The Wizard And The Hopping Pot
written by (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Parvana ♥
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07/19/23
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Chapter 1
This story tells us about an old wizard who lived with his son a long time ago. He was a very kind person and he liked using his magical abilities to help his neighbors, most of whom are Muggles, with their problems. Rather than revealing the true source of his magic, he pretended that his all charms, antidotes, and potions came from a cauldron he called his lucky cooking pot. People came from far away to bring their problems to the wizard. He was pleased to stir his pot and cure them.
This wizard lived to a goodly age, and when he died, he left all of his possessions, including his pot, to his only son, whose personality was very different to his own. His son thought that those who could not perform magic were not worth helping or even dealing with. Upon his father's death, he found a small package inside the old cooking pot, bearing his name. When he opened it, he found a single soft, thick slipper, which was too small to wear. There was a note attached to the slipper, which read: "In the fond hope, my son, that you will never need it". He cursed his father's age-softened mind and threw the slipper back into the pot.
That night, a peasant woman knocked on his front door. "My granddaughter is afflicted by a crop of warts, sir," she told him. "Your father used to mix a special poultice in that old cooking pot ― "
"Be gone!" cried the son. "What care I for your brat's warts?"
And he slammed the door in the woman's face.
After closing the door on the old woman, the son heard a clacking noise in the kitchen and saw his pot had grown a foot and a case of warts. It was hopping in the middle of the floor, making a fearful noise. The son tried to vanish it, clean it and force it out of his house. None of his attempts were successful in stopping the pot from hopping and following the wizard wherever he went.
This wizard lived to a goodly age, and when he died, he left all of his possessions, including his pot, to his only son, whose personality was very different to his own. His son thought that those who could not perform magic were not worth helping or even dealing with. Upon his father's death, he found a small package inside the old cooking pot, bearing his name. When he opened it, he found a single soft, thick slipper, which was too small to wear. There was a note attached to the slipper, which read: "In the fond hope, my son, that you will never need it". He cursed his father's age-softened mind and threw the slipper back into the pot.
That night, a peasant woman knocked on his front door. "My granddaughter is afflicted by a crop of warts, sir," she told him. "Your father used to mix a special poultice in that old cooking pot ― "
"Be gone!" cried the son. "What care I for your brat's warts?"
And he slammed the door in the woman's face.
After closing the door on the old woman, the son heard a clacking noise in the kitchen and saw his pot had grown a foot and a case of warts. It was hopping in the middle of the floor, making a fearful noise. The son tried to vanish it, clean it and force it out of his house. None of his attempts were successful in stopping the pot from hopping and following the wizard wherever he went.
The next morning, an old man came to look for help. He had lost his donkey and could not go to the market without it to fetch food for his starving family. The son closed the door on him as well, and afterwards the pot started making sounds like a donkey.
That evening, a young woman came knocking on the door, hoping the wizard could cure her sick baby. But again, the wizard ignored her and he shut the door on her. And now the pot began to fill up with salt water, and slopped tears all over the floor as it hopped and brayed, groaned and sprouted even more warts.
The wizard could not sleep or eat while the pot kept hopping beside him, but the pot refused to leave, and the wizard still could not silence it or force it to be still.
Finally, the son could not take it any longer. He called all his neighbors and used his magic to help cure their problems. As the people's troubles began to fade away the pot started emptying, until at last out popped the mysterious slipper — one that perfectly fitted the foot of the now-quiet pot. Together the two of them returned to the wizards home and he helped the villagers from that day forward.
That evening, a young woman came knocking on the door, hoping the wizard could cure her sick baby. But again, the wizard ignored her and he shut the door on her. And now the pot began to fill up with salt water, and slopped tears all over the floor as it hopped and brayed, groaned and sprouted even more warts.
The wizard could not sleep or eat while the pot kept hopping beside him, but the pot refused to leave, and the wizard still could not silence it or force it to be still.
Finally, the son could not take it any longer. He called all his neighbors and used his magic to help cure their problems. As the people's troubles began to fade away the pot started emptying, until at last out popped the mysterious slipper — one that perfectly fitted the foot of the now-quiet pot. Together the two of them returned to the wizards home and he helped the villagers from that day forward.
