“So, what’s my part in this?” Ron asked.
“Well, all you have to do is read a Guy Fawkes poem, and I’ll give you a cool million pounds.”
“Ooh! Ooh! I know this!”
“Then say it!”

“Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t’was his intent
To blow up King and Parli’ment.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England’s overthrow;
By God’s providence he was catch’d
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!

Can I have my million pounds now?”

“YOU IDIOT ! Say it when the circus is about to start! The phrase will trigger the bomb, then we will escape! BWAHAHAHAHAAA !”