British Fiction - Harry Potter - Scottish
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Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (England - East Anglia, Cambridge, Hertfordshire) British (General) Scottish (General)Transcript
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Professor McGonagall was almost speechless with shock, and her glasses flashed furiously. How dare you? It might have broken your neck. Potter. Follow me. No. Up the front steps up the marble staircase inside. And still Professor McGonagall didn't say a word. She wrenched open doors and marched along corridors with Harry trotting miserably behind her. He thought of Hagrid expelled, but allowed to stay on as a gamekeeper. Perhaps he could be Hagrid's assistant, his stomach twisted as he imagined it, watching Ron and the others becoming wizards. While he stumped around the grounds carrying Hagrid's bag, Professor McGonagall stopped outside a classroom. She opened the door and put her head inside. Excuse me, Professor Flit Wick. Could I borrow wood for a moment? Would thought Harry, bewildered, was would a cane she was going to use on him, but would turn out to be a person. A barely fifth year boy who came out of foot Wicks class, looking confused. Follow me, YouTube, said Professor McGonagall, and they marched up the corridor, would looking curiously at Harry in here. Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Would I found you A Seeker Woods expression, changed from puzzlement to delight, are you serious, professor? Absolutely, said Professor McGonagall crisply. The boy's a natural. I've never seen anything like it. Was that your first time on a broomstick? Potter Harry nodded silently. He didn't have a clue what was going on, but he didn't seem to be being expelled. And some of the feelings started coming back to his legs. He caught that thing in his hand after a 50 ft dive. Professor McGonagall told Would didn't even scratch himself. Charlie reasonably couldn't have done it. Would was now looking as though all his dreams had come true at once. Ever seen a game of Quidditch? Potter? He asked excitedly. Woods, captain of the Graf indoor team Professor McGonagall, explained. He's just the build for a seeker, too. Said Would now walking around Harry and staring at him light, Speedy. We'll have to get him a decent broom, professor a Nimbus 2000 or Clean sweep seven. I'd say I shall speak to Professor Dumbledore and see if we can't spend the first year rule. Heaven knows we need a better team than last year. Flattened in that last match by slavering, I couldn't look Severus Snape in the face for weeks Professor McGonagall appeared sternly over her glasses at Harry. I want to hear your training hard, Potter or I may change my mind about punishing you. Then she suddenly smiled. Your father would have been proud, she said. He was an excellent Quidditch player himself.