"So, for the time being, you're only recovering the stake from Flint?"

Albert looked down at the five Galleons that Fred had handed him, then looked up at Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, who were sitting across from him with happy faces, and asked, "Is Flint not going to pay it back?"

"That bastard really wants to pay his bills. George said annoyedly, "Since the Slytherin team lost the game, he wasn't going to pay it back." ”

"If we hadn't followed what you said and found a bunch of people to block him together, we might not be able to get the money back. Lee Jordan admired Flint's cheekiness, and that guy really planned to deny it.

"What is robbery, can this be called robbery?"

Fred and George were unhappy with Lee Jordan's rhetoric and protested: "We were just going to get back Galleon that we bet on." ”

"You guy secretly used a spell to bring people down. Lee Jordan muttered.

"It's all to blame for that bastard Flint trying to pay the bill, and I just kept him out of his voice. Fred kind of regretted that he hadn't used the Stuna Charm in the first place.

"Moreover, the person who used the coma spell was clearly George. ”

"Nonsense, I'm obviously using a full-body bondage spell. George protested dissatisfied.

Albert stretched out his hand to hide his face, this group of bastards must have taken advantage of the chaos to secretly cast a spell on Flint and a few people, and directly overturned them. He asked again, "You didn't leave anyone in the snow, did you?"

"How could we be like that!" Fred said solemnly, "at your suggestion, we left Flint and his little friends in the Slytherin dressing room, which was warm, well, a little cold at best, and when we returned to the house, we also thoughtfully hinted to the Slytherin students that their house's Quidditch player had passed out in the dressing room." ”

"I don't think Flint will be able to get the money for a moment. Albert bent down to pick up his fat cat and reminded, "I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort to get your own Galleon." ”

"It's a pity that Flint and his companions don't have any extra Galleons. Lee Jordan loved Flint's stunned and confused look at witnessing himself being robbed by a group of people.

"They put a lot of Galleon on Kenneth Toller's bastards, and some of the students haven't even gotten their principal back. Fred Mowthorn pointed between his fingers and began to tell Albert how they had managed to stop Flint and his companions and get their deposit back.

"Who were you scolding?"

Kenneth Toller swaggered over, smiling all over his face.

"We've made about thirty Galleons this time, this one is yours, and the rest has already been settled. ”

He reached into the pocket of his robe, pulled out a money bag, counted fourteen Galleons from it, and handed it to Albert. Then, he pulled out another piece of parchment and handed it to Albert, indicating that he had not lied to him.

There are actually very few people who actually bet and win money here in Kenneth Tollor, it should be said that there are a lot of people who support Harry, but the number of bets is very small, all of them are one or two Siko, most of the Galleons are actually earned from Slytherin, and those guys are very confident in themselves, and they are basically wiped out.

"By the way, I've heard that Flint bastard owes someone over a hundred Galleons. Kenneth Toller turned to Fred, George, and Lee Jordan for answers, and he knew that the three guys had brought people to block Flint, and he should know how much the unlucky ones had lost.

"It's two hundred and thirty-five Galleons and ten sico, I just copied a copy of Flint's bill, lest that bastard try to pay the bill!" George smiled and pulled out a piece of parchment from his pocket, which recorded the data of Flint's gambling game, which they had already liquidated, and found that those guys really owed a lot of debt.

"It's not a small amount of money. Kenneth Toller remembered the unpleasant experience of the previous year.

"Whoever dared to offer odds of 1 to 4 is insane. Fred shrugged, not feeling the slightest pity for the Slytherin hapless, "Moreover, during the game, they deliberately violated the law to prevent Harry from catching the Golden Snitch, as you should have seen, the Slytherin team even lost twice." ”

"I even suspect that Harry almost fell off his broomstick, and that Slytherin did it too. George said.

"It could be Snape. Kenneth Toller said suddenly, "Later, his robes somehow caught fire, and Harry's broom returned to normal. ”

"Snape?" the three of them looked at each other and looked at Albert in unison, "Will Snape be so shameless?"

"At the time, I did see that Snape seemed to be reading something. Albert told him what he saw, and although he didn't say it directly, he put the black cauldron on Snape's head.

No way, Snape is really fit to carry this pot.

"You don't know, I was terrified when I saw Harry almost fall off his broomstick. Kenneth Toller really doesn't have a thrilling way to think about what happened, and if Harry had fallen off his broomstick, he would have been worse off than Flint by now.

After all, Flint still has someone to help share the pressure, and he has to carry it himself.

Thankfully, Albert's words came true, otherwise he would have lost his pants to Flint's bastard.

"I'm sure Flint will learn this lesson and won't dare to gamble again. Albert whispered.

"But how are you going to get the money back?" asked Kenneth Toller curiously, "are you going to block Flint all day?"

"We're ready to join forces to get the money back, according to Albert's approach. Lee Jordan smiled as he said Albert's plan.

"What about Alberts?" Kenneth Toller noticed that Albert had disappeared for no apparent reason.

"What's the matter with me?" asked Albert, who was teasing Tom with a cat teasing stick, who wasn't too scared of life anymore.

"Do you think Flint will pay it back?"

"There are sixty students in betting, and you have to know how many students there are in the entire Hogwarts. Albert picked up Tom, rubbed his ears and said, "Flint has offended so many people at once, it's not a joke, believe it or not, every day people gamble on him and ask him for money." ”

Moreover, Flint will stay in school for two more years, and as long as someone goes to him every once in a while, I believe that Flint will eventually be forced to pay back the money to those students who have won the bet. ”

"What if he doesn't have any money?"

"Then it's up to whoever can't stand it first. Albert said softly.

"If you really can't get the money, you can rip off his pants and give it to me. Kenneth Toller said with a smile, "I'll buy his pants for a Galleon." ”

"What do you want his pants for?" they all looked at Kenneth Toller with strange eyes.

"That bastard Flint said before that if I didn't have the money to pay it back, I'd have to rip off my underwear to pay off the debt. Kenneth Toller's smile was a little oozing, "I don't want his panties that haven't been washed in weeks, that would make me sick, just use his trousers to pay off the debt." ”

With that, Kenneth Toller walked away happily.

"What a wicked one. Fred muttered.

"Do you think he'll pay?"

Perhaps, someone would do that.

"What a death!"

Albert listened to the exchange of several people and observed a three-second silence for Flint in his heart.