Chapter 269: Different Treatment
The door to the Dungeon classroom opened and closed, leaving Professor McGonagall and her two disheveled students alone in the room. Her chest rose and fell heavily as she glared at them, her eyes sharp and intense like an angry hawk's.
Finally, it was Ron who broke the tense silence.
"Professor, was that... a Phoenix?"
"Yes, it was a Phoenix," Professor McGonagall replied tersely, giving only a brief nod before moving on, as if discussing it any further was a waste of time.
"You'd better go to the Hospital Wing, Weasley. Your eyes are swollen."
"It's nothing," Ron muttered, quickly covering his eyes. "Professor, did Headmaster Dumbledore just say the Sorting was over?"
"Yes, he did... just now."
"Then where's my sister!" Ron asked, a touch of nervousness creeping into his voice.
"She's also in Gryffindor," Professor McGonagall replied.
Hearing this, Ron's face lit up. "Oh, that's great," he said, relieved. Although he hadn't seen the Sorting himself, he was thrilled by the result.
But the mention of Gryffindor seemed to jolt Harry's memory. He quickly blurted out, "Professor, since we got into the car before term officially started, we shouldn't lose any points for Gryffindor, right?"