"Maybe if you told them you're friends with Hagrid, they'd think there was a dragon about," he asked, chortling at the weird expression on Charlie's face, as well as the expressions he could imagine on would-be troublemakers. He blinked several times, wondering if he'd stumbled into another dialectically specific turn of phrase, then grinned. "I meant one that pissed you off the most, but I'd quite like to hear the other two!" He tilted his head, then grinned. "Seriously though, I think you'd give aurors a run for their money in terms of stories."
Hyperion snorted and gave a gallic shrug. "It's probably just as interesting as all the law enforcement journals with their technical analysis of energy shunts and the 'top twenty most protein-packed breakfasts of lethal law enforcers' which is utter bollocks if you ask me." He scratched his chin, noting with satisfaction that the other man was obviously planning on buying the book. "You won't be sorry for reading that book, and there's another six in the series, just so you know. They're like crack."
"Ha, well you certainly have me there," he said with a relaxed smile. "I use it to unwind after a stressful day, or as an excuse to hide from the damned house elves and their deep and unwavering love of me. They won't bother me if they think I'm reading."