“You’ll be paying now, then?” said Mr. Roberts. “Ah — right — certainly —” said Mr. Weasley. He retreated a short distance from the cottage and beckoned Harry toward him. “Help me, Harry,” he muttered, pulling a roll of Muggle money from his pocket and starting to peel the notes apart. “This one’s a — a — a ten? Ah yes, I see the little number on it now. . . . So this is a five?” “A twenty,” Harry corrected him in an undertone, uncomfortably aware of Mr. Roberts trying to catch every word. “Ah yes, so it is. . . . I don’t know, these little bits of paper . . .” “You foreign?” said Mr. Roberts
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