Well, then, what if they didn't even bother looking at the cards? The manufacturor wasn't gaining anything out of that. Or, what if they didn't bother or collecting cards? Because, to Devlin, that idea seemed lame. He was only in it for the chocolate frogs, to be honest.

"I've never seen anyone trade cards before, Professor. So, I highly doubt, at least on my thinking, that anyone would make a game of this. We'd be too focused on the candy, to be honest." Just saaayyyyiiiinnnnggg.

But whatever. New question to come. New question to think about. New question to try and answer. First though, "Unicorns don't live on farms." They live in stables or the forest or something like that.

"Mostly old witches and wizards. Growing wrinkly and fragile in the bones and skin." Honesty, yep, he was all for saying what he felt. "It probably has to do with the fact that this witch or wizard is already well known in the public magical community eye. Not any ol' doof is gonna have the chance to be on there. I mean, unless you're some genius who found a new cure or something. You've got to have done something profound that made everyone turn their heads."