Harris bin Potter And The Stoned Philosopher/ Chapter 1: The Boy Who Tak Mati, Siol!




Harris bin Potter is not your average boy.

For one, he is an orphan. His parents, Pakcik and Makcik Potter, had died of very bad food poisoning when he was only a year old. At least, that was what his aunt, Cik Petom, told him.

“It was very bad satay from Johor,” she had told Harris. “I’ve tried the satay from that stall before. Tak sedap lah! Tastes like pantat!”

When Harris heard this speech, he wondered two things: one, how Cik Petom even knew how pantat tasted like, and two, why she didn’t drop dead when she too had eaten that infernal satay from Johor.

Indeed, Harris hated the nasi lemak out of his aunt, and not without reason.

Since the unfortunate death of his parents, Harris had been under the care of his Uncle Pandir and his Aunt Petom. In actuality, ‘under the care’ is a grossly inaccurate statement. Harris was more often than not under their only son, Dumbass. Literally.

And this was a particularly unpleasant situation because: one, nobody likes to be sat on, and two, because Dumbass weighed a hundred kilos.

And when Dumbass was not sitting on him, Harris was badly mistreated by his aunt and uncle. They would talk rudely to him, not let him watch television and make him do all the house chores. For a boy of eleven years, in an age of Playstation 3 and where TV no longer had Aksi Mat Yoyo, this was a foul, miserable existence.

One reason why his relatives abuse him is perhaps because Harris had special abilities. No, it wasn’t that he was particularly good at sepak takraw, or could preside over a void deck soccer match, or could play the guitar particularly well.

What made Harris really special was that he was a wizard.

He wasn’t exactly a full-fledged one yet, but he was learning to be one at Hog-Tak-Halal-What School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a secret school of magic situated in The PIE. Since this story is written from a Singaporean perspective, most people assume that the school is somewhere along the famed Pan-Island Expressway. The school is however, located on a real pie, called The PIE – block letters to highlight its significance as a locale. Where The PIE is, only witches and wizards would know. How a grand castle could stand erect (hee hee) on a squishy pie (hee hee), only witches and wizards would know. How nobody ever noticed a bloomin’ castle in Singapore, again, only witches and wizards would know.


Harris’ first day there was literally the most magical experience in his life, hitherto. The school had sent their janitor, the half-giant Hamid, to retrieve Harris from the residence of his Uncle Pandir’s.

The above-mentioned retrieval had been a fiasco. Even that notion would be debated as an understatement in some quarters. Uncle Pandir, an air-conditioning technician (a cruder term for his job would be ‘air-con repairer’), had mocked Hamid’s lowly and common-grade occupation as a school janitor. Hamid furiously corrected Uncle Pandir, saying that he is a ‘Hygiene Officer In A Magical School’ and that his duties included ‘carefully arranging the magic brooms in the right closets’.

Uncle Pandir remained lost in thought for a good two minutes before saying, “I carefully arranged my magic broom in your mother’s closet last night.”

Hamid had roared loudly at the insult to his mother, while Aunt shrieked even louder at the thought of her husband cheating on her with a half-giant’s mother.

Hamid then withdrew a singular satay stick, pointed it at Dumbass, and waved it as he exclaimed, “Mangkuk, siol!” Harris could only watch, half in awe and half in delighted amusement, as Dumbass shrunk, and transformed into a singular brown porcelain bowl.

With that, Hamid grabbed Harris, and fled.

Harris was still laughing as Hamid reached the outskirts of the HDB estate.

“Don’t worry,” Hamid said. “He’ll be back to normal in…” Hamid paused, and was obviously counting in his head. The half-giant finally held up two fingers – “In three minutes.”

“I’m not worried about that la,” Harris said, smiling. He was exhilarated at finally being away from his Uncle Pandir, his Aunt Petom and his dumbass cousin Dumbass. “Where are we going from here?”

“I’m going to send you back to where you truly belong – the world of magic. And your first stop, Hog-Tak-Halal-What.”

“Hamid, I know it’s tak halal. Hogs, boars – pigs. All tak halal.”

“No, Harris. It’s a school. Hog-Tak-Halal-What School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”

“Well, it’s a stupid name for a school,” Harris muttered under his breath.

Hamid continued, “I took the liberty of getting you your school essentials. It will be waiting for you in school. I studied there too, Harris. You’d love it there.”

Harris held on to Hamid as he magically teleported them away from Tampines, where his relatives had stayed, with his (Hamid’s) magical satay stick. Magical teleportation was an uncomfortable experience, and Harris closed his eyes as he braced himself for the trip.

When he opened his eyes again, he was on a winding dirt path that cut into a forest and led to a grand stone castle.

Harris gazed, open-mouthed in awe, at the majestic castle. It rose high above the trees, reaching for the clouds but failing. Still, it was probably higher than Bukit Timah.

“Welcome to The PIE,” Hamid said grandly. “And before you, is the magnificent Hog-Tak-Halal-What School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”

Harris stepped toward it, but his feet sank into brown, soft, squishy soil.

