The guy sounded confident in his expenses, but if whatever was plaguing him was something like an entropy curse, his luck could change in an instant. Of course, Harry wasn't the type of guy to just let a man die a slow and agonizing death at the hands of malicious magic, either.

He frowned at the story, and looking up at Jacob's face, chancing a glance at the man's eyes for just a second before focusing on the bridge of his nose, instead.

"A...motorcycle fell on you?"