Noticing that a fifth year had entered, Jake hurried over and approached him. Coperniconeycus...? Oh... Plymouth's brother... wasn't Plymouth a fifth year?
"Erm..." Jake looked down at the money and whipped the sunvisor round his head so it was facing the right way.
"Yes I can..."
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But I won't... "I think I'm just supposed to... Here," he mumbled, counting out the galleons into piles of ten.
"That's one hundred galleons you got there... I'm just meant to give you this..." he said, reaching for a bundle of the dollars.
"Want it?" he asked... planning to reveal the amount if he agreed or not.
Bwahahahaaa... five hundred dollars... deal or no deal?
No-one outsmarts Jake Upstead, intentionally or unintentionally... Dumont had only told him how much to give out...