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The Whomping Willow
"AndspeakingofGryffindor-"ProfessorMcGonagallsaidsharply, butHarrycutin:"Professor,whenwetookthecar,termhadn’tstarted,so-soGryffindorshouldn’treallyhavepointstakenfromit-shouldit?"hefinished,watchingheranxiously.
ProfessorMcGonagallgavehimapiercinglook,buthewassureshehadalmostsmiled.Hermouthlookedlessthin,anyway.
"IwillnottakeanypointsfromGryffindor,"shesaid,andHarry’sheartlightenedconsiderably."Butyouwillbothgetadetention." ItwasbetterthanHarryhadexpected. AsforDumbledore’swritingtotheDursleys,thatwasnothing.Harryknewperfectlywellthey’djustbedisappointedthattheWhompingWillowhadn’tsquashedhimflat.
ProfessorMcGonagallraisedherwandagainandpointeditatSnape’sdesk.Alargeplateofsandwiches,twosilvergoblets,andajugoficedpumpkinjuiceappearedwithapop.
"Youwilleatinhereandthengostraightuptoyourdormitory,"shesaid."Imustalsoreturntothefeast."
Whenthedoorhadclosedbehindher,Ronletoutalong,lowwhistle.
"Ithoughtwe’dhadit,"hesaid,grabbingasandwich.
"SodidI,"saidHarry,takingone,too.
"Canyoubelieveourluck,though?"saidRonthicklythroughamouthfulofchickenandham. "FredandGeorgemust’veflownthatcarfiveorsixtimesandnoMuggleeversawthem." Heswallowedandtookanotherhugebite."Whycouldn’twegetthroughthebarrier?"
