Harmonize hyphens (fix #32)

Thanks, @entorb for the list of hyphenation inconsistencies!

Also fix a few other minor nits I noticed at the same time.

chapters/hpmor-chapter-001.tex

@@ -49,7 +49,7 @@ \chapter{A Day of Very Low Probability}
 
 “No,” Petunia said, looking puzzled.
 
-“Then no one in your family knew about magic when Lily got her letter. How did \emph{they} get convinced?”
+“Then no-one in your family knew about magic when Lily got her letter. How did \emph{they} get convinced?”
 
 “Ah…” Petunia said. “They didn’t just send a letter. They sent a professor from Hogwarts. He—” Petunia’s eyes flicked to Michael. “He showed us some magic.”
 
@@ -75,7 +75,7 @@ \chapter{A Day of Very Low Probability}
 
 He shut the door behind him and tried to think.
 
-The funny thing was, he \emph{should} have agreed with Dad. No one had ever seen any evidence of magic, and according to Mum, there was a whole magical world out there. How could anyone keep something like that a secret? More magic? That seemed like a rather suspicious sort of excuse.
+The funny thing was, he \emph{should} have agreed with Dad. No-one had ever seen any evidence of magic, and according to Mum, there was a whole magical world out there. How could anyone keep something like that a secret? More magic? That seemed like a rather suspicious sort of excuse.
 
 It should have been a clean case for Mum joking, lying or being insane, in ascending order of awfulness. If Mum had sent the letter herself, that would explain how it arrived at the letterbox without a stamp. A little insanity was far, far less improbable than the universe really working like that.
 

chapters/hpmor-chapter-003.tex

@@ -90,7 +90,7 @@ \chapter{Comparing Reality To Its Alternatives}
 
 The Death Eaters had followed in the Dark Lord’s wake and in his vanguard, carrion vultures to pick at wounds, or snakes to bite and weaken. The Death Eaters were not as terrible as the Dark Lord, but they were terrible, and they were many. And the Death Eaters wielded more than wands; there was wealth within those masked ranks, and political power, and secrets held in blackmail, to paralyse a society trying to protect itself.
 
-An old and respected journalist, Yermy Wibble, called for increased taxes and conscription. He shouted that it was absurd for the many to cower in fear of the few. His skin, only his skin, had been found nailed to the newsroom wall that next morning, next to the skins of his wife and two daughters. Everyone wished for something more to be done, and no one dared take the lead to propose it. Whoever stood out the most became the next example.
+An old and respected journalist, Yermy Wibble, called for increased taxes and conscription. He shouted that it was absurd for the many to cower in fear of the few. His skin, only his skin, had been found nailed to the newsroom wall that next morning, next to the skins of his wife and two daughters. Everyone wished for something more to be done, and no-one dared take the lead to propose it. Whoever stood out the most became the next example.
 
 Until the names of James and Lily Potter rose to the top of that list.
 

chapters/hpmor-chapter-004.tex

@@ -40,9 +40,9 @@
 
 Harry nodded. “Thank you very much, Mr~Griphook.”
 
-\emph{So not only is the wizarding economy almost completely decoupled from the Muggle economy, no one here has ever heard of arbitrage.} The larger Muggle economy had a fluctuating trading range of gold to silver, so every time the Muggle gold-to-silver ratio got more than 5\% away from the weight of seventeen Sickles to one Galleon, either gold or silver should have drained from the wizarding economy until it became impossible to maintain the exchange rate. Bring in a ton of silver, change to Sickles (and pay 5\%), change the Sickles for Galleons, take the gold to the Muggle world, exchange it for more silver than you started with, and repeat.
+\emph{So not only is the wizarding economy almost completely decoupled from the Muggle economy, no-one here has ever heard of arbitrage.} The larger Muggle economy had a fluctuating trading range of gold to silver, so every time the Muggle gold-to-silver ratio got more than 5\% away from the weight of seventeen Sickles to one Galleon, either gold or silver should have drained from the wizarding economy until it became impossible to maintain the exchange rate. Bring in a ton of silver, change to Sickles (and pay 5\%), change the Sickles for Galleons, take the gold to the Muggle world, exchange it for more silver than you started with, and repeat.
 
