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"
Dunno
...
"
Harry
ripped
the
parcel
open
and
gasped
as
a
magnificent
,
gleaming
broomstick
rolled
out
onto
his
bedspread
.
Ron
dropped
his
socks
and
jumped
off
his
bed
for
a
closer
look
.
"
I
do
n't
believe
it
,
"
he
said
hoarsely
.
It
was
a
Firebolt
,
identical
to
the
dream
broom
Harry
had
gone
to
see
every
day
in
Diagon
Alley
.
Its
handle
glittered
as
he
picked
it
up
.
He
could
feel
it
vibrating
and
let
go
;
it
hung
in
midair
,
unsupported
,
at
exactly
the
right
height
for
him
to
mount
it
.
His
eyes
moved
from
the
golden
registration
number
at
the
top
of
the
handle
,
right
down
to
the
perfectly
smooth
,
streamlined
birch
twigs
that
made
up
the
tail
.
"
Who
sent
it
to
you
?
"
said
Ron
in
a
hushed
voice
.
"
Look
and
see
if
there
's
a
card
,
"
said
Harry
.
Ron
ripped
apart
the
Firebolt
's
wrappings
.
"
Nothing
!
Blimey
,
who
'd
spend
that
much
on
you
?
"
"
Well
,
"
said
Harry
,
feeling
stunned
,
"
I
'm
betting
it
was
n't
the
Dursleys
.
"
"
I
bet
it
was
Dumbledore
,
"
said
Ron
,
now
walking
around
and
around
the
Firebolt
,
taking
in
every
glorious
inch
.
"
He
sent
you
the
Invisibility
Cloak
anonymously
...
"
