"That's not the same, this is an original novel, no a damn fanfic!"

"Fine! Just teleport me to another teacher!"

"Why? Don't you want to study under Bandalf the Bald?"

Harry furiously shook his head.

"No!"

"Ugh! Fine! So picky!"

The being then claps his cat paws again, teleporting the two to another place.

The two now sat in a long wooden chair, surrounded by countless other students all wearing some sort of black rode as a uniform.

Harry looked to the podium where an old man stood, delivering a speech. The old man looked so awfully familiar, with their long white beard, wrinkly old face, wearing glasses and wearing a wizard hat.

Harry immediately recognised that old man as the great wizard Dumbledore.

"Is that really Dumbledore?"

Harry asked the being with anticipation, clearly excited by the prospect of learning under a great wizard like Dumbledore.

The being in it's cat form dramatically threw it's head back.

"Ha! No."

All the previous excitement Harry had was now all gone.

"Then who is that?"

Harry asked the being, earning weird stares from the other students, the being could only be seen by him.

"That's the great wizard Fumblefloore the Fumbler."

"Seriously, 'the Fumbler'?"

The being nodded it's head.

"He is the great Fumbler, he fumbles with the phonk, he fumbles with the floor, he fumbles with his fingers and fumbles with door, fumbles with his spells and fumbles with his words, fumbles with his soul and fumbles with his core-"

"Why the hell are you singing?"

Harry asked internally without speaking out the words, not wanting to earn more weird stares from the other students.

"This is not funny!"

"Who said it was? He is a great teacher, you will be learn quickly under his guidance-"

As if on que FumbleFloore fumbled down the stairs and his life fumbled away. Louds gasps and screams from the students and even the teachers.

"...."

"Well.....we should teleport to ano-"

"NO! No more! Just take me back! No more teleporting to magicians!"

"Fine! FINE! If you wanna be like that fine! Can't even appreciate me trying to help you!"

"This isn't helping! You're just tarnishing the names of great wizards!"

"Whatever."

The being clapped it's cat paws together as the two were now back to Harry's apartment.

"I wil learn how to use magic on my own."

"Sure, good luck with that."

.......

Harry looked out from his window, the streets littered with zombies, he planned on trying the summon spell again. But this time he would be more specific.

Harry held that steady posture again, holding his broom as streaks of colour mana came out of his body.

In a beautiful show of light, the mana flew towards the street, drawing a massive circle onto the ground, countless times being etched into the magic circle.

Harry really gave his all this time, putting intent into the spell he was casting.

The being studied the flow of mana and the magic summoning circle, the circle wasn't fully formed yet and half of the required runes were still missing, but he had to admit, Harry was quite talented.

The previous time Harry used the Summon spell everything was on auto mode, but this time Harry was personally guiding and etching the runes with his mana.

To think a mere human managed to understand such complex on his first try.

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TO BE CONTINUED