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“Ahem, ” said Dumbledore. “I have a few last-minute points to dish out. Let me see. Yes …
“First - to Mr. Ronald Weasley …”
Ron went purple in the face; he looked like a radish with a bad sunburn.
“… for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor house fifty points.”
Gryffindor cheers nearly raised the bewitched ceiling; the stars overhead seemed to quiver. Percy could be heard telling the other prefects, “My brother, you know! My younger brother! Got past McGonagall’s giant chess set!”

“Second - to Miss Hermione Granger … for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor house fifty points.”
Hermione buried her face in her arms; Harry strongly suspected she had burst into tears. Gryffindors up and down the table were beside themselves - they were a hundred points up.

“Third - to Mr. Harry Potter …” said Dumbledore. The room went deadly quiet. “… for pure nerve and oustanding courage. I award Gryffindor house sixty points.”
The din was deafening. Those who could add up while yelling themselves hoarse knew that Gryffindor now had four hundred and seventy-two points - exactly the same as Slytherin. They had tied for the house cup - if only Dumbledore had given Harry just one more point.