Ch283- I Solemnly Swear The Price is Right


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    <strong>Prices are all random as calcting prices in Harry Potter universe is really difficult. A wand is 7 galleon while Fake Disguises and Omniocrs cost 10 Galleons. I tried to make sense of them then gave up. </strong>


    As they settled in, Harry’s attention was drawn Weasley twins sitting across from Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott. ise Zabini was to the side, holding a list, looking entirely too entertained.


    "Oh, Harry! Perfect timing," ise called out, waving the list like a referee''s whistle. "Come help me settle this bet, would you? I need a fair ref."


    Harry raised an eyebrow but strolled over with an amused grin. "Weren''t you going to refree?"


    "Your mates here," ise gestured to the twins, "think they can outsmart Draco and Nott in a price guessing game. But they don''t trust me. So, I’m just here to watch the chaos."


    George smirked. "Chaos? More like victory. Harry, you referee the snake"


    Draco rolled his eyes. "You wish, Weasley."


    Harry chuckled, taking the list from ise. “I’m a Snake too, right? Do you trust me?” He asked the twins, who grinned back.


    “Of course, Harry Potter wouldn’t risk his reputation over something small like this,” Fred replied with a sly grin.


    Harry shook his head, ncing over the list. "Nice picks, ise. These aren’t easy guesses," he noted, scanning the items. The girls gathered behind him, ncing over his shoulder.


    “Come on, get on with it!” George urged, tapping the table impatiently. “I’ve got Galleons to win.”


    Zabini smirked, clearly entertained by the whole ordeal. “All right, Weasley. First item: a box of Frog Spawn Soap. Price?”


    Draco leaned back, crossing his arms. “Seven Sickles, five Knuts.”


    Fred raised an eyebrow. “Wrong. Four Sickles, nine Knuts.”


    ise confirmed with a nce at the paper. “Fred’s right.”


    "Why are they damn cheap?" Draco narrowed his eyes, clearly not thrilled about being wrong so early. Harry shot him a nce, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Tough break, Malfoy.”


    Tracey piped up, leaning closer. “This is fun and all, but I want to see if you two can actually beat Draco.”


    Fred grinned widely. “Oh, we will.”


    As the guessing continued, the banter between the groups kept the mood light. Each wrong guess earned a groan from Draco or Nott, while Fred and George kept smirking at their sesses. ise, acting as referee, made sure the tally stayed honest with Harry watching, though with his clear amusement at thepetition, it was evident where his loyaltiesy.


    After a particrly tough guess on enchanted quills, where Draco managed to nail the price exactly, Fred pped his hands together. “All right, let’s settle this once and for all—final round. Winner takes all.”


    “Bring it,” Draco challenged, his tone cool, but Harry could tell he was feeling the pressure.


    “Thest item is… a pair of Dungbombs. How much?” ise asked, grinning wickedly.


    Fred and Draco exchanged quick nces, each calcting in their own way.


    “Three Sickles and 5 Knuts,” Draco dered confidently.


    George shook his head. “Four Sickles even.”


    ise looked at Harry with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “And the winner is…”


    Harry paused dramatically, then grinned. “The Weasley twins.”


    Fred and George erupted in cheers, while Draco groaned and slouched in his chair.


    “Better luck next time, Malfoy,” Fred said, clearly enjoying the victory.


    The girlsughed as Tracey patted Draco’s shoulder mockingly. “Don’t worry, Draco, you’ll get them next time. Maybe.”


    Draco shot her a look, but it wasn’t long before a small smile cracked through. “Yeah, we’ll see about that.”


    Nott let out a shortugh, "I doubt even Harry could beat you at this game."


    Fred and George immediately perked up, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Finally!" Fred said, leaning in with exaggerated excitement. "Something we can beat Harry at!"


    George grinned, nodding in agreement. "The King of Everything is going down today!"


    Harry, unfazed, smirked back at them, his voice calm but teasing. "How many times do I have to embarrass you two before you give up?"


    Fred raised a hand dramatically. "We’ve got some fight left in us yet, Potter!"


    George added, grinning, "This time, we’ve got a foolproof n. No way you’re walking out of this without a loss."


    The table erupted inughter, and the girls joined in, clearly enjoying the banter. Susan leaned forward, shaking her head in mock seriousness. "I think I’d pay good money to see you two pull off a win."


    Looking at the excited faces of his friends, Harry gave a casual nod and stood up. "Fine. I''ll be back in ten minutes," he said, already heading towards the door.


    Fred frowned, his toneced with mock concern. "Ten minutes? Took us years to memorize everything. You sure you’re not throwing in the towel, Potter? No shame in admitting defeat early."


    Harry didn’t bother responding, simply ncing over his shoulder with a smirk. "Madam Rosmerta, butterbeer for my friends. It’s on me."


