People had sent him a lot of photographs for a lot of different reasons. Each photo had a bit of parchment stuck to the back identifying the sender, receipt date, and subjects of the photos (along with some scribbles that Harry assumed were Gobbledygook), but without the original letters, sometimes Harry had to guess why the photo was sent. A small boy in robes with a face-paint scar on his forehead, pushing glasses up his nose, was obvious enough. So were three wizards standing in a row, baring their left forearms to show lightning-bolt tattoos. A photograph of a squirming newborn baby mystified him until he turned it over and saw that the child's name was Harry Crockford. Even after checking the labels, though, he had no idea why four witches, three relatives of witches, and one wizard had sent him naked pictures.