"No, no, don’t put that in your mouth, mate!" Sirius said, but it was too late. The edge of the flyer went straight into Harry’s drooling, toothless mouth. Sirius guessed which bag held the eggs and dropped the other one to the floor. He pulled the wet flyer—which now had a chunk missing—from Harry’s fist, then fished around in Harry’s mouth with one finger for the piece of paper that he’d bitten off. It was in soggy shreds, but at least he hadn’t swallowed it.