"That's the fastest broom in the world, isn't it, Dad?"
A boy who looked too young to have started school asked his father loudly, swinging from his arm.
"The Irish International Team has just ordered seven of these beauties!"
The shopkeeper told everyone, "This model is a favorite at the Quidditch World Cup!"
Malfoy squeezed past someone and quietly read the description beside the broom to his friends:
The Firebolt represents the highest level of craftsmanship currently available in broomsticks. Its streamlined handle, exquisitely fashioned from ash wood, is a masterpiece.
It is treated with a diamond-hard polish and bears a hand-engraved registration number.
Every twig in this product's tail has been individually selected to achieve perfect streamlining, giving it unparalleled balance and precision.
The Firebolt accelerates to 150 miles per hour in ten seconds and features an exceptionally effective braking system.
Price on request.
Price on request...
The young wizards sighed. Generally speaking, anything labeled with those words cost more than they could possibly imagine.
Even for someone as wealthy as Malfoy, Lucius might be willing to buy him the equivalent of a million-dollar sports car to show off.
But there was no way he would buy him an F1 car.
Ron could only dream of a broom like this.
Harry pressed himself against the shop window, staring at the broom.
It's beautiful. If I could ride that broom, that... that would be amazing.
Sirius watched the longing on his godson's face. This was the first time he had seen Harry wear such an expression.
Just like James-yes, exactly like James.
"Sirius, look! The latest Cleansweep!
It's brilliant! The official broom of the Quidditch World Cup."
James had pressed himself against a shop window just like that, gazing inside in exactly the same way.
Lupin and Sirius had been