It's Our Choices, More Than Anything, That

Harry: "and What If I Wave My Wand And Nothing Happens?” Ron: “throw It Away And Punch Him On The Nose.

Even The Weather Seemed To Be Celebrating; As June Approached, The Days Became Cloudless And Sultry, And All Anybody Felt Like Doing Was Strolling Onto The Grounds And Flopping Down On The Grass With Several Pints Of Iced Pumpkin Juice, Perhaps Playing A Casual Game Of Gobstones Or Watching The Giant Squid Propel Itself Dreamily Across The Surface Of The Lake.

Lee Jordan Was Finding It Difficult Not To Take Sides. 'so — After That Obvious And Disgusting Bit Of Cheating —' 'jordan!' Growled Professor Mcgonagall. 'i Mean After That Open And Revolting Foul —' 'jordan, I'm Warning You —' 'all Right, All Right. Flint Nearly Kills The Gryffindor Seeker, Which Could Happen To Anyone, I'm Sure, So A Penalty To Gryffindor, Taken By Spinnet, Who Puts It Away, No Trouble, And We Continue Play, Gryffindor Still In Possession.

Miss Granger, You Foolish Girl, How Could You Think Of Tackling A Mountain Troll On Your Own? Five Points Will Be Taken From Gryffindor For This,” Said Professor Mcgonagall. “i’m Very Disappointed In You.” Hermione Left. Professor Mcgonagall Turned To Harry And Ron. “well, I Still Say You Were Lucky, But Not Many First Years Could Have Taken On A Full-grown Mountain Troll. You Each Win Gryffindor Five Points.

Was It - Was She Making A Real Prediction?' Dumbledore Looked Mildly Impressed. 'do You Know, Harry, I Think She Might Have Been,' He Said Thoughtfully. 'who'd Have Thought It? That Brings Her Total Of Real Predictions Up To Two. I Should Offer Her A Pay Raise.