After entering November, the weather becomes very cold.
Every morning, as long as you look out of the frost-covered windows upstairs, you can see Hagrid, wrapped in a moleskin coat, sweeping the snow on the Quidditch pitch with a big broom for the upcoming Quidditch game.
Preparing for the Digi Game.
"Albert, can we defeat the Slytherin team today?" When Fred just poked his head out of his sweater, he asked the question he was concerned about slightly.
George and Li Qiaodan, who were doing their own thing, also looked sideways, hoping to get the answers they wanted from their friends.
Albert pretended to be thoughtful, and after a long time he slowly said: "If we can win, Harry Potter should be able to catch the Golden Snitch and usher in victory for us. As you know, I have a high opinion of Potter."
The three of them couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief when they heard Albert's words. That sentence at least increased the possibility of Gryffindor's victory by 30%.
"Haha, I knew it would be like this." George came over and patted Albert's back excitedly. He was glared at by the latter, and then he took his hand back sarcastically.
"I'm looking forward to seeing the Slytherin team's expressions after they lose. It's so interesting to think that they would actually lose at the hands of Harry Potter." Lee Jordan had not forgotten when the Slytherin students learned about Harry Potter.
After Leigh was selected to the Quidditch team, how did he arrange to ridicule him?
When several people left the dormitory and came to the common room, Angelina Alia and Katie were preparing to go to the restaurant for dinner together.
"Girls, let me tell you some good news." Li Jordan smiled and said to the three of them: "Albert thinks our seeker will catch the Golden Snitch. If I don't want to solve the game, I will definitely find an opportunity to start a gambling game."
Make a fortune."
"Why didn't you call me? It's really sad."
A voice came from not far away, and the speaker was Kenneth Toller. He walked over quickly and enthusiastically put his arms around Albert's neck, "You are Harry Potter who will catch the Golden Snitch."
, right! Then, how about you play a bet with me and split the profits in half?"
"I'm more interested in betting, you know." Albert took Kenneth Toller's hand off his shoulder.
"Of course, if you want to start a gambling game, I wouldn't mind placing a bet with you."
"Oh, dear Albert, don't you know that no one at Hogwarts is willing to let you place a bet?" Kenneth Toller was not embarrassed, "Unless you take off that honorary title.
"
"I can find someone to bet on."
Fred George and Li Jordan were all snickering beside them.
"Oh, don't, don't do that, you will mess things up." Kenneth Toller was a little discouraged. Although he was very reluctant to admit it, Albert, the bastard, never placed a bet again.
Having lost money before, I really don’t know how he did this.
If Albert bets with him, he must spend all the galleons in his pocket.
"I can give you five galleons to help you share some of the risk."
"Okay, I agree with your damn idea. 30%, I'll give you 30% of the profit, as long as you don't bet on my side, and give me some tips by the way, if you have money, we can make money together."
Kenneth Toller agreed and took the Galleons from Albert's hand.
"You can go to the Slytherin side. You know, I think Harry will catch the Golden Snitch and win for Gryffindor. The Slytherin students will definitely think that their team will win the game, at least
They will be willing to spend some galleons to support their academy.
"This is a good idea. Harry has just joined the Quidditch team and has not been exposed to Quidditch for a long time. Not many people are optimistic about him." Kenneth Toller nodded and asked shamelessly: "You
Let's make predictions to see when Harry can catch the Golden Snitch."
Albert ignored this pushy bastard and went to the restaurant with everyone.
The smell of grilled sausages filled the dining room, and every student was looking forward to the exciting game between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
How many players will be sent to the school hospital and in what form has always been one of the main topics that everyone likes to talk about.
Of course, the famous Harry Potter has also become a hot topic among people.
While Albert was eating sausages, he saw that bastard Kenneth Toller running to the long Slytherin table with a box that had been prepared in advance and asking if anyone was willing to place a bet.
He gave the Slytherin team much higher odds than Gryffindor, and successfully angered a group of Slytherin students. Many of them were already ready to ask Kenneth Toller to give them his underwear.
When Kenneth Toller came around in a circle, he told Albert the good news. Most people were not optimistic about Harry. They were betting that the Slytherin Seeker would be the first to catch the Golden Snitch.
There are a bunch of them.
"But, are you sure Potter is really okay?" Kenneth Toller secretly glanced at Harry Potter's position and asked slightly uneasily.
No way, this savior really doesn't look confident. No wonder Slytherin students don't think highly of him.
