CHAPTER NINE
reddening. “You’re just worried I’m going to mess up your chances
of being Head Boy —”
“Five points from Gryffindor!” Percy said tersely, fingering his
prefect badge. “And I hope it teaches you a lesson! No more detec-
tive work, or I’ll write to Mum!”
And he strode off, the back of his neck as red as Ron’s ears.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione chose seats as far as possible from Percy
in the common room that night. Ron was still in a very bad tem-
per and kept blotting his Charms homework. When he reached
absently for his wand to remove the smudges, it ignited the parch-
ment. Fum