Harry stepped backward. His legs hit his trunk and he tripped. His wand flew out of his hand as he flung out an arm to break his fall, and he landed, hard, in the gutter.
¡°Why don't you just drop a couple of subjects?¡± Harry asked, watching her lifting books as she searched for her rune dictionary.
Mr. Weasley put down his paper, and Harry saw the now familiar picture of Sirius Black staring up at him.