“Wonder what it’s like to have a peaceful life,” Ron sighed, as evening after evening they struggled through all the extra homework they were getting.”

“Ron and Hermione were still smirking and Harry felt his temper rise; he wasn’t even sure why he was feeling so angry.“Don’t sit there grinning like you know better than I do, I was there, wasn’t I?” he said heatedly. “I know what went on, all right? And I didn’t get through any of that because I was brilliant at Defense Against the Dark Arts, I got through it all because — because help came at the right time, or because I guessed right — but I just blundered through it all, I didn’t have a clue what I was doing — STOP LAUGHING!”

“There you go, Harry!” Ron shouted over the noise. “You weren’t being thick after all — you were showing moral fiber!”

“So after E, it’s A for ‘Acceptable,’ and that’s the last pass grade, isn’t it?”“Yep,” said Fred, dunking an entire roll in his soup, transferring it to his mouth, and swallowing it whole. “Then you get P for ‘Poor’ ” — Ron raised both his arms in mock celebration — “and D for ‘Dreadful.’ ”“And then T,” George reminded him.“T?” asked Hermione, looking appalled. “Even lower than a D? What on earth does that stand for?”“ ‘Troll,’ ” said George promptly.”

“Wow, I wonder what it'd be like to have a difficult life?”

“It was a shame, but as Ron said, you couldn't have everything in life..”

“You’re not supposed to dislike your own child. You were supposed to like them no matter what, even if they were not what you wanted.”