If I had a lot of money to donate, I would first

help my family, friends, and people close to

me. It would help institutions of autistic and
disabled children. People with cancer, and
with all kinds of diseases. Helping others is
good for us too.
Good evening Muggles, Today I´m going to
presente the tale called “The Wizard and the
hopping pot”.
Once upon a time there was a very old and
kind Wizard that used his magic for his
neighbours benefits, he used to pretend that
all his magic came from, what he called his
Lucky cooking pot.
But then, he died and left all his things to his
only son. The problem started because the
son didn’t share the same beliefs as his
father, and didn’t want to help his neighbours.
After his father’s death he found a slipper
inside the old cooking pot, that the father left
to him, hoping he would never need it. The
son, with anger, threw the slipper back into
the couldron.

Firstly a woman knocked at his door and said

that her granddaughter was afflicted by a
crop of warts, and asked for the son’s help,
he declined helping her that he didn’t care
about her problems and slammed the door in
her face. Then, suddenly a loud noise came
from the pot, and for the son’s surprise, a
single foot sprouted from the pot, and also
the pot was covered in warts. He tried to use
magic to clean it or to make it go away, but
none of his spells worked, and he couldn’t
even prevent the pot from hopping after him
all day long.
Then na old man was the one who knocked
next, talking about his missing donkey, which
was importante because it used to bring food
for his Family, and without it, they were
hungry, the son also slammed the door in his
face. The pot came hopping after him with
the brays of a donkey and human grounds of
hunger, the son tried to stop it, but once
again, he couldn’t.
After that, there was another knock at his
door, and it was a woman sobling and saying
that her baby was very ill, but the son,
slammed the door on her, and now the pot
had tears all over at as it hopped, brayed,
groand and sprouted more warts.
No more villagers came to the Wizard doors,
but the pot kept him informed of their mony
ills making a loto f noise. The wizard couldn’t
sleep or eat with the pot hopping beside him,
and he couldn’t silence it. Til lhe decided to
help hes neighbours and ran up the street
casting spells in every direction with the pot,
and as the people were cured, the pot started
to become quiet and clean.
Then the pot burped out the slipper and
permetted him to fit it on his only foot, then
trey came home and sudden the pot’s foot
disappeared and from that day foward, he
decided to help the villagers like his own
father used to.

The moral of the tale is that it’s bad for your

own self not helping the others.

Questions:

What happened when the son decided to

throw the slipper away?
Answer: A single foot sprouted from the pot.

What was the name the fold Wizard called his

couldron?
Answer: His Lucky cooking pot.