Shacklebolt addressed his team. "Sirius Black has been at large for two months now. Progress reports, please."
"Dementors are at Hogwarts and Hogsmeade."
"We're watching several other places Black may go."
"Three Divination experts are providing daily horoscopes for Black."
A young clerk pushed a cart with a squeaky wheel into the room. He put several letters and a parcel on the table.
"Thank you," Shacklebolt said. "Now we have a tip that Black might be--"
"In a holding cell downstairs," the clerk said.
Everyone stared. "Who brought him in?" "When?" "How?"
The clerk shrugged. "I owled him a portkey."