Harry had expected him to flop over. To be unconscious for half an hour or so, and then wake up disoriented, not remembering the past hour or so, but be completely fine.

He blinked, clearly surprised. And he had no idea what to say. He looked down at his watch. Glanced over at the bartender, who had reacted completely as expected. Could one of the darts have been a dud?

He pointed his watch at him again, clearly embarrassed. "Ah, my apologies. Don't worry, this won't hurt you at all."