“Post’s due any minute – I think Gran’s sending on a few things I forgot.’ Harry had only just started his porridge when, sure enough, there was a rushing sound overhead and a hundred or so owls streamed in, circling the Hall and dropping letters and packages into the chattering crowd. A big, lumpy parcel bounced off Neville’s head, and a second later, something large and grey fell into Hermione’s jug, spraying them all with milk and feathers. ‘Errol!’ said Ron, pulling the bedraggled owl out by”