They looked at each other for a few seconds. Harry knew that he had won. He felt a strange thrill build up inside him: goosebumps ran down his spine at the realization of the power he actually had over this terrifying wizard. No one in the world would dare yell at him, shove him in the chest, and set conditions, but Harry was easily getting away with it — maybe another two hundred loops, and he’d be able to twist ropes out of him. It wasn’t that bad, really. It was changing them.