“It’s a mudPIE,” Hamid told Harris a few seconds too late.


Before Harris went further, Hamid stopped him again. “I’m guessing your aunt and uncle didn’t tell you, Harris. Your parents were murdered by a dark and powerful wizard.”

“So he was the one who made the satay? Damn that bastard from Johor!”

“No! No! There was no satay from Johor involved. This wizard personally killed your parents!” Hamid looked kindly into Harris’ face. Right now, it was a face that wore a pained expression.

“What was his name?” The words came out slowly from Harris, through a veil of controlled rage.

“Oldermat,” Hamid replied.

“Which mat? Who’s he older than?”

“No, that’s his name. Oldermat. Thing is, on the night he tried to kill your parents, he also tried to kill you. But he failed. He failed, Harris! Like a Mat trying to do advanced Mathematics, he failed. And people say he’s now dead, thanks to you.”

Harris only stared wordlessly as he tried to digest all of this.

“You’re the boy who tak mati, siol!”

Read Chapter 2: Block 4, Tampines Street 24

Read Chapter 3: The Sorting Songkok

43 thoughts on “Harris bin Potter And The Stoned Philosopher/ Chapter 1: The Boy Who Tak Mati, Siol!

  1. Funny, too damn funny. Please continue writing.


    1. Thank you! Chapter 2 coming after the weekend!


      1. Cool….looking forward for the Chapter on Monday then….:) Thumbs up..


  2. two enthusiastic thumbs up! looking forward to the next one!


    1. Thanks guys! I’ve attended a few events by insurgence, and I leave each one having a good time. Keep up the good work!


  3. useless piece of material. now we know why singaporeans wont succeed in life


    1. Hahaha chill out little girl, you can’t make sweeping judgements like that. Sorry I didn’t approve your second message, it wasn’t very respectful.


  4. Haha its really good. Keep it up!!


    1. Thank you for that. Might have made fun of you a little in the text.


  5. Not really my cup of tea but its witty and creative, and THOSE aspects I enjoyed :) Keep it up!


    1. Good to hear nonetheless (: Will try getting you your cup of tea sometime in the future!


  6. gave me a good laugh on a crappy day =)


    1. Glad to be of service. Well Thursday’s over and the weekend is here! Put those crappy days behind you!


  7. The joyful one March 7, 2013 — 9:12 pm

    HAHA zomg I simply cannot wait for Chapter 2! This is beyond hilarious lol what a masterpiece!


    1. Thank you for that! Chapter 2 will be out after this coming weekend. Keep your eyes peeled!


  8. Hilarious! This version is ohsem.my aunt who stayed in sgp shared this.keep writing!


    1. Hahah thank you! If your aunt is from Singapore, where are you from – may I ask?


      1. I am malaysian. My grandma and my dad’s sisters stYed in sgp.just went back on cny to visit.anyhoo..keep posting.love the story :)




    1. Please come back to life for Chapter 2 coming out after the coming weekend (:


  10. I laughed so much this is incredible! Hilarious beyond belief. TAK MATI SIOL


    1. Glad you liked it! I am jealous of your extensive traveling by the way. Love the blog! So visually arresting.


  11. The infamous Harris Bin Potter story of yours.. Finally I managed to read it.. Nice one bro!


  12. “You’re the boy who tak mati, siol!”

    Made me laugh out loud for at least a good two minutes. Well done!


    1. Hahaha glad you liked it! Chapter 2 after the weekend!


  13. I found a picture of Harris


  14. this is too damn good

    i want to meet you in person and shake your hand



  15. Alamak abang, awesome man. Keep writing man!
    Support you


  16. HAHAHAHAHA I love this!! Can’t stop laughing! Love your sense of humour!


  17. This brilliant!! Please dont stop! I am still reeling from laughter!


  18. Suff, my colleagues are enjoying your work. :) Remember me?


  19. one word. kelaka bak hang! keep it up! waiting chap two!


  20. just found this. LOL! macam sial! ;)


  21. hahahaha very funny oi


  22. Even though i’m not malay, still funny siol LOL HAHAHAHA Nice imagination, I like. :D


  23. Hello! I am a vey avid fan of Harry Potter but now I am also a fan of Harris bin Potter! Its really funny and had me laughing alone on the way to work earlier! Can’t wait to continue reading the next few chapters once I have finished work! ;)


  24. Reblogged this on Geek and proud and commented:
    This is probably one of the best rewriting works I have ever read. I love the Malay-nizing Suffian does to one of the world most famed book series out there. Funny, relatable, and totally and utterly awesome. Best, siol ;)


  25. Awesome piece of work :D
    Didn’t have time to read it finish (due to being caught up with work) but will definitely bookmark this one! (To read when I’m free)
    The parts that I read really made me laugh though :D
    All the best!!!


  26. Great piece Harris Bin Potter!!! Very creative and definitely got my attention. Rewritting what’s on your mind is definitely hilarious. You have my satay stick for sure!!!


  27. Great read bro.love that malay flavor.


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