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第3章 战玄幽

“Hah!” said the Marquis again, in a well-satisfied manner.

“And about—”

“But has he no peculiarities? What, in short, is his character?”

“Bad news, Harry. I've just been to see Professor McGonagall about the Firebolt. She — er — got a bit shirty with me. Told me I'd got my priorities wrong. Seemed to think I cared more about winning the Cup than I do about you staying alive. Just because I told her I didn't care if it threw you off, as long as you caught the Snitch first.” Wood shook his head in disbelief. “Honestly, the way she was yelling at me…you'd think I'd said something terrible. Then I asked her how much longer she was going to keep it…” He screwed up his face and imitated Professor McGonagall's severe voice. “As long as necessary, Wood”…I reckon it's time you ordered a new broom, Harry. There's an order form at the back of Which Broomstick…you could get a Nimbus Two Thousand and One, like Malfoy's got.”

“Ah, But it’s not my business. My work is my business. See my

“And bring him here, to Grimmauld Place,” said Harry. “Do you think you could do that for us?”

“…I’m sorry, Tuney, I’m sorry! Listen – ” She caught her sister’s hand and held tight to it, even though Petunia tried to pull it away. “Maybe once I’m there – no, listen, Tuney! Maybe once I’m there, I’ll be able to go to Professor Dumbledore and persuade him to change his mind!”

“And mind you don’t poison it,” said Mr. Sikes, laying his hat

“God grant it may be so! Here, Jane, is an arbour; sit down.”