In March several of the Mandrakes threw a loud and raucous party in greenhouse three. This made Professor Sprout very happy. The moment they start trying to move into each other’s pots, we’ll know they’re fully mature, she told Harry.
Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds.
Hermione drew herself to her full height; her eyes were narrowed and her hair seemed to crackle with electricity. "No," she said, her voice quivering with anger, "but I will write to your mother.