    With that, he walked out, leaving Fred spluttering behind him, clearly unsatisfied with theck of reaction. George leaned over to his twin, shaking his head with a smirk. "Let''s try to rile him up to increase the bet. He is rich anyways."


    Once Harry reached Zonko’s, he entered with the ease of someone who had been there too many times to count. The familiar clutter of joke items, prank tools, and ridiculous gadgets greeted him.


    Five minutester, Harry walked back into the Three Broomsticks. The group looked up as he approached, Tracey giving him a curious nce.


    “Already?” Tracey asked, eyebrows raised in mock disbelief.


    Harry simply shrugged, taking his seat. “Ready when you are,” he said, his tone casual as ever.


    Fred exchanged a look with George, both of them smirking as if they had already won.


    “Alright then, let''s get this over with," George said, rolling up his sleeves dramatically. "Prepare to witness the ultimate failure of Harry Potter.”


    The group chuckled, but Harry just leaned back, his expression calm.


    "Bring it on," Harry replied with a small grin, waiting for them to begin.


    Hermione was selected to referee thepetition, as she took the spare lists Zabini had prepared to create aplete one. With a quick nce at the eager participants, she lifted the parchment and called out, "Alright, ready?"


    Harry only smiled while the twins red at him, their eyes gleaming with mischief. Fred leaned in, pointing a finger at Harry as if it could punctuate his words. "This is your fall, Harry!" he dered, his voice full of menace.


    George nodded in agreement, crossing his arms. "You might think you''re clever, but Zonko''s prices... we basically live there."


    "Is that so?" Harry replied, a small grin tugging at his lips. He wasn’t worried, not even a little. But letting the twins think they had an advantage was always amusing.


    Hermione, sitting at the side with her referee hat on—figuratively speaking—cleared her throat. "Right then," she said, raising the list of items ise had crafted. Let’s get started.” She looked at Harry, then at the twins. “First item: a bag of Fanged Frisbees.”


    Fred jumped in without hesitation. “Four Sickles.”


    George nced at his twin, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, four.”


    Harry tilted his head, pretending to think it over, but he already knew. “Three Sickles, eight Knuts.”


    Hermione nced down at the parchment, her expression neutral. “Harry’s right. It’s three Sickles, eight Knuts.”


    Fred groaned dramatically, throwing his hands up. “You’ve got to be kidding me! Who memorizes Knuts like that?”


    George shook his head, looking mockingly defeated. “He’s a monster.”


    Harry shrugged, keeping his grin to himself. “I guess I just pay attention. What’s next, Hermione?”


    She nced at the list. “A box of Dr. Filibuster’s Fireworks.”


    The twins exchanged a look, clearly more confident this time. George leaned forward. “Six Sickles, no Knuts.”


    Fred nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, we know that one for sure.”


    Harry didn’t even blink. “Five Sickles, nine Knuts.”


    Hermione nced at the paper again, then smiled. “Harry’s right again.”


    Fred groaned louder this time. “Come on! How are we supposed to beat that?”


    George leaned back, rubbing his temples. “At this rate, we’ll owe him our entire stock of joke products.”


    Tracey, watching with interest from the sidelines, chuckled. “I told you, Harry’s got this in the bag. You two should just give up now.”


    Fred shot her a look of mock offense. “Et tu, Tracey?”


    George smirked. “We’ll make aeback. Just wait.”


    Hermione continued, clearly enjoying thepetition. “Next item: Stink Pellets.”


    The twins answered in unison this time, confident in their guess. “One Sickle, two Knuts.”


    Harry barely paused. “One Sickle, two Knuts.”


    Hermione didn’t even need to check the list this time. “You guys are even on this one.”


    Fred and George nced at each other, clearly hoping to im that Harry had copied their answer, but they both knew that excuse wouldn''t work. The fact was, Harry was winning, and there was no denying it.


    Fred leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, trying to mask his frustration with a grin. "You’ve been hanging out at Zonko’s more than we thought, Harry. Care to share your secret?"


    Harry shrugged casually, his face showing nothing but amusement. "No secret. Just paying attention, I guess."


    George wasn’t ready to back down just yet. "All right, next item," he said, gesturing to Hermione to continue.


    Hermione, her face neutral, raised an eyebrow at the twins'' antics. She cleared her throat and read from the list. "Joke Wand—copsible. Price?"


    The twins exchanged confident looks, clearly thinking they had this one in the bag. Fred spoke up first. "Two Sickles, ten Knuts."


    George quickly nodded in agreement, grinning. "No way we’re wrong on this one."


    Harry paused for a moment, pretending to think it over before answering. "Only if your purchase is above 10 Galleons, otherwise, Two Sickles, seven Knuts."


    Hermione nced at the paper, her expression remaining stoic. "Harry’s right."


    Fred groaned, throwing his hands up in the air dramatically. "Come on! How do you keep doing this?"


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