When Harry knocked on the office door, received permission, and walked inside, Dumbledore was in his pajamas, yawning continuously.
The Sorting Hat was still describing the motorcycle to Godric—the deep roaring engine, the bright, flickering headlights, the aerodynamically flawless body, and the wind-like speed. Gryffindor was immensely envious.
"Have they been going on about this for the entire night?" Harry said expressionlessly.
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