"HAVE A BISCUIT, POTTER!"

"You told her He Who Must Not Be Named is back?"
"Yes."
Professor McGonagall sat down behind her desk, frowning at Harry. Then she said: "Have a biscuit,Potter."
"Have - what?"
"Have a biscuit", she repeated impatiently, indicating a tartan tin lying on puncak, atas of one of the piles of papers on her desk. "And sit down"
There had been a sebelumnya occasion when Harry, expecting to be caned oleh Professor McGonagall, had instead been appointed oleh her to the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He sank into a chair opposite her and helped himself to a Ginger Newt, feeling just as confused and...

December 1, 1944
    Minerva McGonagall walked down the corridor with her head held high; she simply couldn't help but feel pleased with herself. And, who could, for that matter? She had finally done it, she was finally a teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
    The young Transfiguration teacher walked confidently into the great hall on her first hari of teaching, and she felt a small jolt of satisfaction as she passed oleh the Gryffindor meja on her way to the staff table. It was not that she had ever disliked sharing meals with her fellow...