adjust chapter 36 spelling/grammar/punctuation to more closely match RR

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             <p>Not that there weren’t other things to keep his mind off the anticipation. Their morning runs became more and more unpleasant as the weather turned. At least the martial arts practice kept their blood warm before they showered for class. Neville’s rustiness from the missed summer was more than gone. While he wasn’t quite as quick as Harry or Ron, he was noticeably stronger — Harry had a collection of bruises to attest to this.</p>
             <p>Harry had been tempted to use the Room of Requirement for their morning runs, especially as it grew colder, but he also knew that their morning training had acquired some attention. Pansy and Flint’s ambush, not to mention the aftermath, had driven that point home. He didn’t want anyone wondering where they were, so they continued to half-freeze in the mornings. Harry tried to tell himself that it was good training, but it was a hard sell.</p>
             <p>At least the occasional practice sessions with Remus Lupin had changed in focus. Rather than seeing how much power Harry could generate, they instead worked on fine-tuning his control over how much he expended per spell. This change came shortly after Remus said he received a reply from Mr. Ollivander. The odd man never came out and said it, according to the last Marauder, but he strongly implied that their previous course of action was ‘ill-advised’.</p>
-            <p>Given the wand-maker’s propensity for elliptical dialogue and enigmatic silences, he might as well have screamed, “Stop!” at the top of his lungs.</p>
+            <p>Given the wand-maker’s propensity for elliptical dialogue and enigmatic silences, he might as well have screamed “Stop!” at the top of his lungs.</p>
             <p>While that was worrisome, other aspects of his education were going better. Under Professor Slughorn’s gimlet eye, Potions was becoming interesting. With his prohibitions against “foolish Gryffindor pranks” stymieing any potential Slytherin troublemaking, Harry — for the first time — was able to actually concentrate on what he was doing. Hermione was subtly encouraged to ask more questions on the theories behind the instructions, and before he knew it, Harry was actually learning something about what he was brewing. It was all quite shocking. He’d known from the first class that Slughorn was no Snape, but it was nonetheless a pleasant surprise to discover he was actually able to keep his House in order. While there were still… unsavoury elements… in the Slytherin dungeons, they were keeping their heads down and not causing trouble for others, at least as far as he knew. But Harry knew he had enough to worry about without borrowing more trouble.</p>
             <p>More encouraging was the gradual thawing of his relationship with his own Head of House. Despite their differences, they still had to work together on the Duelling Association meeting plans. The first few meetings after their argument had been horribly uncomfortable, but ironically it was these discussions that eventually led to their rapprochement.</p>
             <p>“Professor Lupin?” she asked, her surprise overcoming her normal reserve.</p>
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             <p>Mr. Granger frowned. “Let me get this straight. This was <em>politically</em> motivated? Someone tried to kill your daughter over this bill?” To Harry, he looked even more outraged.</p>
             <p>“Partially,” Arthur agreed. “It doesn’t help that the person we think was behind this… Well, he’s been an enemy of mine for years, so this is indirectly my fault.”</p>
             <p>“Stuff and nonsense,” Molly interjected. “That vile man is a public menace. While I don’t approve of public brawls, Arthur, it did my heart good to see you hit him.”</p>
-            <p>“Wait,” Mr. Granger said, “it was that guy at the bookstore? The one who called us—”</p>
+            <p>“Wait,” Mr. Granger said, “it was that guy at the bookstore? The one who called us —”</p>
             <p>“The one dressed like a French pornographer?” Fred asked innocently. Harry was rather happy not to hear that word again, but several adults turned gimlet stares at the twins.</p>
             <p>“Looks like Lee was right,” George observed. “He must, or they wouldn’t all be so mad at you for saying.”</p>
             <p>“Ah, yes, it was him,” Arthur said quickly, trying to draw attention away from the furious whispers Molly was directing towards the twins.</p>
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             <p>Luna was staring right at Harry, meeting his eyes for once. It was just a bit startling, but the imperative was unmistakable. <em>Do something!</em></p>
             <p>“If you do that, you’re placing her in even more danger,” a voice said, and it took a moment for Harry to realize that it was his own.</p>
             <p>Mr. Granger rounded on Harry. “I’m not sure what you would know about it, but I suppose I should have guessed all that physical training had a purpose,” he said bitterly.</p>
-            <p>Harry shrugged. “I thought you knew. I imagine Hermione had good reasons for not telling you, though, even if you don’t agree. She never does anything without a reason. Maybe she didn’t want you to think she was ashamed of you, because she was looked down upon because her parents weren’t magical.” All three Grangers stiffened. Harry was cheating just a bit, recalling an emotional conversation a future Hermione had with his analogue after her parents died.</p>
+            <p>Harry shrugged. “I thought you knew. I imagine Hermione had good reasons for not telling you though, even if you don’t agree. She never does anything without a reason. Maybe she didn’t want you to think she was ashamed of you, because she was looked down upon because her parents weren’t magical.” All three Grangers stiffened. Harry was cheating just a bit, recalling an emotional conversation a future Hermione had with his analogue after her parents died.</p>
             <p>“But that’s neither here nor there,” Harry continued. “Hermione Granger is one of the most intelligent witches to attend Hogwarts in generations. Her very existence as a Muggle-born is an affront to the pure-bloods and their belief that their ancestry is more important than anything else. She regularly out-performs the scions of some very prestigious and bigoted noble houses. That already makes her a target. If you pull her out of Hogwarts and put her in a Muggle school, she’ll never realize her magical potential, and as a half-trained witch, she’ll be an easy target. They will come after her, and she won’t be able to defend herself, even if the Ministry lets her keep her wand, which I doubt. With no one to maintain them, the wards on your property will slowly fade over time. You’ll have made it easy for them when they come for her.”</p>
             <p>“You make it sound like we’re trapped,” Mr. Granger accused in a sick and angry voice.</p>
             <p>“I suppose you are,” Harry said in a resigned tone, ignoring the imploring look Molly was giving him. All of the other people in the room were staring at him. Some knew the secret and therefore knew what his predictions were based on. For the others, they stared either because they didn’t seem to understand why Harry was so sure, or why half the room was staring at The Boy Who Lived.</p>