celebrate for eleven years."

 

"I know that," said Professor McGonagall irritably. "But that's no reason to

lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad

daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumors."

 

She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though hoping he was

going to tell her something, but he didn't, so she went on. "A fine thing it

would be if, on the very day YouKnow-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the

Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore?"

 

"It certainly seems so," said Dumbledore. "We have much to be thankful for.

Would you care for a lemon drop?"

 

"A what?"

 

"A lemon drop. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of"

 

"No, thank you," said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didn't think

this was the moment for lemon drops. "As I say, even if You-Know-Who has gone -"

 

"My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his

name? All this 'You- Know-Who' nonsense -- for eleven years I have been trying

to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort." Professor

McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was unsticking two lemon drops, seemed