haven t they gloated enough A great tide of students was moving up the sloping lawns from the pitch. Oh, let s get ISC it exam in before we have to meet the Slytherins, said Hermione. Weasley can save anything, He never leaves a single ring, That s why Gryffindors all sing Weasley is our King. Hermione said Harry slowly. The song was growing louder, but it was issuing not from a crowd of green and silver clad Slytherins, but from a mass of red and gold moving slowly towards the castle, bearing a ISC solitary ISC Certification figure upon its many shoulders. Weasley is our King, Weasley is our Ki.ng, He didn t let the Quaffle in, Weasley is our King No said Hermione in a hushed voice. YES said Harry loudly. HARRY HERMIONE yelled Ron, waving the silver Quidditch cup in the air and looking quite beside himself. WE DID IT WE WON They beamed up at him as he passed. There was a scrum at the door of the castle and Ron s head got rather badly bumped on the lintel, but nobody seemed to want to put him down. Still singing, the crowd squeezed itself into the Entrance Hall and out of sight. Harry and Hermione watched them go, beaming, until the last echoing strains of Weasley is our King died away. Then they turned to each other, their smiles fading. We ll save our news till tomorrow, shall we said Harry. Yes, all right, said Hermione wearily. I m not in any hurry. They climbed the steps together.