After the game, some people were happy and some were worried.
Albert was definitely not the one to worry, and neither were Lee Jordan, Fred, and George. The three money-loving trio were dividing the galleons they won from Kenneth Toler.
George put his share of silver coins into his pocket and said with a smile, "I heard that unfortunate Kenneth Toller lost a lot of galleons."
"It shouldn't cost much, maybe a dozen Galleons at most!" Albert felt that he and his roommate had different understandings of a large sum of Galleons.
"By the way, I remember you also placed a bet, how many galleons did you win?" Fred asked curiously. They knew that Albert had a lot of galleons and was very lucky, so the bets were basically
Never lost anything.
"We won five galleons." Albert didn't wait for the three of them to react and continued: "I reconciled with Kenneth Toler. Before the end of the game, he compensated me five galleons in advance and let me
Close hand."
"You actually agreed." The twins said in unison. They didn't understand why Albert didn't make money even if he had money.
"If there is no settlement, Kenneth Toler will probably have to sell his underwear, and he may not even be able to afford the compensation." Albert shrugged helplessly and said in a joking tone, "Besides, I don't want to
I want his underwear!"
The expressions on the faces of the three people suddenly froze, and the next moment they all couldn't help laughing, thinking that Albert's description was very interesting.
"Do you want it?" Albert looked at the three of them with a strange expression.
"No, we don't want it either." The three of them shook their heads in unison and responded with a smile.
"What will you do if you can't afford the compensation?" Albert suddenly asked.
"No compensation?"
"Cheating?"
"Yes, that's it. The other party seemed sincere, so I let him go."
Albert had no intention of driving Kenneth Toller to death.
"Besides, I don't really trust this kind of unofficial gambling from the beginning. If the other party is stubborn and refuses to pay back the money, you have no good way to deal with him. You can't rob him."
The three of them looked at each other. If they encounter this situation, there is really no good way except to ruin the reputation of the other party or find an opportunity to cause trouble for the other party.
"However, we lost really badly this time!" Fred couldn't help but sigh. Losing the Quidditch game really made them feel very annoyed. After all, everyone had worked so hard to win the game.
Not only did he lose the game, but he also attracted criticism.
There were some bad voices in Gryffindor House again. They probably saw the Gryffindor team's disastrous defeat and ran out to jump around again.
Albert had never cared much about the rumors, but he still underestimated the power of rumors. After he returned to the lounge with his swamp digging leather gloves, Fred and George hurriedly found him and said
Rumors arose.
"Many people now think that Charlie only allowed his friends and relatives to join the team, and ended up ruining a good team." Fred looked very angry, waving his fist in the air and angrily yelled, "Last year, when we won the trophy
, why don’t you see them say that?”
The faces of the other players are not very good either. They know the reasons for losing the game better than anyone else, but who really cares about this? Most people care more about the result of the game.
"There's no need to pay attention to those rumors." Albert comforted, "Besides, isn't Gryffindor always like this?"
Fred and George were stunned. They didn't know what to say for a moment. What do you mean, Gryffindors aren't always like this?
"If you really care, you can check who is spreading the rumors." Albert casually found something for the two of them to do.
"If I know who it is..." Fred gritted his teeth, "I will definitely prepare a big surprise for him."
The next afternoon, the twins actually found the culprit.
"McLaggen did it, and that bastard Kenneth Toller was secretly fueling the fire." George's face was gloomy and almost dripping with tears as he told Albert the results of the investigation.
"You shouldn't have let that bastard go in the first place."
"Cormac McLagan?"
"No, that guy's name is Marcus McLaggen, a fifth-year student. I guess he is a relative of Cormac McLaggen. He is said to be a nasty guy." George said the information he had collected.
"He was eliminated from the Quidditch selection?" Albert asked doubtfully.
"Yes. Charlie said that he was an extremely bad guy. He was once selected as an alternate. Because his personality was so annoying, he was rejected by everyone and ultimately failed to join the team." Fred said about Marcus.
That smile, no matter how you look at it, is a bit charming.
Albert was not surprised by Kenneth Toller's push. He had to pay a sum of galleons for the Gryffindor team's loss. He probably felt resentful, so he did something outrageous to disgust others.
"What are you going to do now?" Albert asked.
"I want to shove Marcus McLagan's head down the toilet," George muttered.
"If you go to trouble him now, the other party will definitely know who did it." Albert reminded kindly.
"So, I contacted Mundungus and planned to buy some powerful laxatives from him." Fred said in a low voice.
"Don't you think..." Albert felt that Fred was simply a devil. If he had diarrhea in front of everyone, the scene would be... too scary.
"I'm going to add a small amount of strong laxative to the soup and make them all go to the toilet."
"Hey, there's no need to be so big. If others find out... you'll be in trouble." Albert couldn't help but frown. He simply couldn't imagine what a spectacular scene it would be for all the students in the college to have diarrhea.
"I don't object if you target Marcus McLaggen alone, but putting laxatives in everyone's food is not a good idea. There is no way the professors will remain indifferent, and you will definitely not be able to escape."
Albert thought it was best not to start this conversation, lest he have to worry about someone adding strange things to the school food in the future.
"Oh fine."
Fred thought for a while and finally agreed.
"We can stun him first, and then give him a glass of water with added water and let him squat directly on the toilet." George whispered his plan, feeling more and more excited.
That afternoon, Marcus McLagan skipped the afternoon class. When he showed up, his legs were shaking and he was walking unsteadily.
The plan of the two bastards Fred and George was successful. They also borrowed a camera from Albert and took several photos of Marcus McLagan having diarrhea. They also offered to give him a photo with a
Taste photos.
Rumors began to spread in the school that Marcus McLagan had diarrhea and passed out, and it instantly replaced Charlie's rumors as the topic of everyone's gossip.
Having said that, these people have really strong tastes. During the meal, they actually made this matter a topic of conversation. I really don’t know what they were thinking.