After the game, some people were happy and some people were worried.

Albert is certainly not the one to worry about, and neither are Lee Jordan, Fred, and George, and the trio of money junkies are carving up the Garon they won from Kenneth Toler.

George pocketed his share of silver and smiled, "I've heard that Kenneth Toller's hapless guy lost a fortune of Galleons. ”

"I shouldn't have lost much, at most a dozen Galleons!" Albert felt that he and his roommate had a different understanding of a large sum of Galleons.

"By the way, I think you bet too, how many Galleons did you win?" asked Fred curiously. They knew that Albert had a lot of Galleons, and that they were very lucky, and they didn't lose money on their bets.

"Won five Galleons. Without waiting for the three to react, Albert continued: "I reconciled with Kenneth Toller, and before the end of the game, he paid me five Galleons in advance to let me stop. ”

"You actually agreed. The twins said in unison. They don't understand why Albert doesn't make money when he has money.

If there is no settlement, Kenneth Toller probably has to sell his underwear, and he may not be able to afford it. Albert shrugged his shoulders helplessly and said in a joking tone, "And I don't want his panties either!"

The expressions on the faces of the three of them froze suddenly, and the next moment they couldn't help but laugh, thinking that Albert's description was very interesting.

"Could it be...... You want?" said Albert, looking at the three of them with a strange expression.

"No, we don't want it either. The three shook their heads in unison and responded with a smile.

"What will you do if you can't afford it?" asked Albert suddenly.

"No compensation?"

"Foolish?"

"Yes, that's it, the other party seems to be quite sincere, so I let him go. ”

Albert didn't intend to push Kenneth Tollor to death.

"Moreover, I have never trusted this kind of unofficial gambling very much, if the other party does not pay back, you have no good way to take him, you can't rob him. ”

The three of them looked at each other, if they encountered this situation, there was really no good way except to stink each other's reputation, or find an opportunity to trouble each other.

"However, this time it was a terrible loss!" Fred couldn't help but sigh, losing a Quidditch match really annoyed them, after all, everyone put so much effort into winning the game, and the result was not to mention the loss, and it also caused criticism.

There were some not-so-good voices in the Gryffindor House again, probably because they saw the Gryffindor team defeat and ran out again.

Albert had not paid much attention to the gossip, but he still underestimated the power of the gossip, and after returning to the common room with the swamp digging gloves, Fred and George hurried to him and talk about the gossip.

"Now a lot of people think that Charlie only lets his friends and relatives join the team, and as a result, he ruins a good team. Fred looked angry, waving his fist out of thin air and retorting, "Last year, when we won the trophy, why didn't we see them say that. ”

The other players didn't look good either, they knew better than anyone why they lost, but who really cares, most of them care more about the result.

"There's no need to care about the rumors. Albert reassured, "And hasn't Gryffindor always been like this?"

Fred and George were stunned, and didn't know what to say for a while, what does Gryffindor not always do?

"If you really care, you can find out who is spreading the rumors. Albert casually found something for the two of them to do.

"If I let me know who it is...... Fred gritted his teeth, "I'll have a big surprise for him." ”

The next afternoon, the twins really found the culprit.

"It was McLagan who did it, and that bastard Kenneth Toller was secretly fueling the trouble. George's face was gloomy and dripping, and he told Albert the results of the investigation.

"You shouldn't have let that bastard go in the first place. ”

"Cow Mike McLagan?"

"No, that guy's name is Marcus McLagan, a fifth-grader. I guess it's a relative of Cowmike McLagan, who is said to be a nasty guy. George said what information had been gathered.

"Was he eliminated from the Quidditch tryout?" Albert asked, confused.

"Yes. Charlie said that he was an extremely bad guy, and he was once selected as an alternate, because his personality was so annoying, he was rejected by everyone, and finally failed to join the team. Fred laughed maliciously as he spoke of Marcus McLagan's information.

That smile, no matter how you look at it, is a little oozing.

Albert was not surprised by Kenneth Toller's push, the Gryffindor team lost the game and made him lose a fortune of Galleons, and he probably had a grudge in his heart, so he did something out of the ordinary to disgust others.

"What are you going to do now?" Albert asked.

"I want to put Marcus McLagan's head in the toilet. George muttered.

"If you go to trouble him now, they will definitely know who did it. Albert kindly reminded.

"So, I contacted Montungus with the intention of buying some powerful laxatives from him. Fred said in a low voice.

"Do you think about ......" Albert felt that Fred was a demon, and if he was to strain in front of everyone, it would be a ...... It's horrible.

"I'm going to add a small amount of strong laxatives to the soup and get them all to go to the toilet. ”

"Hey, there's no need to play so big, if anyone else knows...... You're going to be miserable. Albert couldn't help frowning, he couldn't imagine what a spectacular scene it was for the students of the entire academy to have diarrhea.

"I'm not against it if you target Marcus McLagan alone, but it's not a good idea to put laxatives into everyone's food. There is absolutely no way for the professors to remain indifferent, and you will certainly not be able to escape. ”

Albert thought it best to keep it out of the way, lest he have to prevent anyone from adding strange things to the school food in the future.

"Oh, okay. ”

Fred thought about it and finally agreed.

"We can stun him first, then fill him with a glass of refilled water and make him squat directly on the toilet. George whispered his plan, and he felt more and more energetic.

That afternoon, Marcus McLagan skipped his afternoon class, and when he appeared, his legs were shaking and he was walking in a flank.

Fred and George's plan succeeded, and they borrowed a camera from Albert, took several pictures of Marcus McLargan, and offered to give him a photo with a smell by the way.

Rumors began to circulate in the school that Marcus McLagan was so sloppy that he fainted, and in an instant, it replaced Charlie's rumors as a topic of conversation.

Then again, this group of people has a really strong taste. During the meal, I still used this as a topic of small talk, I really don't know what I thought.