Harry watches for a few moments, then blithely turns back to the table. Before he even notices what's happening, he seems to have eaten three tiny sausages on toothpicks, with more in his hand. There was something he was going to mention about what's on this table.

"But enough of my dealings," he announces, around one cheek full of hors d'œuvres. "How goes it with you, eh? Champions of the ring?"