“Mr Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him
to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.”

To rock the Rock, turn back the clock,
Revealing Hermione's Secret—
Four hours' decline from Eastern Time,
Study the spell and speak it…

Gatekeepers wield a magical shield—
How to get past the guards?
They hid the key for passage free—
You already hold the cards…

With witchcraft meant to circumvent,
Outwit the spellbound sentry;
To move beyond, just wave your wand
With an “Alohomora” for entry...

Once past the gate, to fill your plate,
Survey the second-floor scene
For the proper venue to enjoy a menu
From enchanted heads of cuisine.

CHAPTER SIX

A lop-sided sign stuck in the ground near the entrance read “The Burrow.”
Round the front door lay a jumble of wellington boots and a very rusty cauldron.

From here or there to the Weasley lair,
Take A to B—one to the other;
Name their joint to get to the point—
With muggles' invention's mother!

The pair on board the flying Ford
Crashed into the Whomping Willow—
In need of a trim after losing a limb
In a pluvial peccadillo...

With faces drawn, Harry and Ron—
Their grand tour ground to a stop—
Valiantly tried to salvage their ride,
Landing them right in the shop.

So browse the Burrow, nice and thorough;
You're cooking, so stir the pot
As if by magic—no gas or matchstick—
To make it piping hot.

CHAPTER FIVE

This is the Golden Snitch, and it's the most important ball of the lot.
It's very hard to catch because it's so fast and difficult to see.

Wit beyond measure is life's greatest treasure,
So seek out the wily witch
Who rose to the test of our locker quest
And snagged the golden snitch!

The effort conduces some Pumpkin Juices
Or a couple of Butterbeers,
So lift your glass to the top of the class—
“¡Salud!” “Sláinte!” “Cheers!”

CHAPTER FOUR

“These birds... they can’t just be for decoration,” said Hermione.
They watched the birds soaring overhead glittering—glittering?

On a side quest to seize the wingéd keys
And navigate Flitwick's trap,
Make like an owler to heed our Howler—
Inspect the Marauder's Map!

Searching for hints, a nice pair of prints
Will lead you right to the room;
Reach for the skies to claim a prize—
Choose either wand or broom!

CHAPTER THREE

“Boggarts like dark, enclosed spaces,” said Professor Lupin. “Wardrobes, the gap beneath beds,
the cupboards under sinks—I’ve even met one that had lodged itself in a grandfather clock.”

To face your fear, first make it appear;
It’s lurking behind the door—
So open your books, on tenterhooks,
To page three hundred and ninety-four.

Boggarts are ghoulish, so make 'em look foolish,
Then howl like a lunatic...
An “Expelliarmus” might render them harmless,
But “Riddikulus” should do the trick!

Pressed for time? Wait for the chime—
Heed the Professor’s words;
You'll be a lock to beat the clock
If you turn it back by thirds.

Plow your furrow to Hagrid's burrow
To prevent the full-moon fracas
An “Awooo!” or two ought to do
Against the lycanthrope animagus.

CHAPTER TWO

If anybody was looking for some stuff, then all they'd have to do would be to follow the spiders.

A plaintive moan attends the stone—
With an echo of ghastly reflection;
Avoid the glare of a deadly stare
After sliding past Filch’s detection.

Fomenting fears for fifty years—
Draconic nightmare fuel—
It traces a line to serpentine
And slither ‘round the school.

CHAPTER ONE

Only a person who wanted to find the Stone—find it, but not use it—would be able to get it.
That is one of my more brilliant ideas. And between you and me, that is saying something.

Darkness falls on Hogwarts’ halls—
The legend of evil awoken;
Make an end run to fend off the one
Whose name must never be spoken!

To defend these parts against the dark arts,
Grab your magic wand—
Then, to evoke an invisible cloak,
Just tiptoe, slink, and abscond.

Patrol the zone for the Sorcerer’s Stone
Using spells and trickery
To ply your knowledge at Dunwoody College
Of Witchcraft & Wizardry!