Harry rather imagined that there couldn’t possibly have been. They would have the world as their playground when all this was over. They could come to school in one of the great colleges Harry was surrounded by tonight, if they so wanted. They’d certainly be clever enough, with Hermione’s brainpower passed on to them. He wondered vaguely which one they might go to ... Balliol, Trinity, Magdalen. He was overflowing with pride just fantasising about that. What would he be like if it actually happened?