Harry watches obediently, elbows braced on the bar, his chin in his hands, frowning.

"Ah, one of ours has surrendered--" Off he goes, and a new one comes on. The number must be strictly limited, otherwise why would all those fellows on the sides just be standing around?

"O-- o--" In it goes! And it's plain from the reaction on the little screen that this time is different. Everyone is shouting and hugging! And sorry, Feuilly, Harry hasn't quite realized that he's expressing his delight by smacking you repeatedly in the arm!