"I've no ambition to be a good sport."
"Perhaps not. But you are a good sport. A thorough good sport. And you won't give up till you've seen this thing through."
"Is that a prediction, or a—command? It sounds like a command."
"It is whatever will hold you to the business you've undertaken. I want you to conquer the rest, as you've conquered Radcliffe."
"The rest?"
"Yes."
"What do you mean by the rest?"
"I mean circumstances. I mean obstacles. I mean, my mother—my sister."
"I don't—understand."
"Perhaps not."