"Yeah, told him about it. He had some good ideas for how to work it too," George answered absently. He wasn't exactly worried about the maps at the moment. Just his brother. Who'd been attacked by a sodding evil snake.
"Well if it was a Puddlemere fine, might not have bothered. Davies flies into goalposts and gets hit by stray bludgers anyway," George answered. "So You-Know-Who set up a snake, inside a dead bird. Why?" George frowned. "You don't just randomly do that. He must have thought someone would try to see that old bag, right?"