It didn’t occur to Harry to put Fudge right. He was still waiting to hear what was going to happen to him now. ‘So all that remains,’ said Fudge, now buttering himself a second crumpet, ‘is to decide where you’re going to spend the last three weeks of your holidays. I suggest you take a room here at the Leaky Cauldron and –’ ‘Hang on,’ blurted Harry, ‘what about my punishment?’ Fudge blinked. ‘Punishment?’ ‘I broke the law!’ Harry said. ‘The Decree for the Restriction of Underage Wizardry!’ ‘Oh, my dear boy, we’re not going to punish you for a little thing like that!’ cried Fudge, waving his crumpet impatiently. ‘It was an accident! We don’t send people to Azkaban just for blowing up their aunts!’