Slytherin Attitude
Chapter 5
Physical Training – July/August 1996
July 1st, 1996
Harry put down his quill with a sigh. He had written two identical short notes to Hermione and to Ron to tell them that he was all right and was going to train with Moody over the summer. He didn't include his short travel experience, feeling that it was something he needed to describe to them face to face.
Moody had been gone for over two hours and there was nothing for him to do. He was bored. He didn't feel like picking up a book. He didn't want to reflect too much on what had happened over the past two days. He consciously forced himself not to think about Sirius or Voldemort.
Going back to the Dursley Room as he had started to refer calling it, Harry opened Hedwig's cage and pulled his familiar out. He tied both roll of parchments to the owl's leg. "I want you to bring that to Ron and Hermione. Please wait to see if there is any answer. Go Girl!" And at these words, Hedwig left Privet Drive in a few stroke of her powerful wings.
After looking at his friend disappear in the sky of Surrey, Harry went back to the balcony and tried to loose himself in the contemplation of the scenery below. One thing surprised him. In most of the dense forest of evergreens, the trees seemed normal but near the beach, where they were less numerous, they seemed crooked. Some of the trunks seemed to have been almost uprooted. Some were growing near horizontally. It was fascinating and soon he was trying to categorize the various forms, giving them names. He was so concentrated on his self appointed task that when he heard Moody coming onto the balcony, his first question was "Why are those trees so crooked? Some of them seem ready to fall?"
"You can't appreciate it from here but the wind is just impressive there. Ever heard of the Roaring Forties, the Furious Fifties, and the Screaming Sixties?"
"No" simply answered Harry. He didn't dare telling Moody that his knowledge was limited to what he had learned in his Muggle elementary school. As interesting as it sounded, he didn't really want summer lessons in Geography.
"It refers to the wind, to the … " Moody stopped and realized he was entering lecture mode. He smoothly changed gear. "Well, that's a lesson for another day. The trees are crooked because the wind can be extremely strong and it blows almost always in the same direction. After a time, the trees lean accordingly. Anyway, are you ready to start?"
"What did Dumbledore say?" asked Harry, remembering the testing procedure.
"About your results? He didn't seem surprised about your potential and your capabilities. However, he seemed concerned about how far you are from realizing your full potential. We have only a limited period before you go back to Hogwarts… so we decided that to try an alternative to what I had initially planned." As he spoke, Moody had started going back to their common room. Once there, he sat on the couch in front of a number of vials.
"What do you mean?" Harry sat on the floor, facing Moody and his back to the chimney.
"I wanted you to develop this summer as naturally as possible. Developing the body is tricky. You must be careful not too block growth by developing the muscles too fast. Ideally, you want to start the bulking on process when you have almost stopped height growth. But the tests made me realize that you have actually the body of a normal twelve to thirteen years old boy. If we want you to be ready by the end of the summer, we need to use magic. But for that I need you to agree to a few things..." Moody paused. He seemed almost uncomfortable with what he as going to propose.
Harry was blushing. He knew he was smaller than most but to be referred to as a twelve years old was a bit of a shock. "What does it involve?"
"Potions mostly, to allow your body to grow at the same time as we develop your muscles… a few spells to counter the effects of your malnutrition over the years, some more potions to allow you to train real hard without being too stiff the next morning, some to block the need to sleep, some more to allow you to eat more proteins than your digestive system can support, some to alleviate the pain of the exercises, some …"
"Stop!" Harry shouted "I get it. Is it safe to take so many potions together. As it been done before?"
Moody sighed. He looked at Harry and said "I'll be honest with you Harry. All these potions have been used, some of them together. But to my best knowledge, nobody has ever done the full set of what I have brought"
Something clicked in Harry's mind. He growled "Dumbledore!"
Seeing that Harry was going on a rant, Moody headed him off immediately. "As a matter of fact… No! It was Snape who came up with the list. And Yes, he knew who it was for."
Harry was in a quandary. As much as he hated his Potions' Professor, he knew he was one of the best around. His first impulse was to tell Moody to shove the potions somewhere dark… but on second thought… 'Damn! I need Hermione. What would be her advice? Go to the Library, study the different Potions and then make up your mind. Yeah! Thanks Hermione… but I haven't access to the Library, nor the time to study. '. After his internal exchange, he turned to Moody. "What would you do?"
