Dumbledore and Prisoner's Barbecue

“Really, in prison?” said Harry “Yes, Harry, barbecue was invented in Azkaban”. The headmaster loaded an additional 50 kgs to his squat bar. “Why are you looking at me with those dewy eyes? Come spot me!” Harry was flabbergasted by Dumbledore’s words. “But…how? It makes no fucking sense, sir…” “2 words: barbs & cues. Isn’t it obvious? It started as a habit to cook them meats on them barbed wires while leaving no cues behind, so they won’t be kissed and shit”. Harry started gnawing on a protein earwax candy bar. “You’re such a moron sometimes, sir”. Then, he spotted him.