Of course, Kenneth Toller also succeeded in creating a wave of hatred for Harry.
"No problem." Albert said while eating grilled sausage.
"What do you mean, no problem, don't let me get debt collected by others." Kenneth Toler tapped the number in the box. More than twenty people placed bets on the idea that Potter could not catch the Golden Snitch. The number of bets was
It's already over twenty galleons.
"You have to believe in me and Potter, we will definitely defeat the Slytherin team today." Albert said confidently.
"Really?" Shanna looked at Albert suspiciously, took out a Siko from her pocket and handed it to Kenneth Toller: "Then I support Gryffindor by buying the Gryffindor team.
There are so many colleges.”
"Okay, okay, but you know, my odds for Gryffindor are not high." Kenneth Toller muttered, he briefly recorded it on the signature, tore up half of it and gave it to
After finding Shanna, he continued to look for people to place bets.
"I'm just waiting for you to make me rich." Shanna shook the note in her hand and said with a smile.
"If you want to make money, you need to get a few more Galleons." Albert looked down upon Kenneth a little, because the odds that guy offered for the Gryffindor team were only 0.7.
However, most Gryffindor students didn't have any objections and only thought it was Kenneth's support for the college.
"Someone on the Slytherin team is also gambling." Truman walked towards Albert, put his arms around his neck, handed a odds table to Albert, and said with a smile: "Who are you?
Will win?"
"Harry Potter will win." Albert thought for a moment and took out five Galleons from his pocket, "How much are you going to press?"
"Two Galleons, I don't have as much money as you, but why... you will make others lose and refuse to pay back." Truman took away the two Galleons.
"I think five Galleons should be within the range they can afford." Albert thought for a moment and said, "They will probably think you are a victim."
"I'm willing to be the one being taken advantage of. Then again, no matter how sure you are, I only hope to make a fortune this time." Truman lowered his voice.
"I'm ready to spend five Galleons."
"Harry Potter caught the Golden Snitch, right?" Truman repeated.
"Yes." Albert nodded.
"Okay, wait for my good news." Before Truman left, he took away the three Galleons that Albert had placed on the table.
"You're very generous." Shanna said with a smile, a little regretful that she didn't join in the bet just now.
"If you have money, why not make it, especially when you look at Slytherin's skirts?" Lee Jordan felt great. He also bet with Galleons just now.
However, he is not as generous as Albert.
There was no way, that bastard Kenneth Toller refused to let them place the bet on the grounds that they must have been ordered by Albert, and the two of them were helpless. Unexpectedly, someone from Slytherin actually planned to start a bet, Frey
De and George are naturally happy to press their own team to win the game.
Slytherin also welcomes them to place bets.
"Who started the gambling game over there?" Albert asked with raised eyebrows.
"It's Marcus Flint, the Quidditch captain of Slytherin, a stupid and stupid guy. That guy found several other Slytherin players to start a bet together."
It was Fred who spoke. Seeing Albert's gaze, he shrugged and said, "I just placed a bet, one Galleung."
"Is his family rich?"
"The Flint family is definitely not short of money." It was Aria who said this, and she had just followed the twins to place bets.
"I thought you were going to bet more."
"What if he doesn't pay back the money?" George muttered, saying that if he had to forget it, he would deliberately delay the payment.
"Just knock him out and grab him back then." Albert said without thinking: "If he is not willing to pay back the money."
"You actually bet two Galleons." Ron had been eavesdropping on the conversation and looked at Fred and George with incredible eyes. It was hard for him to imagine that these two guys were actually willing to spend a lot of money to bet.
.
"Ron, aren't you short of money? You can also place bets with us as a way of supporting Harry." Fred looked at Ron who looked in disbelief.
"If I had money, I wouldn't mind." Ron said dryly. He really didn't have much money, and he didn't want to try his luck in gambling.
"The opportunity to make a fortune came to you, and if you don't want it, don't blame anyone." George shrugged, looked at Harry and said, "You should have some confidence in yourself, Albert, you can catch the Golden Snitch and bring us
victory."
"Okay, I bet too, I bet I will win." Harry muttered, took out a Galleons from his pocket and handed it to George.
"Harry." Hermione looked at Harry reproachfully. She felt that gambling was not a good habit.
"You won't lose money. Albert has never lost a bet. Fortunately, Albert didn't bark randomly." Fred grabbed the galleons and walked towards the Slytherin table.
At this moment, Ron suddenly had an inexplicable feeling, as if something was leaving him.