“Lumos Maxima,” Peter whispered. The tip of his wand glowed beneath the blanket. “Lumos Maxima…” “Why can’t you just sleep?” Stewart almost cried. For the past thirty minutes, Peter had been lying under his blanket, repeatedly murmuring the Lumos spell as he tried to read something. It was nearly three in the morning, and Stewart had finally had enough. “Just a minute,” Peter said. Unlike Stewart, he was wide awake. With an irritated groan, Stewart pulled his blanket over his head and tucked himself tightly inside, covering his ears. Under his own blanket, Peter continued reading the latest edition of the Daily Prophet , published only a few minutes ago. The Ministry had announced a new law concerning professional sports, and Peter had been waiting all night to find out exactly what it was. By the time he finished the article, the excitement had disappeared from his face. He looked puzzled—almost disappointed. Peter lowered the newspaper and placed his wand on the desk beside his lapto...