It was afternoon.
The sky above the Quidditch Pitch was a blue so pure it held not a trace of impurity.
Sunlight poured down over the entire pitch, as though draping the earth in a dazzling veil of gold.
A gentle breeze brushed past, carrying the faint scent of fresh grass into people's noses and bringing a little of summer's distinctive coolness.
The wind sent the flags beside the pitch snapping and rustling.
Sirius took the items out of his bag one by one, setting them here and there on the table before him. As he put each one down, he gave a brief explanation.
"Automatic Tracking Restraint Handcuffs: they can record the name or aura of a target wizard. As long as that person comes within ten meters, with nothing in the way, the handcuffs will automatically fasten around their wrists and restrict their movements.
"The runes on them also suppress the target's magical output, making the wand in their hand no different from a stick. But there's one drawback: the information on them can't be erased, so they can only catch one target. They have no effect on anyone else.
"I'll charge you 500 Galleons each. That's not expensive at all. Just think, the reward for me back when I was wanted was 10,000 Galleons... heh... but I can buy back the used handcuffs for one Galleon."
At Sirius's price, a gust blew Scrimgeour's hair across his cheek, just concealing the twitch in his face.
"So the name or aura can be erased, then?"
"No, but I can dismantle them for some of the materials and use those to make other things."
Sirius spoke with utter sincerity.
He certainly would not tell the other man that he had a tool capable of erasing their contents.
This was one