Chapter Three: A Little Bit More

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.


The treasure, to Harry's dismay, did not exist.

"Aaaaaaw, why must I be so stupid?" he screamed to the sky, causing a flerd (as they are half eagles and half horses, they must be half flocks and half herds) of hippogriffs to go flying up into the clouds.

"Because you were born that way!" Ron yelled from a window, "Now get your butt inside!"

Harry set off back to the castle, and tripped.

"Ooooooooh, a galleon!" he giggled, noticing what he'd tripped on. He picked it up, bit it, and added it to his pocket full of treasure, "That's six galleons down, er...some more to go!"

He rushed up to the castle for hs breakfast.

Later on, Harry decided to go and visit Dobby.

"Heya Dobs! Need any help?" he asked.

"Oooooh, Harry Potter is wanting to help Dobby! Dobby would pay Harry Potter ten galleons if he helped to tend to Winky with him for one night, Harry Potter Sir!"

"OK Dobby,that sounds OK!" Harry followed Dobby into a little side room where Winky was sitting on a house-elf loo.

"Winky is having sloppy droppings, Harry Potter! We is needing you to muck out Winky's little lavatory!"

Harry groaned, pulled on some very thick protective gloves, and set to work.

"Thank you Harry Potter! You is a godsend to us elves!"

"Has you done yet, Harry Potter?" Dobby asked two hours later.

"Almost, Dobby, I just need to muck out the last little bit in the sick bucket," Harry grumbled, sluicing sick out of a mucky bucket, "THERE! FINALLY! WHOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"Oh, Harry Potter, Sir!" Dobby gasped, shaking his head sadly, "Dobby is forgetting, Dobby spends all his money on socks, Sir! Dobby has only three galleons and one sickle left! Bad, BAD Dobby!"

"Oh, Dobby!" Harry moaned, but he took the money, cleaned himself up, thanked the elves and left.

Harry added up his money.

"Five plus one plus four equals?" He thought, "AHA! Nine! I have nine galleons and a sickle. I need hmmmmm...fifteen minus nine equals six, so I must need five galleons and sixteen sickles!"

"Sixteen sickles, Harry?" Seamus was at the end of the corridor, "I'd pay sixteen sickles for those cool trousers of yours, mate!"

"You've got a deal!" Harry pulled of his trousers and handed them to Seamus, who gave him sixteen sickles.

"Thanks for the business Harry! See you next time!" Seamus skipped along, swishing the trousers.

Harry was trouserless, but now had ten full galleons. Hang on a minute, which pocket was the money in...?

"SEAMUUUUUUUUUUUS! SEAMUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUS!" Harry bellowed after his pal, "SEAMUS! HANG ON A MINUTE, MATE!"

Seamus froze and turned round.

"What is it?" he called.

"ACCIO MONEY!" Harry cried, and his hard-earned cash flew towards him. He counted it up - all ten galleons.

"Ta, Seamus! You can go now!"

"BYE!" Seamus left.