On the way, taking advantage of the supervisor's slight distraction, Draco used the action of protecting Diana to his side, and secretly flicked his fingers to unleash a silent, staffless Confundus Charm that accurately struck the back of the supervisor's neck.
The manager led them to the inner part of the casino, which is not open to ordinary guests, and they had to walk through a corridor to get there.
The corridor was lined with closed doors, leading to the casino's security office, with a sign on the door indicating it was for staff only.
The supervisor pushed open the office door.
The room was not large, and the furnishings were very simple.
A large desk sits in the center, with a computer and various documents on it. Several monitors hang on the wall, displaying images from different areas.
There were also a few cold chairs in the room; this was a place where the casino handled disputes and checked suspicious guests.
The supervisor walked straight to his desk and sat down, gesturing for the two men to sit in the chairs opposite him. "Please, have a seat."
Two security guards stood on either side of the door. One of them closed the door behind him, the heavy door shutting out the noise of the casino outside, making the atmosphere inside the office even more serious.
It was almost suffocating. Diana sat down carefully, her hands on her knees, nervously twisting together.
"Okay!" Draco put his arm around Diana's shoulder and led her calmly to the chair opposite the desk.
He was completely unaffected by the oppressive atmosphere.
Diana remained somewhat uneasy, her hands clasped tightly together on her knees, too nervous to move.
The supervisor wasted no time, immediately opening the monitoring system on the desktop and fast-forwarding through the entire process from the two men entering the room to winning three slot machines in a row. Everything was clearly visible on the high-definition screen.
Throughout the scene, Draco sat next to Diana with his hands in his pockets and never touched the slot machine.
Then it was confirmed that Diana's operation was normal; she inserted coins and pulled the lever without any abnormality or professional technique, and there were no suspicious external devices on her.
Meanwhile, the surveillance footage clearly showed that all the used slot machines were intact, without any signs of being pried open, modified, or damaged, and were in normal working order.
The supervisor stared intently at the screen, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper. The image showed no problems, which only intensified his doubts and unease. Was it really just incredible luck?
After watching it several times,
They still couldn't find a single flaw.
After reviewing the surveillance footage, the supervisor politely but firmly demanded that the two individuals present their identification. "Please show your ID cards. We need to verify your identity information and complete the verification process."
Upon hearing this, Diana instinctively reached for her identification, but Draco spoke first, "Didn't the security guard already check it before we entered the casino? If the manager needs it, he can call the guard over for questioning; there's no need to repeat it."
This is a reasonable question.
Under the subtle influence of the Confundus Charm, the supervisor's convictions were easily overshadowed by the thought that it was unnecessary.
"... No need." The supervisor found Draco's words perfectly reasonable and without any problems, so he didn't bring up the request for identification again and skipped that part of the check.
A security guard approached with a metal detector and carefully scanned Draco and Diana from head to toe. After the scan was complete, no unusual electronic device signals were detected.
"Sir, could you please turn your suit jacket inside out and check all the pockets? We've confirmed there are no suspicious devices. The process will be quick and won't take long." The supervisor persisted.
Draco didn't waste any words and did as he was told.
First, he turned the pockets of his suit trousers inside out, finding them completely empty. Then, he lifted his suit jacket, revealing the inner pockets for his supervisor to inspect. Inside, there was only a disguised ordinary ID and a few winning chips.
There was nothing else besides that.
When it was Diana's turn, the supervisor's attitude was noticeably different, probably because she was a woman, and also because the previous checks hadn't found anything wrong, so they didn't ask her to search her pockets.
He simply gestured, "Miss, you don't need to move, we'll just take a look." Then he had the security guard open her bag and take a look.
Because the coins were replaced with chips, the contents were clearly visible: besides the chips, there were only some women's personal belongings.
At this moment, the supervisor's heart sank even further: the equipment was fine, he had nothing on him, and the surveillance footage showed no flaws... there was absolutely no way to find any fault with him.
Is it really just luck? But in casino experience, this kind of continuous luck is almost always a sign of something wrong.
Seeing that the metal detector showed nothing unusual, she felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders, and even straightened her back a little. It seemed... it really was just a routine check?
Just then, the supervisor took a deep breath, clinging to his last glimmer of hope, and opened the slot machine's backend data log.
After carefully checking each parameter
The screen clearly showed that all machine payout data was completely normal, the odds settings met casino standards, there were no abnormal fluctuations, and the back-end system showed no signs of intrusion or tampering, nor did it receive any external remote control commands.
All data is compliant and without anomalies.
With that, all checks were completed, and no problems were found. The office fell into a deathly silence, with only the faint hum of the monitor screens breaking the silence. The atmosphere grew increasingly tense.
The supervisor stared at the flawless backend logs on the screen, then glanced at the composed couple at the table. Finally, he gave in, saying with a final, reluctant tone:
"You're not professional gamblers, and there's nothing wrong with your equipment, but this level of luck is really unusual."
"Does luck or bad luck fall under the jurisdiction of the casino?"
Draco countered,
"Casinos have their rules," the manager said without changing his expression. "Excessively high profits will disrupt the normal order of the establishment and affect the mindset of other customers. We reserve the right to terminate services in such cases."
"You two can take all of today's profits with you, but you don't need to enter the market again afterward."
This is an ultimatum, a common tactic casinos use to deal with troublesome gamblers: politely send them away, never to be welcomed again.
"We didn't cheat, why can't we play?" Diana exclaimed anxiously. The money they had won was their hope, but if they were permanently banned, what would happen to her husband David...
"These are casino rules, I don't need to explain too much to you." The manager ignored Diana's aggrieved expression.
He only addressed Draco, saying, "Not cheating doesn't mean you can stay. If you disrupt the order and cause disturbances among other guests, we have the right to refuse you entry."
His words sealed off any possibility of debate.
Just as the atmosphere became tense again, Draco discussed...
"We won't take the profits with us. Since we can't play slot machines, can we try other games at the casino?"
This was an unexpected suggestion.