The rat was squealing wildly, but not loudly enough to cover up the sounds drifting from Hagrid's garden. There was a jumble of indistinct male voices, a silence, and then, without warning, the unmistakable swish and thud of an axe.
¡°Let me see, let me see¡¡± he muttered, taking out his wand and smoothing the map out on his desk. ¡°Reveal your secret!¡± he said, touching the wand to the parchment.
¡°Going to kill me, Harry?¡± he whispered.
¡°Because I thought ¡ª and Professor McGonagall agrees with me ¡ª that that broom was probably sent to Harry by Sirius Black!¡±