As a shower of Galleons rained down, the wizards immediately scrambled to bend over and pick them up. Some even started fighting over the coins.
Tickets to the Quidditch World Cup final weren't cheap. Add in the cost of renting a campsite, and many people had spent a fortune—even dipping into the money they'd need for food in the days ahead.
Now they had a chance to make some of that money back... Who would turn it down?
Could Veela match Leprechauns for generosity? Not a chance!
But the wizards in the top box where Harley sat didn't make a move. Fred and George merely used their feet to quietly sweep the coins back toward themselves, then stood on them.
Ron went even further. He sneezed several times in a row, then took the opportunity to bend down while blowing his nose and carefully slip a few coins into his pocket.
Clearly, thanks to the fine upbringing the Weasley family had given them, they still cared about their dignity.
The other Ministry of Magic officials hadn't noticed, but Professor McGonagall had spotted the three embarrassing children from her own House.
She couldn't help sighing, then muttered in a very quiet voice,
"What on earth did the professors of those wizards in the stands teach them?"
"Does no one know that Leprechaun gold is fake and vanishes after a few hours?"
The three of them froze. The Weasley Twins immediately lifted their feet, while Ron tossed the coins back onto the ground and sat bolt upright, as if nothing had happened.
Mr. Weasley gave Professor McGonagall a grateful look, then continued chatting quietly with Sirius.
The giant shamrock eventually disappeared. The Leprechauns landed in another corner of the pitch, glaring across the field at the Veela and making threatening gestures at