"Fourth Task. We need to make an exact replica of the Quidditch Pitch vault," said Harry.

"For practice?" asked Ron.

"Something like that."



"Fifth task. Intelligence," Harry said as he took another large package from an owl, "We need those codes from the only guy that has all three, Dennis."

"Roger?" asked Dennis.

"Learn to love his shadow," said Ron as he unpacked another box that held the replica vault door.

"Wait, I'm just following him around?" Dennis asked, obviously mad.

"You've got to walk before you crawl," said Harry. Dennis looked up, confused.

"Reverse that," Ron said.



"Sixth task, transport. We're going to need brooms that have extra storage space."



Fred and George sat on two different brooms, bouncing up and down and flying as fast as they could at each other before coming to a sudden stop. Inside Draco was talking with a salesman.

"I'm sorry, Sir., but 150 galleons is the best that I can do," said the salesman.

"Well, they sure are nice brooms," Draco said eyeing the twins, "but I just can't do that. Thank you for your time, Mr. uh, Mr?"

"Mr. Billy Dragonhide," said the salesman.

"Oh, like the leather!" Draco exclaimed as they shook hands. The salesman tried to let go of Draco's hand, but Draco kept holding on.

"My," Draco started, "you have really nice hands. They're very soft. May I ask you if you moisturize?"

"Uhh..no," replied Mr. Dragonhide.

"Well, you have very nice hands," Draco said as he started to squeeze Mr. Dragonhide's hand harder and harder, "Now, I've tried all different types of remedies. You know aloe vera and all types of enchantments and charms, but nothing ever seems to work. Ideally we should all wear gloves before going to bed, but I've found that that interferes with my night time activities, if you know what I mean."

Mr. Dragonhide grunted a yes in pain.

Draco squeezed even harder, while continuing to talk again, "Now my hands..,"

"OK! 125," Mr. Dragonhide squeaked out.

Draco squeezed even harder.

"100, if you pay in cash," Mr. Dragonhide said, obviously in a great deal of pain.

Draco let go and smiled, "They told me to come to you. Thank you."



Sirius stood in front of a mirror, feeling the silk robe that he had on.

"This is nice," he said.

"It's imported silk," Harry said from where he was sitting on a couch, "Will you excuse us?" he asked all of the tailors that were standing by him. Ron started to get up too, but Harry motioned for him to stay.

"Sirius, are you sure that you're ready for this?" Harry asked.

Sirius turned and looked Harry up and down before saying, "Harry, if you ever ask me that again, you will not wake up the next day."

Harry turned and looked at Ron and looked at Sirius again.

"He's ready," Harry said with a nod.



"So tell me about Roger," said Ron as he and Dennis sat at a table in the casino.

"That man's a machine!" Dennis exclaimed, "He arrives here everyday at 2 sharp. Same broom. Same driver."



Roger got off his stretch broom and walked down the red carpet leading into his casino. Checking his watch, he saw that it was exactly two in the afternoon.

"Hey Robert," he said to one of the valets, "How's the kid?"

"Growing," said the valet.

Roger didn't notice as Dennis walked by.



"He remembers every one of his valet's names and greets them as he walks in. Pretty good for a guy worth two quarters of a million," Dennis continued, "He works hard in his offices upstairs until seven when he hits the lobby floor and talks with his manager."

"What do they talk about?" Ron interjected.

"All business. Roger likes to know what going on in his casino. He likes to be in control. There's rarely an incident he doesn't know about. " Dennis said.



Roger walked over towards his manager. They talked for exactly three minutes and ten he went over and talked to one of his high rollers. He was Japanese and Roger tried out a little bit of his Japanese on the man for a couple minutes until he went to talk to a Mexican looking man.



"After that?" Ron asked before taking a bite of nachos.

"He spends a few minutes panhandling the high rollers. He's fluent in Spanish, German, French and is learning Japanese. He's getting pretty good at it too," Dennis said as they started walking towards the bathrooms.

"He's out by 7:30 when an assistant hands him a black folder with the take for the day and the codes. Then he heads for the bathroom," said Dennis checking his watch, "It's 7:29."

Roger walked by, obviously on his way to the bathroom.

"See, I told you. He's a machine," Dennis said.

Ron licked his fingers from the nachos before saying, "Then what?"

"Then a girl comes from the museum. She's the curator. I don't know whether we can use her yet. But she's definitely the best part of my day," Dennis said.

Ron looked up as a tall woman wearing a red dress walked down the stairs. Hiding his face until she came by, he looked back up at Dennis.

"Actually, I haven't even caught her name," Dennis said.

"Ginny," Ron choked out.

Dennis looked at her confused.

"She's my sister, Ginny," Ron said.



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