[ EU ] Hogwarts has decided to get High Speed Internet . It is your job to make sure the muggle IT guy installing the internet does not notice any magic .

`` Right this way, please,'' Dumbledore said, as he led the kind young man into the storage facility room found on the other side of the students' common room. The young IT man wore a checkered shirt, tucked into his pants that were worn well above his waistline; his hair was oddly brushed to the side, while leaving an explicit right-angle above the latter part of his head; he wore thick black-rim glasses and walked in a notable fashion. Dumbledore continued: 
 
 `` Over here is the surround sound system we use to notify the students that class is upon the hour,'' he pointed to an outstanding contraption that held no buttons or sirens, but a small deposit that was wide enough to fit a stick of some sort. 
 
 `` I've never seen one of those before,'' the IT man remarked, `` what brand is it?'' 
 
 `` This? Oh,'' Dumbledore hesitated, `` it's - it's a home-made instrument one of the alumni students made a few years back.'' 
 
 `` Wow!'' The IT man made his way towards it in peculiar steps for a closer inspection. `` It has no buttons,'' he remarked, `` how do you switch it on?'' 
 
 `` I'm not quite sure,'' Dumbledore replied, as he stressfully played with his beard. 
 
 `` Oh wow! A hole,'' the IT man stuck his finger in the socket. 
 
 `` No, do n't do that!'' Dumbledore pulled the IT man away from the contraption and towards a table upon which stood a single 1998 Windows Desktop, along with a few wires producing an interesting decoration. `` Could you just please set up the inner-netting over here, please.'' 
 
 `` The what?'' The IT man inquired. 
 
 `` You know, the thing I hired you to set up.'' 
 
 `` Oh, that's right!'' the IT man looked into his bag and pulled out a plain black box, `` the internet! I'm surprised you guys have n't had it installed yet. It's the 21st century for Pete's sake!'' He walked towards the table and searched for the broadband socket. Upon his search, he came across a single piece of wood that was long enough to be held by a single person. `` Wow! A stick!'' the IT man pulled it from under the table and held it towards Dumbledore in ecstatic joy. He began waving it around with aberrant admiration, until the Dumbledore interjected: 
 
 `` Leave that wand alone!'' 
 
 `` Leave the *what* alone?'' 
 
 `` Umm - nothing! Give me that!'' Dumbledore snatched the wand off the IT man. 
 
 `` Do n't play with things that are n't yours, umm,'' he paused, `` what's your name?'' 
 
 `` Ross.'' 
 
 `` Well do n't play with things that are n't yours, Ross. Now could you please begin setting up the interbox.'' 
 
 `` It's called the internet, you silly wizard-man.'' 
 
 `` Wizard? I'm not a wizard! What makes you think I'm a wizard?'' Dumbledore began to feel frightened, his tone gradually becoming more defensive. He began to rub his hands on his long robe while his breaths rapidly increased. 
 
 `` Your beard, of course!'' Ross began touching the beard. `` Wow! It's real!'' 
 
 `` Stop doing that! I'm not a wizard, I'm a headmaster! Now could you please set up the internet box already?'' 
 
 `` Okay.'' Ross bent over below the table and began fiddling around with the cables. 
 
 Upon his rummaging, a student barged through the facility room in distress. He had a lightning-shaped scar on his head, with round glasses and long duffle coat that covered his school uniform. 
 
 `` Professor! Professor!'' 
 
 `` What is it, Harry?'' Dumbledore asked. He was worried that Ross would start asking questions regarding the scar on his head, and so attempted to cut the conversation short. 
 
 `` Hermoine was experimenting on some spells and accidentally turned Ron into a frog! We tried to make him drink the recovery potion but he jumped out the window and is currently standing near the gate entrance.'' 
 
 `` There sure are a lot of wires over he -,'' Ross paused, `` Spells? Frogs? Jumping out a window near the gate entrance? Is he a wizard, too, mister headmaster?'' 
 
 Dumbledore looked Harry straight in the eyes in a glare of disappointment, then looked towards Ross: `` There are no wizards here! Harry was just describing a sport we play around here, uh -'Frogs and Windows'. Yeah, that's what it's called, Frogs & Windows.'' 
 
 `` Sounds fun! How do you play it?'' 
 
 `` Uh - well - uh, I mean, it's quite complicated -,'' 
 
 `` Professor! We have n't much time! What's the spell to convert him back to human?!'' Harry interrupted. 
 
 `` Oh, is that like a ref's rule? I'm not really good with sports. I once watched football but - it was n't for me.'' Ross cringed momentarily, then returned to setting up the internet. 
 
 `` Uh, yes, of course,'' Dumbledore continued, `` the rule is called *reverto humanus*, where the player is disqualified for misconduct.'' 
 
 `` We have n't got time for this professor! What's the name of the spell?'' Harry repeated the question in perpetual distress. 
 
 `` The rule, Harry,'' Dumbledore paused, stared Harry in the face, winked, then proceeded, `` is called *reverto humanus*.'' 
 
 `` I do n't understand, professor.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, me neither,'' Ross pointed out, `` why would you disqualify someone for being tuned into a frog? That seems really unfair to me. Then again, I do n't really know much about sports.'' He returned to setting up the internet box. 
 
 Dumbledore took a heavy sigh, then repeated: `` *reverto humanus. reverto humanus. reverto humanus*.'' 
 
 `` Professor, I do n't understand!'' 
 
 `` The spell is fucking called *reverto humanus*, you git!'' Dumbledore screamed. Harry stood in shock; he had never seen Dumbledore so out of character before. Ross began to hide under the table; he was not a fan of shouting. Harry, holding back his tears, ran out the door and to get Hermoine. 
 
 `` And you, stop asking questions and set up the internet!'' 
 
 `` Oh, I - I set it up a good ten minutes ago,'' Ross replied in intimidation, `` I was, uh, just interested in the sport. That's all.'' 
 
 `` Great. Thank you. Now please walk this way so I can give you your pay.'' Ross walked towards the door, still keeping a distance, until he reached the exit. 
 
 `` Oh, after you please.'' Ross walked out the door and stood there, waiting to get paid. 
 
 `` Oh, and before I forget: remember this stick you handed to me from below the table?'' 
 
 `` Of course! it's a very nice stick. I once had a similar stick when I was younger but then a person's dog ate it at the park. I looked for another stick but it was never the same.'' As Ross looked towards the floor in sadness, Dumbledore pointed the wand towards him. 
 
 `` Well you wo n't anymore,'' Dumbledore continued, `` *oblitus omnia*!''
