The hair on the back of your neck stands on end. You have a feeling that everything is not okay. Memories begin to flood back into your mind. Memories of an owl carrying news of your Mom, of an accident in the Department of Mysteries.
Your brother quickly opens the window, startling you out of your trance. The owl flies thru the window and crashes onto the table with a sickening thud.
The owl is in rough shape. It has many missing feathers, and what appear to be scorch-marks across its face. In its claws is a letter, with a bright red seal.
If you talented in the Care of Magical Creatures, turn to page 205.
Otherwise, turn to page 28.
