Book: In porri Gutter and the stone philosopher

Well went. Here I am, said "go" and went. I am. How to say that will. Went, so went the talk. And then some just to chat, and as to the case, so will not wait on them. I don't like this. I know what it is? I like to say, so I will. - Throughout the monologue, "sir" did not budge.

Well, it's still not Buckingham Palace, but Phony alley. Phony from the word... well, you understand. And in this case everything is made clear. "Guessing 100%" means at random, that is, from the bulldozer that has been done. What do you think?

- And where you can get cash from... uh-uh... parent cards? - gently asked in porri.
- Best Bank "Prevots". It is the most reliable Bank. Triple check all transactions! solemnly said the Harley and dragged the boy behind him.
- Uh-uh... M-m-m... Triple check? And not there as some kind of agreement to not triple? Or, say, completely without checking? And then I'm in a hurry...

Miniature elves and fairies were lined up in ads: "If you're a magician, please visit our store!", "Conjure the woman, conjure the grandfather, with toothpaste "Blendamed"" and finally the "Map "of Magistra" will protect your money from black magic and hyperinflation!"

- What is?! How can that be?! What the spell is?
- "Molotov cocktail", without going into details, replied the young specialist for breaking magical locks along with the doors.

- I don't know that the road is so long you'll be. But we soon come, right?
We, in fact, already several times came carelessly replied Harley, but you were so interesting that I allowed myself to do a couple of laps. What to do? By the way, here we are again.

Datatimer, the most mysterious school faculty, more recently, modestly called Automator. Twenty years ago, scared Motivator Dean of Automator spell on themselves, their name and their faculty so that the Enemy Wizards can't find them. The spell was so powerful that since then, the Department could not find one, and the students and teachers of Datatimer adapted to spend the night in the corridors and backrooms of Perverts. In fact, nobody still couldn't find and the Dean of Datatimer, as well as to speak his name. Of Datatimer came out timid and secretive wizards, magical powers which remained the same mystery as the whereabouts of the fourth Department.

The least prestigious faculty of Perverts was Certcc. At first he had a proud, beautiful and very long name that nobody can remember. On the question "what is this school called?" they all said, "God knows how" that eventually prevailed in Certican and original title could not remember even the founding faculty of the witch. Dean Certicate - the main brake of the school, a huge and clumsy Rasunda was phenomenally stupid magician, received the post of Dean due to his family connections with the Prime Minister Tetralin Kvadratom. Graduates Certicate constantly confused spells and ingredients, periodically causing global cataclysms. In fact, to build a cataclysm of magic was considered a good achievement, but when an adult wizard is going to water my garden in Yorkshire, and it turns out the flood in Yakutia, a - agree, it's overrated.

Almost a thousand years ago on the Great Jubilee Sabbath has met four magician-loser - two old witches, whom no one took seriously, and two broken witch, always potassii curse and curse, and so to lose all customers. After a night of orgiastic pleasures (bottle of egg liqueur in Prague for four and the game snap until the morning) tired of mages struck a crazy idea. Hitting the hands, they looked after abandoned castle, somehow it was repaired, placed ads in the owl's newsletters (the"Perverts! Here your children will be taught the best way to settle what you should certainly not be worse") and prepared for the next failure. However, after three days the lock was jumped by a Scottish Lord-warlock, threw freshly-baked teachers hard Swarovski purse, was taken off the horse a dozen different kids, snapped: "a year was the same!", - and sped back home to fight with the neighboring feudal mulami.

In porri dreamed of magical animals that were chasing Harley in the synchrotron. The teacher raced on his motorcycle faster and faster and in the end, shouting "I'm an intermediate double-ve boson! What can I do?" turned into an owl and flew away.

Well, I really liked it. What do you think? It was nice just to go on a family holiday. And... A-Ah!
Harley climbed on the table and opened his eyes the newcomer Kisara.
Of MRA, said the cat, looking at Harley, and MRA of MRA.
- This is a cat - said the teacher of the treatment of animals. - This is a real live cat.
- Cat - confirmed surprised in porri.
But it's the same beast - resentfully said Harley. Dick, Mary, why didn't you tell me that you have the beast?
- But you teach treatment of animals! - cried the boy. - And you... afraid?!
- I'm scared to death, ' said the psychoanalyst. - What to do? Otherwise, how could I semireflexivity? What do you think?
Harley nervously jumped on the bike and looked sternly at in porri:
- In a week. Don't be late! And don't bring the beast! came to Gattarov the receding voice of the psychoanalyst-lover. - And if you take... what?... What do you think?... And what to do...

- So here you are! Good position. All areas of the approaching owls sweep, hipogriff also not too well, and the dragon... well, what dragon? If the dragon, all full of pretzel, there's no strategy will help. Hurl, you can just Harley. So I wish you the science-technology to learn, and the ancestors of any kind? I want to send you into a miracle Yudo-school Perverts?
- Yes! And it will send! And what do you do?
- And nothing to do, go to school. Here I grew up with dreamt of becoming a psychoanalyst, and I was sent to Perverts. What do you think? Now I am a teacher of the school. And, you think, - teacher, what? Of psychoanalysis? And here have not guessed. A good teacher-if possible-treatment-with-magic-if-they-wrong-animals, in both. Well, what do you think about this?

In two hours you have in porri numb feet and hands, and the magic vision began to haunt green devils - just like uncle Petroff.

- It is very good! The verse says: "You enchant me in the silence of the barn...".
- Oh, you shouldn't turn him on. Disappoint before it's too late. One trouble with these mortals: first priverage, then akruti, and then the eye blink of an eye as he died. And again, all over again! Only a love potion to waste...