Moody seemed uncharacteristically hesitant. "I … am not sure. Snape, as unpleasant as he is, is one of the best Potions Master in Europe. He doesn't like you, that much is obvious, but I believe that he is professional enough to give his best advice. What I am not sure is if he really knows all the consequences of mixing all this" Moody indicated the numerous vials in front of him. "On the other hand, our time is limited, if you want to be ready by the end of the summer, we'll need to provoke and manage your overdue growth spurt. And there is no way you'll be able to follow such a training while at school. If you wait a couple of years so as to do it after school, it may be too late both due to your older age and the small problem of your old nemesis…"
That last comment clinched it for Harry. Voldemort wasn't going to wait. The previous years had proved that beyond any doubt. He had to take this risk and hope for the best. After all, that wouldn't be the first time and this time he was the only one at risk. "I'll do it! What's going to be the training program?"
"We'll start with the endurance exercises. What do you want to start with? Biking or running"
July 3rd, 1996
"I hate you" yelled Harry
"I know, Kid, I know! Ten more miles!"
"Arghhhhh"
"Keep your breath!"
Harry was getting desperate. He had been exercising almost continuously for the past sixty hours. The potions allowed him to go further that he ever thought possible but it certainly didn't stop the soreness. He had been in a more or less constant state of pain for the past two days.
He had been surprised when he had discovered Moody's planning. He was allowed only five hours of sleep a night. Moody's only answer to his enquiry on that subject had only been that 'this way he wouldn't have time for nightmares'. The next blow was that he was to have six meals a day… during which they would discuss tactics, the war, his readings and other thrilling subjects among which Quidditch didn't figure to Harry's dismay. Moody had not been totally heartless though. Harry was usually allowed one hour a day of free time … for reading his assignments or some hypothetical mail. All in all Harry was starting to wonder if he shouldn't have stuck with the Dursleys. They weren't that bad after all.
"All right, Kid. We are done for now. Go and take a shower and then you should attend to your owl."
"Hedwig!" Harry started toward the Dursley room but the door shut itself in front of him.
"Shower first, kid! Time for your owl later." growled a chuckling Moody from behind him.
Twenty minutes later, a much nicer smelling Harry untied two rolls of parchments from his owl's leg. After having filled Hedwig's water bowl and having fed her, Harry went back to his room and lying on his bed he decided to read Hermione's letter first.
Dear Harry,
I was so glad to receive your letter. I was beginning to worry that I wouldn't get any news from you this summer. As I told you in my previous letters, you must not dwell on what happened at the Ministry. You can grieve but in the end, you must let go. One thing I am sure, Sirius wouldn't have wanted you to mope.
I am so glad that you'll be training during the summer. A least you will have something to get your mind off things. What are you going to learn? Is Moody staying with you? What do the Dursleys say about it? I have so many questions for you … but do not bother to send any other letter. I won't be able to receive them.
My parents have been informed of Voldemort's return by a Ministry leaflet which arrived a few days ago. They made me contact Professor Dumbledore to get the whole story. We had to go to Diagon Alley specially to send an owl from there and they were so upset they didn't even let send my letters to you and Ron. Professor McGonagall came to our house to explain what happened to my parents. I had not told them everything about last year and … as you can guess, they are not really happy with me at the moment. They even talked about taking me out of Hogwarts. They relented when they finally realized that I would be of age a few weeks after summer and that my own savings would allow me to pay for my education for the next two years. But I had to go as far as threatening them and telling them they would never see me again if they tried to keep me out of Hogwarts. Anyway, they have decided that they wanted me out of England for the next two months so we are leaving on the fifth for New Zealand, they even found a dentist congress to go to in Auckland and we'll only be back on August 31st. I won't even get my Owl results … I think I won't survive the wait.
I hope you'll have a good summer nonetheless and I guess I will see you on the Express on September 1st.
Until then,
Love from
Hermione
With a sigh, Harry dropped Hermione's letter. He wouldn't be able to contact her for two months. He was going to miss her advice … and her nagging … and her hugs. Before getting more depressed, Harry started on Ron's letter, thinking that it would probably cheer him up.
Hey Mate,
Guess what? I scored! I caught my first snitch!
And you'll never guess who. Loony. Yeah! Loony Lovegood.
She lives nearby in Ottery St Catchpole and she came over to see Ginny. Mum decided to invite her for a few days as her dad is currently pretty much living at The Quibbler. A couple of days ago, Mum and Ginny went out to Diagon Alley and I was alone with her at the Burrow. I was just changing clothes after I had been flying for a couple of hours when she entered my room. I swear she just jumped at me and kissed me. I couldn't do less than kiss her back. One thing led to another and … let's just say I am now a full blooded wizard. Wow. I wonder at Seamus' reaction when I tell him that he must pay me the five galleons.
Well, anyway, I don't think things will go too far with Loony. I mean, she is still as mental as before. You don't even want to know what she wanted to use as a contraceptive. So I don't think it will last more than the summer. But it should be a lot fun until then. And when we are back at Hogwarts, I know who I want to ask out.
Have you had any news from Hermione? Do you know if her parents received the Ministry leaflet about You-Know-Who? If they did, they are probably really pissed because she had told me in the hospital that she didn't want them to know about it.
Dumbledore told mum that you were going to train for the summer. Bummer… but don't worry, I will have fun for two and I'll see you on September 1st.
See you mate
Ron
In anger, Harry crumbled the letters in his hands and threw it against the opposite wall. He was pissed at Ron's attitude and a thousand thoughts were swirling in his mind.
'Damn him! How can he take advantage of Luna like this? She has been fairly obvious last year, but I thought that Ron wasn't interested … and the letter confirmed it. Bastard! He is just taking advantage of her and he is probably going to dump her before the end of the summer so as to be free to pursue Hermione. After all, he has been pretty much as obvious as Luna. I'm almost sure he wants to date Hermione but has never had the guts to ask her out. Will he do it now that his ego had received such a boost? And what would I feel if they embarked on such a relation? Would I still be their friend or would I be shunted on the side, holding the candle? Would Hermione have enough time to care for me? Anyway, I don't think it could work. Hermione and Ron are too dissimilar. They don't share any common interest. He always fights with her. He ridicules what she likes. I don't want them to date … Damn … but if I'm honest with myself, it's not only Ron. I'm not that fond of Krum either. I guess I just don't want Hermione to hook up with anyone… I want to keep her as my friend, my best friend. I would be lost without her. Oh Merlin. How can I keep her safe from Voldemort? People who are close to me either die or are hurt…'
Harry's swirling thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Moody's bellow. "Kid, Swimming time".
With a grunt, Harry got up from his bed and gingerly made his way to the Gym 'Damn. I thought these potions were supposed to prevent me being stiff.'
July 21st, 1996
When he sat down for lunch, Harry was in a good mood. He had expected to have a terrible summer, stuck with the Dursleys. But Moody's arrival had been a bowl of fresh air. The pain of Sirius' death was slowly ebbing. When he thought about his Godfather, it was not with the debilitating grief of the beginning but rather with melancholy and he could manage that as long as he didn't dwell on his responsibility in the Ministry debacle. For that reason, Moody's words were like a punch in the stomach.
"Why, in Hell, did you go to the Ministry, Kid?" asked calmly Moody.
"What?"
"I know you thought Sirius was being tortured at the Ministry. But I want you to explain why you thought it was real and what you expected to do."
"I don't want to talk about it." answered Harry sulkily. He looked down at his plate. His good mood had evaporated as quickly as a drop of water on a sizzling grill.
"Tough! Because I do. You don't want to learn from your mistakes? What's going to happen when you'll see Granger or the youngest Weasley being raped by his death eaters? What will you do then?"
"I don't know!" yelled Harry. His stomach lurched. He felt sick. The images brought to mind by Moody's statement were too much. He suddenly stood up and ran to his bathroom. He had just the time to get on his knees before throwing up. When he stopped heaving, he grabbed the towel that Moody was handing him.
"I won't let you off that easily, kid. You need to get over your mistakes." continued Moody as if nothing has happened.
It was too much. Harry got out of the bathroom and threw himself on his bed. He clutched his pillow in front of his face and willed the images of Sirius going through the veil out of his mind. But as much as he tried, he was stuck in his own memory induced nightmare. He started whimpering.
Suddenly, he felt himself being turned over, his pillow snatched from him. He looked up just in time to see Moody's hand … approaching fast.
The blow, while not overly strong, was enough to bring Harry to his senses.
