¡°Harry¡Harry¡you look just like your father¡just like him¡¡±
¡°Got plenty of special features, hasn't it?¡± said Malfoy, eyes glittering maliciously. ¡°Shame it doesn't come with a parachute ¡ª in case you get too near a Dementor.¡±
Harry spent the long sunny days exploring the shops and eating under the brightly colored umbrellas outside cafes, where his fellow diners were showing one another their purchases (¡°It's a lunascope, old boy ¡ª no more messing around with moon charts, see?¡±) or else discussing the case of Sirius Black (¡°Personally, I won't let any of the children out alone until he's back in Azkaban¡±). Harry didn't have to do his homework under the blankets by flashlight anymore; now he could sit in the bright sunshine outside Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, finishing all his essays with occasional help from Florean Fortescue himself, who, apart from knowing a great deal about medieval witch burnings, gave Harry free sundaes every half an hour.
¡°I know that,¡± said Harry, striving to keep his face free of guilt or fear. ¡°It sounds like Malfoy's having hallucin ¡ª¡±