If Lord Borr's wrath and anger and high blood pressure would have allowed it, he would have hugged that Professor Forrestor. Such a good sort of fellow. Nice man. Decent role model. Bit too skinny, but not everyone could be perfect like Lord Borr.

Lord Borr pushed to his feet. "Deliver the new cane to my office, Mr. Potter," Lord Borr was eerily calm. "I will not have a second hand cane that was put together with some little idiot's magic wand. You get me a new wand and I won't send for the Ministry Police. When you deliver the cane, I will deliver you next task."

And this kid was officially dismissed. Lord Borr sat back down with a large, loud noise that sounded a lot like Lord Borr had passed gas. He massaged his temples.