Harry Hops Auf Schatzsuche — !new!

“A trade?” Harry offered. “A delicious, juicy, non-nut thing for the… uh… seat you’re sitting on?”

And tucked under the feather was a note written in elegant, swirling letters: harry hops auf schatzsuche

“Excuse me,” Harry whispered. “Do I belong here?” “A trade

With a trembling beak, he opened the little chest. Inside, there was no gold. No jewels. No silver coins. “A trade?” Harry offered. “A delicious

Harry’s heart did a little flip. A treasure map!