It was Christmas day. Everyone was back home aside from Harry, Hermanonie, and Maldono. Harry was eating his toast alone. The other two didn't show up for breakfast.
Harry felt alone, but also relieved that the smell of Frognal had been absent. He wondered what Hermanonie and Maldono were doing. He thought they seemed like very good friends. He thought this was strange because he didn't know Red Group people could be friends with Green Group.
Harry went to his room and sat on the floor. He flicked his pencil and it made feeble magic sparks. Harry didn't know how to do magic. He tried to learn but maybe he lacked talent. Maybe McDonaldall was wrong.
"I am never wrong!" McDonaldall shouted from outside.
Harry rushed to the window. Outside, a short distance away in the air, McDonaldall was on her broom, facing Harry.
"If you imply I am wrong again I will drown you in the lake, Potter!" She added before rushing away into the night.
Harry was confused. He did not want to drown. He got back to the floor and went to sleep.