themselves hoarse k gryffindor now had four hundred and
seventy-two poihe same as slytheriied
for the house cup -- if only dumblediven harry just one
more point.
dumbledore raised his hand. the room gradually fell silent.
”there are all kinds e,” said dumbledore, smiling. ”it
takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our e just
as mud up to our friends. i therefore aoints
to mr. om.”
someoandihe great hall might well have thought
some sort of explosion had taken place, so loud was the
erupted from the gryffindor table. harry, roood up
to yell and eville, white with shock, disappeared under
a pile of people hugging him. he had never won so much as a point
fryffindor before. harry, still g, nudged ron in the
ribs a malfoy, who t have looked more stunned
and horrified if hed just had the body-bi on him.
”whis, dumbledore called over the storm of applause,
for even ravend hufflepuff were g the downfall of
slytherile ge of de.”
he clapped his hands. in an instant, the green hangings became
sd the silver became gold; the huge slytheri
varyffindor lion took its plaape
ralls hand, with a horrible, forced
smile. he caught harrys eye and harry k o snapes
feelings toward him hadnt e jot. this didnt worry
harry. it seemed as though life would be baal year,
or as normal as it ever was at hogwarts.
it was the best evening of harrys life, better than winning
at quidditas, out mountain trolls... he
would tonight.
harry had almotten that the exam results were still to
e, but e they did. treat surprise, both he and ron
passed with good marks; hermione, of course, had the best grades of
the first years. even neville scraped through, his gy
mark making up for his abysmal potiohey had hoped that
goyle, who was almost as stupid as he was mean, mi