Artie shrugged at the news. "Eh, no, 'The third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death' type warnings this year, everything should be fine." He took a sip at his drink.
"I don't need the money, of course, but it would be nice to get to the treasure first, if just for bragging rights. I can bind and ask some of the school spirits and see what they can tell me. There's probably already a limit on what they can say, but its worth a try."
The idea of just, well, not cheating, doesn't seem to have occurred to him.