-Wasn’t the Muggle gold to silver ratio somewhere around fifty to one? Harry didn’t think it was seventeen, anyway. And it looked like the silver coins were actually \emph{smaller} than the gold coins.
+Wasn’t the Muggle gold-to-silver ratio somewhere around fifty to one? Harry didn’t think it was seventeen, anyway. And it looked like the silver coins were actually \emph{smaller} than the gold coins.
 
 Then again, Harry was standing in a bank that \emph{literally} stored your money in vaults full of gold coins guarded by dragons, where you had to go in and take coins out of your vault whenever you wanted to spend money. The finer points of arbitraging away market inefficiencies might well be lost on them. He’d been tempted to make snide remarks about the crudity of their financial system…
 
@@ -94,7 +94,7 @@
 
 “Of course,” sighed Professor McGonagall.
 
-“You should have told me \emph{much earlier} that sort of magic item existed! And that I could afford one! Now my father and I are going to have to spend the next two days \emph{frantically} hitting up all the second-hand bookshops for old textbooks, so I can have a decent science library with me at Hogwarts—and maybe a small science fiction collection, if I can assemble something decent out of the bargain bins. Or better yet, I’ll make the deal a little sweeter for you, okay? Just let me buy—”
+“You should have told me \emph{much earlier} that sort of magic item existed! And that I could afford one! Now my father and I are going to have to spend the next two days \emph{frantically} hitting up all the second-hand bookshops for old textbooks, so I can have a decent science library with me at Hogwarts—and maybe a small science-fiction collection, if I can assemble something decent out of the bargain bins. Or better yet, I’ll make the deal a little sweeter for you, okay? Just let me buy—”
 
 “\emph{Mr~Potter!} You think you can \emph{bribe} me?”
 

chapters/hpmor-chapter-005.tex

@@ -20,11 +20,11 @@ \chapter{The Fundamental Attribution Error}
 
 And then, unfortunately…
 
-“Are you \emph{really} Harry Potter?” whispered the old man, one huge tear sliding down his cheek. “You wouldn’t lie about that, would you? Only I’d heard rumours that you didn’t \emph{really} survive the Killing Curse and that’s why no one ever heard from you again.”
+“Are you \emph{really} Harry Potter?” whispered the old man, one huge tear sliding down his cheek. “You wouldn’t lie about that, would you? Only I’d heard rumours that you didn’t \emph{really} survive the Killing Curse and that’s why no-one ever heard from you again.”
 
 …it seemed that Professor McGonagall’s disguise spell was less than perfectly effective against more experienced magical practitioners.
 
-Professor McGonagall had laid a hand on Harry’s shoulder and yanked him into the nearest alleyway the moment she’d heard “Harry Potter?” The old man had followed, but at least it looked like no one else had heard.
+Professor McGonagall had laid a hand on Harry’s shoulder and yanked him into the nearest alleyway the moment she’d heard “Harry Potter?” The old man had followed, but at least it looked like no-one else had heard.
 
 Harry considered the question. \emph{Was} he really Harry Potter? “I only know what other people have told me,” Harry said. “It’s not like I remember being born.” His hand brushed his forehead. “I’ve had this scar as long as I remember, and I’ve been told my name was Harry Potter as long as I remember. But,” Harry said thoughtfully, “if there’s already sufficient cause to postulate a conspiracy, there’s no reason why they wouldn’t just find another orphan and raise him to believe that \emph{he} was Harry Potter—”
 

chapters/hpmor-chapter-006.tex

@@ -52,7 +52,7 @@ \chapter{The Planning Fallacy}
 
 “And you \emph{really} haven’t heard of other wizards asking these sorts of questions or doing this sort of scientific experimenting?” Harry asked again. It just seemed so \emph{obvious} to him.
 
-Then again, it’d taken more than two hundred years \emph{after} the invention of the scientific method before any Muggle scientists had thought to systematically investigate which sentences a \emph{human four-year-old} could or couldn’t understand. The developmental psychology of linguistics could’ve been discovered in the eighteenth century, in principle, but no one had even thought to look until the twentieth. So you couldn’t really blame the much smaller wizarding world for not investigating the Retrieval Charm.
+Then again, it’d taken more than two hundred years \emph{after} the invention of the scientific method before any Muggle scientists had thought to systematically investigate which sentences a \emph{human four-year-old} could or couldn’t understand. The developmental psychology of linguistics could’ve been discovered in the eighteenth century, in principle, but no-one had even thought to look until the twentieth. So you couldn’t really blame the much smaller wizarding world for not investigating the Retrieval Charm.
 
 Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, then shrugged. “I’m still not sure what you mean by ‘scientific experimenting’, Mr~Potter. As I said, I’ve seen Muggle-born students try to get Muggle science to work inside Hogwarts, and people invent new Charms and Potions every year.”
 
@@ -214,7 +214,7 @@ \chapter{The Planning Fallacy}
 
 Professor McGonagall pinched the bridge of her nose, inhaled, and exhaled. “I would still like to hear about it,” she said.
 
-“Um…” Harry said. He took a deep breath. “There’d been some muggings in our neighbourhood, and my mother asked me to return a pan she’d borrowed to a neighbour two streets away, and I said I didn’t want to because I might get mugged, and she said, ‘Harry, don’t say things like that!’ Like thinking about it would \emph{make} it happen, so if I didn’t talk about it, I would be safe. I tried to explain why I wasn’t reassured, and she made me carry over the pan anyway. I was too young to know how statistically unlikely it was for a mugger to target me, but I was old enough to know that not-thinking about something doesn’t stop it from happening, so I was really scared.”
+“Um…” Harry said. He took a deep breath. “There’d been some muggings in our neighbourhood, and my mother asked me to return a pan she’d borrowed to a neighbour two streets away, and I said I didn’t want to because I might get mugged, and she said, ‘Harry, don’t say things like that!’ Like thinking about it would \emph{make} it happen, so if I didn’t talk about it, I would be safe. I tried to explain why I wasn’t reassured, and she made me carry over the pan anyway. I was too young to know how statistically unlikely it was for a mugger to target me, but I was old enough to know that not thinking about something doesn’t stop it from happening, so I was really scared.”
 
 “Nothing else?” Professor McGonagall said after a pause, when it became clear that Harry was done. “There isn’t anything \emph{else} that happened to you?”
 
@@ -299,7 +299,7 @@ \chapter{The Planning Fallacy}
 
 The older witch gazed at him steadily. “It is my duty as Deputy Headmistress to investigate possible signs of abuse in the children under my care.”
 
-Harry’s anger was spiralling out of control into pure, black fury. “Don’t you ever \emph{dare} breathe a word of these, these \emph{insinuations} to anyone else! \emph{No one}, do you hear me, McGonagall? An accusation like that can ruin people and destroy families even when the parents are completely innocent! I’ve read about it in the newspapers!” Harry’s voice was climbing to a high-pitched scream. “The \emph{system} doesn’t know how to \emph{stop}, it doesn’t believe the parents \emph{or} the children when they say nothing happened! \emph{Don’t you dare threaten my family with that! I won’t let you destroy my home!}”
+Harry’s anger was spiralling out of control into pure, black fury. “Don’t you ever \emph{dare} breathe a word of these, these \emph{insinuations} to anyone else! \emph{No-one}, do you hear me, McGonagall? An accusation like that can ruin people and destroy families even when the parents are completely innocent! I’ve read about it in the newspapers!” Harry’s voice was climbing to a high-pitched scream. “The \emph{system} doesn’t know how to \emph{stop}, it doesn’t believe the parents \emph{or} the children when they say nothing happened! \emph{Don’t you dare threaten my family with that! I won’t let you destroy my home!}”
 
 “Harry,” the older witch said softly, and she reached out a hand towards him—
 
@@ -401,9 +401,9 @@ \chapter{The Planning Fallacy}
 
 “How probable is it that Sirius Black will break out of prison and I’ll have to track him down and defeat him in some sort of spectacular duel, or better yet put a large bounty on his head and hide out in Australia while I wait for the results?”
 
