things.
"Any questions?" said Harry.
Fred and George stared at each other.
"I can't think of any."
"Neither can I."
Harry coughed gently. "You didn't ask about your budget."
"I could just tell you the amount," Harry said. "But I think
Harry's hands dipped into his robe, and brought forth -
Fred and George almost fell over, even though they were sitting down.
"Don't spend it for the sake of spending it," Harry said. On the stone floor in front of them gleamed an absolutely ridiculous amount of money. "Only spend it if awesomeness requires; and what awesomeness does require, don't hesitate to spend. If there's anything left over, just return it afterward, I trust you. Oh, and you get ten percent of what's there, regardless of how much you end up spending -"
"We
(The twins never took money for doing anything illegal. Unknown to Ambrosius Flume, they were selling all of his merchandise at zero percent markup. Fred and George wanted to be able to testify - under Veritaserum if necessary - that they had not been profiteering criminals, just providing a public service.)
Harry frowned at them. "But I'm asking you to put in some real work here. A grownup would get paid for doing something like this, and it would
Fred and George shook their heads.
"Fine," Harry said. "I'll just get you expensive Christmas presents, and if you try returning them to me I'll burn them. Now you don't even
Harry stood up, smiling, and turned to go while Fred and George were still gaping in shock. He strode a few steps away, and then turned back.
"Oh, one last thing," Harry said. "Leave Professor Quirrell out of whatever you do. He doesn't like publicity. I know it'd be easier to get people to believe weird things about the Defense Professor than anyone else, and I'm sorry to have to get in your way like that, but please, leave Professor Quirrell out of it."
And Harry turned again and took a few more steps -
Looked back one last time, and said, softly, "Thank you."
And left.
There was a long pause after he'd departed.
"So," said one.
"So," said the other.
"The Defense Professor doesn't like publicity, does he."
"Harry doesn't know us very well, does he."
"No, he doesn't."
"But we won't use his money for that, of course."
"Of course not, that wouldn't be right. We'll do the Defense Professor separately."
"We'll get some Gryffindors to write Skeeter, and say..."
"...his sleeve lifted up one time in Defense class, and they saw the Dark Mark..."
"...and he's probably teaching Harry Potter all sorts of dreadful things..."
"...and he's the worst Defense Professor anyone remembers even in Hogwarts, he's not just
"...like when he claimed that you could only cast the Killing Curse using love, which made it pretty much useless."
"I like that one."
"Thanks."
"I bet the Defense Professor likes it too."
"He does have a sense of humor. He wouldn't have called us what he did if he didn't have a sense of humor."
"But are we really going to be able to do Harry's job?"
"Harry said to discuss the problem before trying to solve it, so let's do that."