Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

HERMIONE: Sit down, Polly Chapman, before this gets even worse. (POLLY sighs and then sits.)
And I suggest you join her, Albus. And end this charade.
ALBUS: But you’re not this mean.
HERMIONE: And that’s twenty points from Gryffindor to assure Albus Potter that I am this mean.
YANN FREDERICKS: If you don’t sit down right now, Albus . . .
ALBUS sits.
ALBUS: Can I just say —
HERMIONE: No, you can’t. Just keep quiet, Potter, otherwise you’ll lose what limited popularity
you already have. Now who can tell me what a Patronus is? No? No one. You really are a
most disappointing bunch.
HERMIONE smiles a thin smile. She really is quite mean.
ALBUS: No. This is stupid. Where’s Rose? She’ll tell you that you’re being ridiculous.
HERMIONE: Who’s Rose? Your invisible friend?
ALBUS: Rose Granger-Weasley! Your daughter! (He realizes.) Of course — because you and Ron
aren’t married Rose —
There’s giggling.
HERMIONE: How dare you! Fifty points from Gryffindor. And I assure you if anyone interrupts me
again it’ll be a hundred points . . .
She stares around the room. No one moves a muscle.
Good. A Patronus is a magical charm, a projection of all your most positive feelings, and takes
the shape of the animal with whom you share the deepest affinity. It is a gift of light. If you
can conjure a Patronus, you can protect yourself against the world. Which, in some of our
cases, seems like a necessity sooner rather than later.