This certain season surely sees several sad smiles as some poor people are powerfully overpowered by perfect pity for for … unfortunately, no one knows the neutral nature of this mad mood. Some scientists seriously think that there is a little link linking the atmosphere outside with our own atmosphere inside. Good conditions are carelessly confirmed by clever cheerfulness while wet weather will welcome our worrying weakness. Simple strategies are secretly thought up such as musing over moody

The sunny sun has definitely decided to dutifully dwell above our happy heads. After an awful June and a jolly July, an attractive August obviously overwhelms all. Selected sun beams brilliantly bring bright days and dandy nights not needing any helpful heating. Mad mosquitoes are made terribly drowsy and fantastically forget to stunningly sting us. Successful snails are surely sedated by the dry days and daringly die in the angry attempt to aggressively attack and eagerly eat plenty plants.

(Germany) This World Championship in South Africa certainty had more than just one surprising winner. Not only was a European team able to collect the trophy – well at least a copy of it – on another continent, not only did Spain win the cup (and saucer, we assume, maybe even a teaspoon …) for the first time, but one astonishing animal was able to predict the correct outcome of all German matches and even the final.
Paul the octopus (an animal with four arms and four legs and never even remotely related to the pus on your lap) had never ever even seen a football match before when he was persuaded to make a guess about the winner of the upcoming match of the German team and still he was right. He was right every single time he guessed and by doing so scored more points than Brian and Mike together.
As witches and wizards you will certainly ask this one question: Who would ever choose an octopus for an animagus? We do have to admit that we don’t know. Fact is that it seems very likely considering the results of the octopus. At least we thought so until we had talked to our head mathematician.
“The probability to guess correctly: 50% if you have to decide between two teams,” our head mathematician explained. He also added that the chance of guessing correctly remained 50% on the previous guesses had no influence on the future guesses.
“It’s as if you have to balls (don’t think about it). One is red and one is green (still don’t think about it). If you draw one blindly from a box, you have a 50% chance that it is green and

(Our Office) As all our attentive readers know, we re-designed our office as a garden. Gardens have a nearly therapeutic function at times: They offer an oasis of tranquillity in these troubled times. However, some garden-inhabitants are hellbent on disturbing the bucolean peace.
Surely you, too, encountered the creatures we are referring to: Snails. They look so innocent and helpless when they slowly creep along. It seems as if they could never do any harm, or at least come too late to accomplish any mischief. But whenever you plant some nice new plants, possibly carefully nurtured until they looked sturdy enough to survive outside a sheltered room, snails are lurking to give in to their dark desires.
In a matter of one night, nothing is left of your plants but sad empty stems. There is not much to do against the slimy enemy: You can try to make them drown themselves in beer or poison them somehow. But neither method is effective.
We thought of something fast, effective and entirely natural. Our idea is, basically, "hit the snail". Of course it is highly impractical to wait up for the snail to beat it with a shovel or the like. Besides, it would be cruel and downright disgusting. No, we thought of using natural resources: lightning!

You see, there is a way to win over the snails. Never give in - remember that, here and in any other case, Resistance Rocks! (BC&MF)

Excerpt of Mike’s Diary
(On Holiday) This year we’ve learnt quite a lot and naturally tried to pass our newly gathered knowledge on ton our dear readers, however, this time we’d like to present a short excerpt of Mike’s diarey so that you know what really is important – not only on holiday:

Dear diary,

Today was a very exciting day: Our food supplies had almost vanished into thin air (or fat bellies). So far we had managed something: being among Muggles every day not doing any magic, we even somehow managed to survive the ladybirds, but hunger, well, impossible!

We are soon about to leave this beautiful country with all of its windmills                                                                        photo: UF
Again we stepped into a muggle shop and we shopped as if there was no tomorrow, actually, that probably is what advertisers would have wanted. As specialists in the field of Muggles we resisted.
Eating, however, is something we cannot resist and therefore we went out for a bite of lunch. We had rolls with chicken and

The last edition of broom revealed that professor Snape had caught Greg in the act of doing very evil dark magic, however, he did not punish the boy. Read on and find out whether Greg used this second chance which had been given to him.
It was Greg’s sixth term. He discovered a new field of interest: Girls. Actually, he had never cared much about girls. He had been much too busy to notice any young beauty around him. As wise readers of broom you will be well aware that it takes two to tango. The young beauties around him had not yet exactly noticed Greg.
This provided him with enough with enough time to select the right candidate. This turned out to be harder than he had thought: The most beautiful also was the most talkative. That was no go for the rather quiet Greg, then again, next to her even Xantippa Fudge appears rather quiet.
Another pretty girl was obsessed with Quidditch or maybe it was only the team captain and ot so much the game itself.