Moving Moneybag

Perhaps because it was amusing, or for some other reason, Fred and George repeated Albert's words to Ron verbatim.

Ron, who had never had so much as a single Galleon in his pocket, was utterly stunned to hear that Scabbers, who slept in his schoolbag, was worth tens of thousands of Galleons.

Ron reached up to clutch his chest and took several deep breaths before calming his wildly pounding heart.

"You're not fooling me, are you?"

It was not that Ron did not believe them, but Fred and George always loved playing pranks on him. Everything they said sounded like a trick.

If Scabbers were really worth that much, Percy would have sold him long ago. Why would he have given him to Ron?

"Why would we fool you? Albert said Muggles especially liked studying creatures that had lived for a very long time. I remember your rat has lived much longer than ordinary rats." Fred put on a stern face and said seriously, "It is not strange if someone lives ten or so years longer than others, but if someone lives twice as long as everyone else, people will naturally be curious about how he managed to live that long."

"Maybe... maybe he drank the Elixir of Life."

In truth, Ron had only understood that Scabbers was worth so much entirely because he had lived for a long time.

Well, now that he thought about it, Scabbers really had lived a long time.

"So, do you want to sell Scabbers?" Fred and George asked, draping their arms over Ron's shoulders. "This is a rare opportunity. One rat could be traded for tens of thousands of Galleons' worth of Muggle money, maybe even more. We'd make a fortune."

"Th-this..."

Ron's lips trembled slightly. Just as the word "sell" was about