¡°Molly, they say Sirius Black's mad, and maybe he is, but he was clever enough to escape from Azkaban, and that's supposed to be impossible. It's been three weeks, and no one's seen hide nor hair of him, and I don't care what Fudge keeps telling the Daily Prophet, we're no nearer catching Black than inventing self-spelling wands. The only thing we know for sure is what Black's after ¡ª¡±
Everyone looked up at him.
¡°It all comes down to blood, as I was saying the other day. Bad blood will out. Now, I'm saying nothing against your family, Petunia¡± ¡ª she patted Aunt Petunia's bony hand with her shovel-like one ¡°but your sister was a bad egg. They turn up in the best families. Then she ran off with a wastrel and here's the result right in front of us.¡±