Sensing that Harry was back in the present, Moody continued his prodding, apparently emotionless and without pity. "Crying won't bring him back, Kid. You fucked up. You let yourself be dragged to the Ministry. He died and it's a miracle he was the only one. You need to face your mistakes. If you don't, it will eat you alive." And more gently than Harry had ever heard him "Come on, Harry, talk to me."
And, as if a dam had burst, Harry started talking "I saw him, Moody. It was exactly like when I had seen Mr Weasley being attacked. I couldn't think about anything else but getting to him. Hermione tried to tell me it was a trap but I didn't listen to her. I was so sure, Moody, I was so sure…and Kreacher lied to us …"
"What would you do if something similar happened again?"
"I … I don't know. Listen to Hermione? Get some help? But I couldn't stay there and do nothing! Nobody was available. What should have I done"
"You could have flooed to Grimmauld Place, or to the Ministry Aurors office. Running there half cocked was the worst thing to do. It put you in danger and it gave you no real hope of rescuing Sirius… had it been there. What did you expect to do anyway? Did you really expect to successfully rescue Sirius on your own, without a plan being not even half trained? Harry, a pack of Aurors would be challenged to even draw a sweat from him in a fight? As I told you before, you better train and plan before thinking about going after him. You got lucky, but luck can only take you so far. I want you to reflect on that while running this afternoon. We'll discuss what you could have done later. OK?"
Moody stopped for a moment to see if Harry wanted to argue the point. Seeing him nod silently, he continued
"Listen, Kid. You do have a responsibility in this fuck up. But you are not alone. Everybody dropped the ball. Snape didn't train you in Occlumency to avoid these dreams. Albus didn't give you any mean of communication with him or the Order after he left Hogwarts. Sirius didn't pay enough attention to his fight. Your friends should have stupefied you instead of following you. But don't kid yourself, it's Voldemort and his cronies who are to blame. They are the one who killed your parents, Cedric, Sirius … and so many others. So keep your anger for them, not you, nor the ones who want to fight on your side."
Moody pulled Harry from the bed and dragging him gently toward the common room.
"We still need to talk about the fight itself, to see where it went wrong. But that will wait for another day. Come on! Our meal is waiting."
Harry followed silently. He was a mass of confused feelings but he was sure of one thing, he was definitely not hungry.
July 31st, 1996
Harry was looking at himself in the mirror when Moody entered his room, without knocking as usual.
"Don't you ever knock, Old Man?" asked a mildly irritated Harry. Whatever he said, Moody kept entering his room every morning without knocking and that infuriated him.
"Stop admiring yourself and come out. Breakfast is ready." and he left, not having even acknowledged Harry's recrimination.
Harry blushed. Wearing only his bowers, he had indeed been studying the changes a month of intense training had had on his body. He noticed with pleasure that he was a bit taller and definitely more muscular. He had thought he had been in a good shape before, but was he wrong. Moody had been pushing him almost every waking hour of every day. It had been really painful at first, but he had come to enjoy the feeling he had after running for fifteen miles or swimming for an hour. Moody had explained it was something called endorphins kicking in but he didn't really care, he just enjoyed the High it gave him and he didn't think he could go back to his normal regimen even if he had the opportunity.
Harry put on his tee-shirt and some sneakers and left his room with a smile on his face. He was surprised to see they had a guest for breakfast.
"Headmaster" said Harry in a guarded tone, nodding to the old wizard.
"Happy birthday, Harry! I am glad to see you in a better mood than a month ago. I brought some gifts from your friends and a few letters you may want to read when you have time. Among them you'll find your OWL results. Le me be the first to congratulate you. You did very well. "
"You got the morning free. Sweet sixteen, Kid" interrupted Moody with a grin.
"Thank you so much, Moody!" answered Harry with a grin of his own, then, focusing on Dumbledore "Why did you bring the letters yourself? As a matter of fact, why didn't I receive any letter from any owl besides Hedwig?"
The Headmaster seemed as calm as ever. He looked at Harry for some time before answering "Harry … do you remember what happened in your fourth year after Rita Skeeter's articles regarding your relationship with Miss Granger? You got a lot of press this summer and a huge amount of mail to follow. I didn't want to risk a repeat of the bubotuber incident. I warded Privet Drive so as to redirect all owls to Hogwarts where your mail has been sorted by Dobby. That's why I brought the mail from your friends."
"What about the rest?"
