Harry, Neville and Patrick approached the large front doors of the manor house and showed their tickets, which Harry had duplicated from the one given to him by Oliver Wood. These were security trolls, far too stupid to spot a forgery, especially one as sophisticated as Harry’s. He’d learned that skill from a master forgerer in Tel-Aviv, during his apprenticeship with Dietmar and his ZGD. Harry was eagerly looking forward to renewing his partnership with The Bavarian Bombshell when they went to Egypt soon.