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 Ron nodded in agreement. "Yeah, mate. Lizard or not, you're still Harry."
 
 Harry managed a small, grateful hiss. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. But as he looked up at the staff table, he saw Professor Snape staring at him, an unreadable expression on his face. And Harry knew, with a certainty that chilled his cold blood, that his transformation was only the beginning of his troubles. The hunt for the artifact, and the cure, was on.
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+Narrator: Then a knight make a fuss a group called themself "Monty Python" looking for a holly grail
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+Characters: As the Hogwarts Express rumbled towards the castle, Harry's newfound reptilian senses were assaulted by the various smells and sounds of the train. The scent of butterbeer wafted from the nearby carriages, mingling with the aroma of fresh parchment and old books. He could hear the murmur of conversations, the clink of teacups, and the occasional burst of laughter.
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+Suddenly, the door to their compartment slid open with a bang. Standing in the doorway was a tall, imposing figure clad in medieval armor, complete with a conical helmet and a large sword strapped to his back. His visor was up, revealing a stern face with a thick mustache.
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+"Ahoy there!" the knight declared in a booming voice. "I seek the Holy Grail!"
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+Harry and Dumbledore exchanged bewildered glances. Dumbledore stood up slowly, his hand on his staff. "I'm afraid you're mistaken," he said cautiously. "This is a magical train headed to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
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+The knight ignored him, his gaze falling on Harry. "You there! Lizard boy! Have you seen the Holy Grail?"
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+Harry blinked, momentarily at a loss for words. "Uh...no? I just woke up like this today. And I don't know what a Holy Grail is."
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+The knight's mustache twitched. "It's the cup that Jesus drank from at the Last Supper. Quite important for my quest."
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+Dumbledore stepped forward, his voice taking on an edge of authority. "Sir Knight, I believe you may have taken the wrong train. The Hogwarts Express doesn't typically attract seekers of religious artifacts."
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+The knight waved a gauntleted hand dismissively. "Nonsense! This is clearly the right path. I can feel it in my codpiece!"
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+Just then, another figure appeared behind the knight - a short man with wild hair and a wide grin. He was wearing a colorful tunic and held a lute in his hands. "Ah, good sirs!" he called out merrily. "We are the Knights who say 'Ni'! We seek the Holy Grail as well!"
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+More armored figures piled into the compartment, each one more bizarre than the last. One had a rubber chicken strapped to his back, another wore a dress made of coconuts, and yet another had a fake nose on the end of a stick.
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+"Excuse me," Dumbledore said firmly, raising his staff. "But this is highly irregular. We are not part of your quest."
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+The first knight turned to him, a glint of mischief in his eye. "Oh yes you are! For we challenge you to...a game!"
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+Harry's tongue flickered out nervously as the knights began to chant in unison: "Bring out your dead! Bring out your dead!"
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+Dumbledore sighed heavily. "Gentlemen, I assure you, we have no corpses to present. Now if you would kindly leave our compartment..."
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+The knight with the rubber chicken stepped forward, holding it aloft. "Very well then! You shall be presented with this fine specimen of poultry instead!"
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+As chaos erupted in the compartment, Harry couldn't help but feel a strange sense of familiarity. These knights...they seemed oddly familiar. Almost like something out of a dream he'd once had.
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+Suddenly, the knight with the coconut dress pointed at Harry. "Look! A lizard boy! He must be a guardian of the Holy Grail!"
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+Before Harry could protest, the knights began circling him, their swords drawn in mock combat. One of them called out: "What's your name?"
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+"Harry!" he replied instinctively.
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+"HARRY?!" they chorused back at him in unison.
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+As the knights continued their absurd antics, Dumbledore turned to Harry with a resigned expression. "It seems we've stumbled into an alternate reality, Harry. One where the lines between magic and...comedy are somewhat blurred."
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+Harry's new reptilian eyes widened as he realized the truth. "Wait...are these the Monty Python guys?"
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+Dumbledore nodded gravely. "Indeed. And I fear we're in for quite the adventure before we reach Hogwarts."
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