“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!”