Albus was momentarily perplexed; his father, Harry, had been meticulous in his arrangements, and, as far as Albus knew, all the Galleons had been accounted for and passed to the inheriting parties. While Albus mused over this and went to the corner of the room to pour two glasses of fire whiskey, Hagrid began rummaging in his satchel. While Albus's back was turned, he placed the first item on the desk. Hargird put out his hand as if to present his fist item, but all Albus could see was the desk exactly as he had left it a moment ago. He scrutinised the table carefully but could see nothing new placed on it, taking a dram of whiskey and feeling its fire burn on the back of his throat. Albus let out an exasperated sigh.