CHAPTER FIVE
“ It will be for Professor McGonagall to decide on these boys’ punishments, Severus,” said Dumbledore calmly.“ They are in her House and are therefore her responsibility.” He turned to Professor McGonagall.“ I must go back to the feast, Minerva, I’ ve got to give out a few notices. Come, Severus, there’ s a delicious-looking custard tart I want to sample—”
Snape shot a look of pure venom at Harry and Ron as he allowed himself to be swept out of his office, leaving them alone with Professor McGonagall, who was still eyeing them like a wrathful eagle.
“ You’ d better get along to the hospital wing, Weasley, you’ re bleeding.”
“ Not much,” said Ron, hastily wiping the cut over his eye with his sleeve.“ Professor, I wanted to watch my sister being Sorted—”
“ The Sorting Ceremony is over,” said Professor McGonagall.
“ Your sister is also in Gryffindor.”“ Oh, good,” said Ron.“ And speaking of Gryffindor—” Professor McGonagall said sharply, but Harry cut in:“ Professor, when we took the car, term hadn’ t started, so— so Gryffindor shouldn’ t really have points taken from it— should it?” he finished, watching her anxiously.
Professor McGonagall gave him a piercing look, but he was sure she had almost smiled. Her mouth looked less thin, anyway.
“ I will not take any points from Gryffindor,” she said, and Harry’ s heart lightened considerably.“ But you will both get a detention.”
It was better than Harry had expected. As for Dumbledore’ s writing to the Dursleys, that was nothing. Harry knew perfectly well they’ d just be disappointed that the Whomping Willow hadn’ t squashed him flat.
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