When Harry returned to George and Fred's dormitory, he tossed the money pouch straight onto their desk.
The two hurriedly asked:
"Looks like you borrowed quite a bit!"
"Does the professor know what it's for?"
Harry shook his head and said:
"I didn't see my maternal cousin. Dobby lent me this money. Come on, let's keep going!"
George and Fred exchanged disappointed looks, suddenly finding the whole thing rather dull.
Their most fundamental purpose in coming up with this game had been to use Harry to swindle gold out of Douglas, taking revenge for what had happened back then.
But they had already come this far, so they could only grit their teeth and carry on. They would face retaliation once they were found out anyway, so why not earn a little more?
Harry drew another slip of paper from the box. Not bad-it was a Purple Map Fragment.
This time, he drew another slip without hesitation. When he read the words on it, his eyes widened in fury, and he angrily tore it to pieces.
"Are you messing with me? What rat? Tell me, where did this rat come from that stole my five Purple Map Fragments?"
He had never imagined there would even be an option where his fragments were stolen.
George stepped forward, patted Harry on the shoulder, and said in surprise:
"That's an option laid down by the game's creator. There's nothing we can do about it. If you really can't stand it, you can curse the game designer at the top of your lungs. We won't object.
"But your luck really is good. We never drew that option back then. Well? Do you want to keep going?"
Harry shrugged George's hand off his shoulder and said:
"You call this good luck? I want to inspect