Wood broke off, looking awkward.
“I'm working on it,” said Harry quickly.Toms Cordones Men “Professor Lupin said he'd train me to ward off the Dementors. We should be starting this week. He said he'd have time after Christmas.”
“Ah,” said Wood, his expression clearing. “Well, in that case — I really didn't want to lose you as Seeker, Harry. And have you ordered a new broom yet?”
“No,” said Harry.
“What! You'd better get a move on, you know — you can't ride that Shooting Star against Ravenclaw!”
“He got a Firebolt for Christmas,” said Ron.
“A Firebolt? No! Seriously? A — a real Firebolt?”
“Don't get excited, Oliver,” said Harry gloomily. “I haven't got it anymore. It was confiscated.” And he explained all about how the Firebolt was now being checked for jinxes.
“Jinxed? How could it be jinxed?”
“Sirius Black,” Harry said wearily. “He's supposed to be after me. So McGonagall reckons he might have sent it.”
Waving aside the information that a famous murderer was after his Seeker, Wood said, “But Black couldn't have bought a Firebolt! He's on the run! The whole country's on the lookout for him! How could he just walk into Quality Quidditch Supplies and buy a broomstick?”
“I know,” said Harry, “but McGonagall still wants to strip it down —”
Wood went pale.