A parcel arrived at the Red Group's door. Harry picked it up. He tried to read for whom it was intended, but he still had no reading ability. He looked around before peeling the sellotape from the edges and opening the package.
The paper fell to the floor. Some tape got stuck to Harry's cloak but he didn't notice, due to his poor observational skills. Inside was a strange item.
"What is this?" Harry asked Ghosty.
"Hmm, it looks like a box Harry," he answered.
Harry was taken by surprise. It was not just a box. Not just an MS box. It was…..HIS SHOE BOX!
Harry was shocked. His fingers began to tremble and he dropped the box.
"Ghosty, it's my shoebox!" Harry exclaimed.
"I don't know what that is or why it's important." Ghosty replied.
Harry lifted the lid of his shoebox. It seemed dirty and damaged. It must have been injured during the crash. Inside the box, he did not find shoes, but a note.
"Just Kidding LOL - McDonaldall" it read.
"I cannot read." Harry said quietly.
Outside of the window, McDonaldall was peering inwards. She could see Harry. She could see his confusion. And she saw him talking to nobody. She laughed. She enjoyed this torment she executed. McDonaldall had found a new hobby. She zoomed away, laughing.