It didn’t take long for Harry’s secret to get out. Holding himself in a hovering pose and focusing his mind on the powers of the air, Harry felt the tell-tale ripple of human energies on the breeze. Three of them, in an arrowhead formation. Harry ground his jaw in anticipation, for he recognised the signature of the lead broom. The Weasley link from Percy’s soul in Harry’s mind suddenly ignited, as if in fervoured excitement, and Harry was in no doubt as to why.