Tris had spent the whole journey probing them and finally confirmed that his two brothers were neither reincarnators nor transmigrators. They simply had wild imaginations.
And just as they had said, they really had not wagered much-only two hundred Galleons.
Before last summer, before Tris invested in the Twins' business, two hundred Galleons would have been an earth-shattering fortune to those two little goofballs.
They could have gritted their teeth, stamped their feet, and strained until they farted, and still not scraped it together.
For Fred and George now, however, it was no big deal at all. Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes was already up and running. Although they had yet to open a shop in Diagon Alley, their business had taken off, and they were already the largest joke shop in the Wizarding World and Zonko's top business partner.
Saying they were raking in gold every day might have been an exaggeration, but a thousand Galleons or so really was no longer worth worrying about.
"What odds did Bagman give you?" That was Tris's final question.
"Seventeen to one!" Fred glanced at Arthur and Molly at the front of the line, confirmed that they had not heard the conversation, then lowered his voice.
Tris's eyes went wide.
Seventeen to one?
Wouldn't that leave Bagman wanting to jump off a building?
At seventeen to one, their two hundred Galleons would turn into three thousand four hundred Galleons, including the stake. That was easily enough to bankrupt a former professional Quidditch player who had been retired for years and had no real concept of saving money five times over.
The only question was whether that old bastard Bagman would welsh on the bet when the time came.
Wizards were generally a terribly undisciplined lot. Even with dozens of entrances to the stadium, getting