What happened that night seemed to stay locked inside the office. Afterward, Percy went on as usual: teaching classes, docking points, reporting to the Ministry of Magic, and handing work over to Macnair. He missed nothing.
George and Fred resumed their pranks on him the next day. Percy retaliated by finding fault with them in History of Magic, giving them detention, and making them clean the corridors on two floors.
Behind the scenes, though, Percy had become Dumbledore's secret agent in the Ministry of Magic—and one with close ties to Fudge.
He was also secretly helping Dumbledore plan something...
A few days later, on a sunny afternoon, one of Hogwarts' most popular classes—Flying Class—was in full swing above the lawn outside Hogwarts Castle.
Harry wasn't riding his Firebolt. Flying Class required them to use the school's old broomsticks, but he didn't mind. He pushed off hard, and his broomstick obediently rose into the air.
Flying Class was his favorite. Nothing made him feel freer than soaring into the wind. Harry glanced at Will in the distance.
He used to wonder why Will never liked Flying Class. Then he realized Will could fly on his own.
Will was flying low, quietly reading a book. At first, Madam Hooch hadn't allowed him to read on a broomstick. It was only after Will joined the Society for the Promotion of Alchemical Excellence that she relaxed the rule.
Of course, Madam Hooch said she had been won over by Will's flying skills. That was possible too. Will flew well, though not as well as Harry.
"Watch this, Harry!" Ron shouted from nearby, pulling Harry out of his reverie. Ron yanked his broomstick upward, tracing a slightly crooked arc through the air.
"You're flying too high, Ron!" Harry called with a grin, unable to