"It's at Hogwarts…"
Obviously, Dumbledore wasn't ready to elaborate. Harry wasn't sure of how he should react. His feelings toward the old wizard were mitigated at best. He hadn't really forgiven him for his past mistakes but he realized that they had the same goal, beating Voldemort, if not the same priorities.
Regarding the mail problem per se, he was furious that the Headmaster had once again taken a decision concerning him without even telling him. But he had to admit he didn't relish the idea of receiving hate mail or Howlers and was quite content with Dobby checking his mail. Taking a deep breath, he decided he had to take a stand.
"Headmaster, you can't keep making decisions for me. You gave me your word that you wouldn't keep things from me. I know I have one more year before being of age in the wizarding world but from now on, please remember that I want to be consulted on any decision that in any way affects me. Is that clear?"
Dumbledore was taken aback by Harry's forcefulness. It seemed as if Moody's training had not only developed his body but helped him mature as well. He reassessed quickly his approach to be more conciliatory.
"I'll keep that in mind Harry. What do you want to do with the mail which his at Hogwarts?"
Moody decided to intervene at this point. "You won't have much time to read it anyway."
"Oh… Of course! Just have Dobby bring it here. I'll get through it as soon as my tormentor allows" answered Harry, smiling cheekily at Moody.
"All right…Well, I have to go. Happy Birthday again, Harry! If you need to talk to me, ask Alastor. He will know how to contact me." And without a sound Dumbledore was gone.
Moody immediately stood up and getting a small package from one of his pockets, he threw it gently at Harry. "Happy Birthday from your tormentor, Kid!"
As it was said with a grin, Harry did not take umbrage, but just retorted "Thanks, old man!"
"I'll let you have a look at your correspondence. But remember, you've got only the morning free"
"Hmm! Hmm!" answered distractedly Harry. He was already absorbed in his various gifts and letters. He was really happy to see that most of his friends had written to him. Ginny had written mostly to complain about Ron and Luna who seemed to be spending an awful amount of time locked in any available room at the Burrow. Neville had sent him a letter thanking him for having helped him with his DADA studies the previous year. To his surprise, most of the DA members had sent similar letters. It seemed they had all received great marks on their end of year exams. Even more surprising was the letter from Fred and Georges Weasley announcing that they had opened their first store in Diagon Alley and that they had made him a ten percent partner in their venture. They had even joined a share certificate to their letter to prove how serious they took his investment. And it was probably only an honest mistake that when he picked it up, his clothes were temporarily transfigured in a huge WWW ad… cap included.
After having read the letters from his friend, Harry decided to open his gifts. He wasn't really surprised with most of them. Luna and Ron had sent him an assortment of sweets while the rest of the Weasleys had pooled their money for a beautifully illustrated Quidditch book titled 'The Best Seeker Moves'. He got various books about DADA from Tonks, Kingsley, Dumbledore and surprisingly, Neville. Hagrid's gift was a pair of gloves made of graphorn hide, along with a letter complimenting him for his Outstanding in the Care of magical Creature OWL. He was surprised and a bit worried not to receive anything from Remus. As for Hermione, he supposed that due to her parents' hasty decision, she didn't have time to get a gift.
After having sorted his various gifts, Harry decided to open his OWL results. After Dumbledore comment, he knew he shouldn't be worried but he still opened his letter with a bit of apprehension. He soon realized that he had nothing to fear. His results were better than he had expected. Three Outstanding in DADA, COMC and Potions, two Exceed Expectations in Charms and Transfiguration, two Pass in Herbology and Astronomy and two Poor in Divination and History of Magic.
All in all, he was feeling pretty good while opening his last letter, but he lost his smile as soon as he started reading its content.
Gringotts, London
Department of Wills and Testaments
Dear Mr Potter,
You are hereby requested to attend the reading of Sirius Black's Will on August 29th, 1996 at 10:00.
If you were unable to attend, please contact as soon as possible Roshak, administrator of the Black Holdings at Gringotts, London.
We wish to express our heartfelt condolences for your loss.
Gartarok, Senior Solicitor
Gringotts, London
The pain that had almost disappeared after a month of mourning surged anew as if it had never left. Harry started hyperventilating. But this time he knew how to react. 'Deep breath, Harry. You know he's gone. You can get past this.' Slowly, his pulse went back to normal and after a moment, he carefully put away his various letters and went in search of Moody to start his training for the day.
August 25th, 1996
"Bastard!"
