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"Nothing," said Harry truthfully.
"Probably cost more than all the Slytherins' brooms put together," said Ron happily.
"So you'll be the red currant rum, Minister."
Harry cast his mind about for a happy memory. Certainly, nothing that had happened to him at the Dursleys' was going to do. Finally, he settled on the moment when he had first ridden a broomstick.
In a last-ditch attempt to cheer Ron up, Harry persuaded him to come along to the Gryffindor team's final practice before the Ravenclaw match, so that he could have a ride on the Firebolt after they'd finished. This did seem to take Ron's mind off Scabbers for a moment ("Great! Can I try and shoot a few goals on it?") so they set off for the Quidditch field together.
Hermione checked her watch.
"That's the post office
There was a sound of heavy footsteps, then the door creaked open. Hagrid stood there with his eyes red and swollen, tears splashing down the front of his leather vest.
He was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Professor McGonagall told me," said Lupin, passing Harry a chipped mug of tea. "You're not worried, are you?"
Harry woke extremely early the next morning; so early that it was till dark. For a moment he thought the roaring of the wind had woken him. Then he felt a cold breeze on the back of his neck and sat bolt upright -- Peeves the Poltergeist had been floating next to him, blowing hard in his ear.
"I was just showing Harry my grindylow," said Lupin pleasantly, pointing at the tank.
"No," said Harry.
Wood, too, was basking in the reflected glory of the Firebolt.
Harry traced the secret passage to Honeydukes with his finger.