Ron-Weasly book 1

The screams that rose from the table where I was sitting probably reached the enchanted ceiling. At least the stars on the ceiling began to tremble. I could clearly hear Percy shouting non-stop to the other prefects.:

"This is my brother! My little brother! He won McGonagall's enchanted chess game!"

Finally, there was silence again.

"Further... Miss Hermione Granger" Said Dumbledore. "For the ability to use cold logic in the face of flames, I award the Gryffindor house fifty points."

Hermione covered her face with her hands.

Did she cry? Something unimaginable was happening at our table — in one minute the faculty earned a hundred points.

"And finally, Mr. Harry Potter" Dumbledore announced, and there was absolute silence in the hall. "For iron self-control and fantastic bravery, I award the Gryffindor house sixty points."

The noise was deafening. Everyone who could count and yell hoarsely at the same time had already realized that Gryffindor now had four hundred and seventy-two points. That is, the same amount as Slytherin. We almost won the competition between the faculties. If only Dumbledore had given Harry another point...

Dumbledore raised his hand. The hall began to quiet down.

"Bravery can be different." Dumbledore was still smiling. "You have to be brave enough to stand up to the enemy. But it takes no less courage to stand up to your friends! And for that, I award ten points to Mr. Neville Longbottom."

If someone had been standing outside the doors of the Great Hall, they would have thought that an explosion had occurred here, so violently did the headmaster react to the words at the Gryffindor table. Harry, Hermione, and I jumped up and applauded Neville, cheering him on. And Neville, all white with amazement, disappeared under the students who rushed to hug him. Before that, he had only earned points in Herbology when Hermione refused to answer the teachers' questions. He's too insecure. Besides, Hermione always answers first in herbology.

Harry, still applauding, poked me in the ribs and nodded at Malfoy. He looked so confused and scared, as if Hermione had cast a spell on him that had completely paralyzed his body.

"So," Dumbledore shouted loudly, trying to drown out the applause, which was only intensified by the fact that the Ravenclaw and Halfpuff houses were also cheering over Slytherin's defeat. "So we need to change the scenery."

He clapped his hands, and the green and silver banner hanging from the wall turned scarlet and gold, and the huge snake disappeared, and the giant lion of Gryffindor appeared instead. Snape extended his hand to Professor McGonagall and began shaking it with a forced smile.

We started celebrating the victory and the end of the school year. Kidney pudding come to me. And a chicken. And potatoes. Damn, Harry had given himself very little again. I handed him a chicken leg. Let him eat. The next day, we were informed of the exam results.

Harry and I got good grades, and Hermione, of course, became the best student. Even Neville managed to pass the exams somehow: His good grade for herbology made up for his incredibly poor grade for potions. Harry and I hoped that Goyle — who was as dumb as he was mean — would be expelled. But he also somehow managed to pass the exams. It was a shame, but as I rightly pointed out, you can't get everything at once.

Just a few minutes after the announcement of the exam results, all the cupboards were empty, the suitcases were packed, and Neville's toad was caught trying to escape through a hole in the toilet wall. All students were given warnings that they should not resort to magic during the holidays. Of course, you can do magic in our house, but mom is against the use of magic by children.

"And I was hoping that they would forget to give us these pieces of paper at least once." Fred remarked sadly.

We boarded a horseless carriage and drove to Hogsmeade. The students boarded the train, chatting and laughing. Outside, the wilderness gave way to manicured fields and neat houses. We ate candy together as we drove past Muggle towns, and then we took off our robes and put on jackets. Finally, the train pulled up to platform nine and three quarters of King's Cross station.

It took us a long time to leave the platform. A wise old caretaker stood in front of the exit, releasing the children in twos and threes so that they would not attract the attention of Muggles.

If a crowd of schoolchildren with huge suitcases suddenly appeared out of a solid wall, the Muggles would definitely be alarmed.

"You should come and stay with us this summer," I said as we stood in line. "And you, Hermione, too. I'll send you an owl."

"Thank you," said Harry gratefully. "I am glad that something pleasant awaits me this summer."

We were returning to the Muggle world in a terrible commotion and crush.

"Bye, Harry!" There were several voices.

"See you later, Potter!" A few more people shouted

"You're still famous and popular." I grinned at him.

"But not where I'm going, that's for sure," Harry assured me.

He, Hermione, and I went through the wall together.

"Here he is, Mom, look!" It was my younger sister's voice, but she wasn't pointing at me at all. "Harry Potter!" Ginny piped up. "Look, Mom! I can see him."

"Keep it down, Ginny," her mother warned her. "No need to point fingers, it's ugly."

Mom smiled at us.

"Has it been a difficult year?"

"Well, yes," Harry admitted. "Thank you so much for the sweater and sweets, Mrs. Weasley."

"Oh, don't mention it, my dear" She replied.

A fat man with a moustache came up to us.

"Well, are you ready?"

Mr. Dursley was clearly outraged by his nephew's insolence. To think of standing among ordinary people with a huge owl in a cage! Behind him, Mrs. Dursley and his cousin could be seen staring at their cousin in horror.

"You must be Harry's relatives!" Mom exclaimed.

"In a way," growled Uncle Vernon. "Hurry up, boy, I'm not going to wait for you all day."

Mr. Dursley walked away, and Harry turned to Hermione and me.

"See you later," he smiled.

"I hope you have... That you'll have a fun vacation..." Hermione said uncertainly, clearly startled by Mr. Dursley's ungraciousness.

"Oh, don't hesitate!" Harry exclaimed. Hermione and I were surprised to see that he was grinning broadly.

"My relatives don't know that we're not allowed to use magic during the holidays. Which means I'm going to have a lot of fun with Dudley this summer..."

"Well, goodbye or something. Good luck with your family."

Harry went to the Dursleys' car, Hermione was picked up by her parents, and we went to our flying Ford.

And now, a couple of hours later, we're home. Mom immediately began to set dinner on the table. Well, finally you can eat normally. Harry was the only one who gave me sweets on the train. Yes, I ate the chicken leg I captured at the feast yesterday.