“Hagrid no, get away from me with that spatula,” calmly said Dumbledore. Harry smiled. His teeth fell out. “The goblet was always a part of us, DumblyDoor. Now, you will get yours.” Dumbledore calmly smiled. He said calmly, “Harry, abacadabra.” Harry calmly fell, sobbing, to the calm floor. He calmly sobbed “No, DumblySmore! My only weakness! The tickles.” Everyone calmly laughed. The walls calmly laughed. Harry’s skin began peeling. Dumbledore shed a tear and calmly walked out the door, Hagrid’s calm spatula in hand. Hagrid danced.