“Where is it? That watch is the most valuable thing I have!” Hermione searched frantically through all her draws, under the letto and all through Gryffindor Common Room, and couldn’t find the watch she’d got for her tenth birthday. “Wilson, have te seen it?”
“Wha?” Wilson was staring out of the window at the snow outside – Xmas was in three days. “A watch? Nah, um… I haven’t seen it.”
“Damn. I’ll ask Harry if he’s seen it later.”
Hermione sat opposite Wilson and he snapped out of his daydream. “So, why’s it so special?” he asked.
“It’s from my parents,”...

“Sit down, Longbottom.”
Ron did as he was told. He feared Professor McGonagall. After Wilson’s death, she had taken over as Transfiguration teacher again, and she was just as sharp as she ever was.
“Remind me,” Ron said, looking up in thought, “why am I here again?”
“Because of these,” McGonagall detto flatly, getting a box from under her desk. It was full to the brim with topo, mouse skeletons. Ron shivered.
“Why… Because of those?”
“I found all of them under your scrivania, reception at some point.”
“Oh.” Ron remembered that part. “So why did te keep them? Why not just chuck...