Corvin leaps off the building, shifting into his wings as he falls. Harry flies away from where Pettigrew hangs; Corvin catches up and perches on the shaft of the broom to ride along. Harry takes them down to the street, to the nearby office of the Daily Prophet. He slips his letter through the mail slot in the door. Through the window, he watches the envelope all but come to life. The thing explodes into multiples; copies upon copies spread out over the offices, landing on every desk and all over the floor and slipping under closed doors, getting to every nook and cranny of the building. The message can’t be missed.