He pushed his graying hair out of his eyes, thought for a moment then said, ¡°That's where all of this starts ¡ª with my becoming a werewolf, None of this could have happened if I hadn't been bitter¡and if I hadn't been so foolhardy¡¡±
¡°Of course I don't,¡± said Harry.
¡°Okay,¡± she whispered, ¡°no one there ¡ª cloak on ¡ª¡±
He took the Firebolt and, holding it as if it were made of glass, carried it away up the boys¡¯ staircase.
¡°But I don't say so,¡± said Professor McGonagall, standing up and piling her papers neatly into a drawer. ¡°The form clearly states that the parent or guardian must give permission.¡± She turned to look at him, with an odd expression on her face. Was it pity? ¡°I'm sorry, Potter, but that's my final word. You had better hurry, or you'll be late for your next lesson.¡±