Harry did not know where to begin, but it did not matter, at that moment,
something large and silver came falling through the canopy over the dance
floor. Graceful and gleaming, the lynx landed lightly in the middle of the astonished
dancers. Heads turned, as those nearest it froze absurdly in mid-dance.
Then the Patronus’s mouth opened wide and it spoke in the loud, deep, slow
voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt.