"Be careful, 'arry," whispered Hagrid in a voice the entire room could hear. "Don' tell anyone yer goin' ter look fer th' Lost Garbanzo." Goyle smirked at Hagrid's dim wits, but Draco shot Harry a sharp look at the mention of the legendary legume. ***
"I don't know, Harry," said Hermione. She set down a thick tome, capping a pile of books almost as tall as she. "Even Doctor Gargleflop's Lexicon of Things Vegetablish doesn't mention the Lost Garbanzo. Maybe it really is just a story."
"No," Harry said. A familiar determined look gleamed in his eyes. "It is real, and I'm going to find it."
"Merlin's toes!" said Ron. "Look at Ravenclaw's bludger assault! It's unstoppable!"
"Ron," Hermione said, annoyance in her voice, "what does this matter if You-Know-Who finds the chickpea Harry's mum was preparing for dinner when he attacked?"
"Only a truly open mind could conceive of the Lost Garbanzo being transfigured into a chick made of peas," Dumbledore said to the assembled professors. "By reassembling the peas, Harry Potter has saved Hogwarts yet again. A thousand points to Gryffindor!" Everyone cheered. Snape glowered.
"And all the Slytherin students will get wasps for Christmas," Dumbledore said. "Just because."