-Professor McGonagall blinked. Twice. “Not likely. No one has ever escaped from Azkaban, and I doubt that \emph{he} will be the first.”
+Professor McGonagall blinked. Twice. “Not likely. No-one has ever escaped from Azkaban, and I doubt that \emph{he} will be the first.”
 
-Harry was a bit sceptical of that “\emph{no one} has \emph{ever} escaped from Azkaban” line. Still, maybe with magic you could actually get close to a 100\% perfect prison, especially if you had a wand and they did not. The best way to get out would be to not go there in the first place.
+Harry was a bit sceptical of that “\emph{no-one} has \emph{ever} escaped from Azkaban” line. Still, maybe with magic you could actually get close to a 100\% perfect prison, especially if you had a wand and they did not. The best way to get out would be to not go there in the first place.
 
 “All right then,” Harry said. “Sounds like it’s been nicely wrapped up.” He sighed, scrubbing his palm over his head. “Or maybe the Dark Lord didn’t \emph{really} die that night. Not completely. His spirit lingers, whispering to people in nightmares that bleed over into the waking world, searching for a way back into the living lands he swore to destroy, and now, in accordance with the ancient prophecy, he and I are locked in a deadly duel where the winner shall lose and the loser shall win—”
 
@@ -421,7 +421,7 @@ \chapter{The Planning Fallacy}
 
 But what Harry actually thought was, \emph{Aw crap.}
 
-Harry turned his own head to scan the street. Nope, no one nearby. “He’s \emph{not} dead, is he,” Harry sighed.
+Harry turned his own head to scan the street. Nope, no-one nearby. “He’s \emph{not} dead, is he,” Harry sighed.
 
 “Mr~Potter—”
 
@@ -447,7 +447,7 @@ \chapter{The Planning Fallacy}
 
 “And therefore subhuman. Sorry…for a moment there, I \emph{forgot}.”
 
-“These are dreadful and important matters! They are \emph{secret,} Mr~Potter! It is a \emph{catastrophe} that you, still a child, know even this much! You must not tell \emph{anyone,} do you understand? Absolutely no one!”
+“These are dreadful and important matters! They are \emph{secret,} Mr~Potter! It is a \emph{catastrophe} that you, still a child, know even this much! You must not tell \emph{anyone,} do you understand? Absolutely no-one!”
 
 As sometimes happened when Harry got \emph{sufficiently} angry, his blood went cold, instead of hot, and a terrible dark clarity descended over his mind, mapping out possible tactics and assessing their consequences with iron realism.
 
@@ -579,13 +579,13 @@ \chapter{The Planning Fallacy}
 
 “Thank \emph{you}, Professor.” It was probably too early to call her Minnie.
 
-This woman might well be the sanest adult Harry had ever met, despite her lack of scientific background. Harry was even considering offering her the number-two position in whatever group he formed to fight the Dark Lord, though he wasn’t silly enough to say that out loud. \emph{Now what would be a good name for that…? The Death Eater Eaters?}
+This woman might well be the sanest adult Harry had ever met, despite her lack of scientific background. Harry was even considering offering her the number two position in whatever group he formed to fight the Dark Lord, though he wasn’t silly enough to say that out loud. \emph{Now what would be a good name for that…? The Death Eater Eaters?}
 
 “I’ll see you again soon, when school starts,” Professor McGonagall said. “And, Mr~Potter, about your wand—”
 
 “I know what you’re going to ask,” Harry said. He took out his precious wand and, with a deep twinge of inner pain, flipped it over in his hand, presenting her with the handle. “Take it. I hadn’t planned to do anything, not a single thing, but I don’t want you to have nightmares about me blowing up my house.”
 
-Professor McGonagall shook her head rapidly. “Oh no, Mr~Potter! That isn’t done. I only meant to warn you not to \emph{use} your wand at home, since the Ministry can detect under-age magic and it is prohibited without supervision.”
+Professor McGonagall shook her head rapidly. “Oh no, Mr~Potter! That isn’t done. I only meant to warn you not to \emph{use} your wand at home, since the Ministry can detect underage magic and it is prohibited without supervision.”
 
 “Ah,” Harry said. “That sounds like a very sensible rule. I’m glad to see the wizarding world takes that sort of thing seriously.”