Harry Potter 02 - Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

looking unusually grave. He stared down his very crooked nose at them and Harry suddenly found himself wishing he and Ron were still being beaten up by the Whomping Willow.
    There was a long silence. Then Dumbledore said, ‘Please explain why you did this.’
    It would have been better if he had shouted. Harry hated the disappointment in his voice. For some reason, he was unable to look Dumbledore in the eyes, and spoke instead to his knees. He told Dumbledore everything except that Mr Weasley owned the bewitched car, making it sound as though he and Ron had happened to find a flying car parked outside the station. He knew Dumbledore would see through this at once, but Dumbledore asked no questions about the car. When Harry had finished, he merely continued to peer at them through his spectacles.
    ‘We’ll go and get our stuff,’ said Ron in a hopeless sort of voice.
    ‘What are you talking about, Weasley?’ barked Professor McGonagall.
    ‘Well, you’re expelling us, aren’t you?’ said Ron.
    Harry looked quickly at Dumbledore.
    ‘Not today, Mr Weasley,’ said Dumbledore. ‘But I must impress upon both of you the seriousness of what you have done. I will be writing to both your families tonight. I must also warn you that if you do anything like this again, I will have no choice but to expel you.’
    Snape looked as though Christmas had been cancelled. He cleared his throat and said, ‘Professor Dumbledore, these boys have flouted the Decree for the Restriction of Underage Wizardry, caused serious damage to an old and valuable tree … surely acts of this nature …’
    ‘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.
    Professor McGonagall raised her wand again and pointed it at Snape’s desk. A large plate of sandwiches, two silver goblets and a jug of iced pumpkin juice appeared with a pop.
    ‘You will eat in here and then go straight up to your dormitory,’ she said. ‘I must also return to the feast.’
    When the door had closed behind her, Ron let out a long, low whistle.
    ‘I thought we’d had it,’ he said, grabbing a sandwich.
    ‘So did I,’ said Harry, taking one too.
    ‘Can you believe our luck, though?’ said Ron thickly through a mouthful of chicken and ham. ‘Fred and George must’ve flown that car five or six times and no Muggle ever saw them. ’ He swallowed and took another huge bite. ‘ Why couldn’t we get through the barrier?’
    Harry shrugged. ‘We’ll have to watch our step from now on, though,’ he said, taking a grateful swig of pumpkin juice. ‘Wish we could’ve gone up to the feast …’
    ‘She didn’t want us showing off,’ said Ron sagely. ‘Doesn’t want people to think it’s clever, arriving by flying car.’
    When they had eaten as many sandwiches as they could (the plate kept re-filling itself) they rose and left the office, treading the familiar