Jory had just one more jar to sell and he was hoping he would get it sold. He kept a keen eye out for an opportunity. He just didn't want to come in contact with no more rude kids. He looked at the jar. "Hopefully, you'll be off soon, jar of eggs.''

But no one seemed to be stopping by him at that moment. The badger figured he would have to open his mouth and bellow out about the eggs and maybe even offer a discount. Just as he was about to do that, however, an old man stopped not far from him and was looking at the students with a puzzled explanation. "Can I help you, Sir?'' Jory asked, grabbing the man's attention before anyone else could.

The man shuffled up to Jory. "What's going on here?'' he asked in a loud voice. "What are these thing in these jars?''

"We're students at Hogwarts, and we're selling fresh Ashwinder eggs,'' Jory explained patiently. "Would you like to buy my last jar?''

The old guy stared at the seventh year. "Now why would I want to do that?'' he asked in that loud voice of his. "Got no use for such things.'' He looked around at the other students and shook his head and began to shuffle away.

"It's five galleons a jar but I could give you for four instead. You can give it to a family member, or something,'' Jory called to the man's retreating back. But it was no use.