Moody was calmly eating his breakfast, waiting for is charge to appear when the expletive almost shook the walls of their abode. Moody lifted his head to see a clearly pissed Harry Potter sitting at their table, a crumpled letter in his hand.
"What has you so angry this morning?" asked a surprised Moody. The previous weeks had been astonishingly easy. Harry had been concentrating on his exercises with fearful intensity, never shirking, always giving more than was demanded. He had made good progress over the past two months and their daily discussions over lunch and dinner had been surprisingly interesting. The boy seemed to have an instinctive grasp of tactics and was often asking smart questions. His current attitude was in strong contrast with his mood of the previous days.
"Ron!"
"And ?"
"I got a letter from his sister, Ginny. He got himself a girlfriend at the start of the summer, Luna, Luna Lovegood, she is going to be a fifth year. He dumped her… with his usual tact. She left the Burrow in tears. Bastard!"
"What's wrong? I mean if I remember my youth with any accuracy, that's pretty much how it happens. Boy meets girl. They like each other. They have fun together. One gets tired. They part from each other and then they start again with someone else. What's the problem?"
"The problem .. The problem… " Harry paused for a moment. Even with his own extremely limited experience, he knew Moody was right. But that wasn't what had happened with Ron and Luna. "The problem is he used her. He knew from the start he was going to dump her at the end of the summer. He even wrote it to me at the start of the summer. She had been in love with him for at least a year and he didn't care for her. She gave him everything and he dumped her… hard. She is our friend, my friend. For Merlin sake, she came to the Ministry with us. She risked her life for us. He had no right to treat her like that."
Moody was curious now. "What would you have done? Rejected her outright? He could have fallen for her during these vacations. No harm in giving happiness a try!"
"I … would have told her outright that I didn't think she and I would make it as a couple… and then I would have asked her if she still wanted to give it a try. I wouldn't lie… and I would have tried to let her down gently… not by yelling at her and telling her that I never wanted to talk to her again as he seems to have done."
Harry was obviously pissed by his friend's attitude and seemed ready to continue ranting for a while. Moody decided to stop him before he gets too excited.
"OK! OK! I get your point! Are we done with the Weasley love story? Because we need to hurry. We have a meeting with Albus in one hour and I want to test your progress before we go. So eat your breakfast and I'll go pack your stuff. I'll meet you in the common room in fifteen minutes… sharp."
Fifteen minutes later, Mad-eye was back in the common room, Harry's packed and shrunk trunk in his hand and his testing apparatus opened on the coffee table.
"Ready for your test, Kid?" he asked with a grin.
Harry felt somewhat apprehensive. His initial experience with the testing instrument had been rather painful.
"Is that really necessary, Moody?"
"Well. To be honest, I hoped that it wouldn't be needed. But your progress, while exciting, has not been as much as I hoped for. You look better but you still look too small for your age. I don't think Snape's mix as been as effective as he thought it would be."
Harry knew it was true. At 5 feet 5 and 115 pounds, he was still shorter and lighter than all of his roommates even after having gained three inches and twenty pounds over the summer. Harry felt conflicting emotions at Moody's words. While he felt somewhat smug that Snape's potions had failed with him. He was disappointed in Moody's opinion of his evolution. For himself, he was feeling pretty happy with the changes.
"All right. But you know, Hogwarts is starting in a few days and I don't see what more we can do anyway. I guess we'll need to schedule some training before classes."
Harry, resigned to the pain, put his hand on the metal imprint. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth in anticipation of the burning sensation. After maybe a minute during which he didn't feel a thing, he opened his eyes to see Moody looking at him bizarrely.
"It didn't work?" asked Harry, puzzled.
At this, Moody nodded downward and just said "Look!"
Harry's eyes followed the movement and saw the reason for the old Auror's surprise, the now familiar blue halo was reaching up to his elbow, protecting him from the painful white glow of the testing box. Moody picked up the result of the test, looked at it for an instant before turning his attention back to Harry.
"Your magic seems to be highly adaptive. The halo formed itself almost as soon as you put your hand on the imprint, but it didn't hamper the testing."
"So what are the results?"
"Not that good… only forty percent. At this rhythm, you'll need six more months with the same intensity to reach your magical maturity…Let's go and meet with Dumbledore."
Moody drew his Rubik's cube out of one of his pockets and a few seconds later, they were gone.
