Harry had to admit that most times he forgot that Roxanne was George's daughter. He probably shouldn't, but she looked nothing like a Weasley ought to look. "Yeah I guess. I keep thinking of Fred and George, of the way George took over after Fred died I guess we're all stuck in our times, because it's hard to remember that she might be connected to all of this." He smiled. "They wanted to make me a silent partner, not that I ever wanted a galleon from them, but it was nice to know that it was part mine in spirit."
He smiled at the stag. "Three generations with the same patronus. It's nice." He joined Jamie on the counter, but then hopped on his feet, trying to look at the room. "It can't be paper since there's no guarantee that it would last, although with the right spells... Still, it feels a little too straightforward and we learned from Dumbledore. Nothing is every too straightforward. You need to earn the reward."
He looked around the room, trying to see if anything felt out of place. "We also didn't know that we would be back here, so it has to be something simple that people can solve, but not obvious, something that even a bunch of young Muggleborns could figure out."