Black's face was quite expressionless. For a few seconds, he didn't move at all. Then, very slowly, he raised his empty hand and pointed straight at Ron. Mystified, Harry glanced around at Ron, who looked bewildered.
¡°Ah, starting Divination, are you?¡± said the manager, stripping off his gloves and leading Harry into the back of the shop, where there was a corner devoted to fortune-telling. A small table was stacked with volumes such as Predicting the Unpredictable: Insulate Yourself Against Shocks and Broken Balls: When Fortunes Turn Foul.
¡°P-P-Professor McGonagall!¡± Hermione gasped, pointing into the trunk. ¡°Sh-she said I'd failed everything!¡±
Harry's jaw dropped. She was holding out his Firebolt, and it looked as magnificent as ever.