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"
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
did
n'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
.
"
"
I
'm
not
buying
anything
Malfoy
thinks
is
good
,
"
said
Harry
flatly
.
January
faded
imperceptibly
into
February
,
with
no
change
in
the
bitterly
cold
weather
.
The
match
against
Ravenclaw
was
drawing
nearer
and
nearer
,
but
Harry
still
had
n't
ordered
a
new
broom
.
He
was
now
asking
Professor
McGonagall
for
news
of
the
Firebolt
after
every
Transfiguration
lesson
,
Ron
standing
hopefully
at
his
shoulder
,
Hermione
rushing
past
with
her
face
averted
.
"
No
,
Potter
,
you
ca
n't
have
it
back
yet
,
"
Professor
McGonagall
told
him
the
twelfth
time
this
happened
,
before
he
'd
even
opened
his
mouth
.
"
We
've
checked
for
most
of
the
usual
curses
,
but
Professor
Flitwick
believes
the
broom
might
be
carrying
a
Hurling
Hex
.
I
shall
tell
you
once
we
've
finished
checking
it
.
Now
,
please
stop
badgering
me
.
"
To
make
matters
even
worse
,
Harry
's
anti-Dementor
lessons
were
not
going
nearly
as
well
as
he
had
hoped
.
Several
sessions
on
,
he
was
able
to
produce
an
indistinct
,
silvery
shadow
every
time
the
Boggart-Dementor
approached
him
,
but
his
Patronus
was
too
feeble
to
drive
the
Dementor
away
.
All
it
did
was
hover
,
like
a
semitransparent
cloud
,
draining
Harry
of
energy
as
he
fought
to
keep
it
there
.
Harry
felt
angry
with
himself
,
guilty
about
his
secret
desire
to
hear
his
parents
'
voices
again
.
"
You
're
expecting
too
much
of
yourself
,
"
said
Professor
Lupin
,
sternly
in
their
fourth
week
of
practice
.
"
For
a
thirteen-year-old
wizard
,
even
an
indistinct
Patronus
is
a
huge
achievement
.
You
are
n't
passing
out
anymore
,
are
you
?
"
"
I
thought
a
Patronus
would
--
charge
the
Dementors
down
or
something
,
"
said
Harry
dispiritedly
.
"
Make
them
disappear
--
"
"
The
true
Patronus
does
do
that
,
"
said
Lupin
.
"
But
you
've
achieved
a
great
deal
in
a
very
short
space
of
time
.
If
the
Dementors
put
in
an
appearance
at
your
next
Quidditch
match
,
You
will
be
able
to
keep
them
at
bay
long
enough
to
get
back
to
the
ground
.
"
