"So, for the time being, you will only recover the principal amount of the bet from Flint?"
Albert looked down at the five Galleons that Fred handed him, then looked up at Fred, George and Lee Jordan who were sitting opposite him with happy faces, and asked: "Who is Flint?"
Don’t you plan to pay back the money?”
"That bastard really wants to default on the debt." George said angrily, "Ever since the Slytherin team lost the game, he didn't plan to pay back the money."
"If we didn't follow your words and find a bunch of people to block him, we might not be able to get the money back." Lee Jordan admired Flint's shamelessness. That guy actually didn't intend to.
Acknowledge the account.
"What is robbery? Can this be called robbery?"
Fred and George were very dissatisfied with Lee Jordan's remarks and directly protested: "We are obviously just going to get back the Galleons we won on the bet."
"You guys obviously secretly used spells to knock people down." Lee Jordan muttered softly.
"It's all because that bastard Flint wanted to default on the bill, and I just made him unable to make a sound." Fred regretted a little bit why he didn't use the coma spell directly.
"Besides, the person who used the coma spell is obviously George."
"Nonsense, I obviously used a full body binding spell." George protested dissatisfied.
Albert stretched out his hand to cover his face. These bastards must have taken advantage of the chaos to secretly cast spells on Flint and the others, knocking them down. He asked again: "You didn't just leave the people on the snow, did you?"
"How could we be that kind of people!" Fred said seriously: "According to your suggestion, we threw Flint and his friends in the Slytherin dressing room. It was very warm, um, top
I have a little cold, and after we returned to the house, we even intimately hinted to the Slytherin students that their house's Quidditch player had passed out in the locker room."
"I guess Flint won't be able to get the money for a while." Albert bent down to pick up his fat cat and reminded, "If you want to get back your own Galleons, I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort.
It’s time to work hard.”
"It's a pity that Flint and his companions don't have any extra galleons." Lee Jordan liked to see Flint's shocked and confused expression when he witnessed himself being robbed by a group of people.
"They spent a lot of Galleons on that bastard Kenneth Toller, and some students haven't even gotten their principal back yet." Fred held the Galleons between his fingers and began to talk to Albert.
Let’s talk about how they blocked Flint and his companions and successfully got back the deposit.
"Who were you scolding just now!"
Kenneth Toller walked over with a big smile on his face.
"We made about thirty galleons this time. This is yours. The rest has been settled."
He reached into the pocket of his robe, took out a money bag, counted out fourteen galleons and handed it to Albert. Then he took out a piece of parchment and handed it to Albert to show that he was not cheating.
he.
There are actually very few people who actually win and make money from Kenneth Toller's place. It should be said that there are many people who support Harry, but the amount of bets is very small. They are all like one or two Sickles.
Most of the Galleons were actually earned from Slytherin. Those guys were very confident in themselves, and in the end, they were basically wiped out.
"By the way, I heard that bastard Flint still owes someone more than a hundred galleons." Kenneth Toler asked Fred, George and Lee Jordan for answers. He also knew that these three guys led If you go to block Flint, you should know how much money those unlucky guys lost.
"It's two hundred and thirty-five galleons and ten sickles. I just made a copy of Flint's bill, just in case that bastard wants to default on it!" George smiled and took out a piece of parchment from his pocket. They had just sorted out the data recording Flint's gambling, and found that those guys really owed a lot of debt.
"This is not a small amount of money." Kenneth Toler recalled the unpleasant experience last year.
"Whoever dared to offer odds of 1 to 4 is simply crazy." Fred shrugged, not showing any pity for the unlucky Slytherin, "Moreover, he deliberately broke the rules to stop Harry during the game. After catching the Golden Snitch, you should have seen that the Slytherin team even lost twice."
"I even suspect that someone from Slytherin did it when Harry almost fell off the broom." George said.
"Maybe it was Snape." Kenneth Toller suddenly said, "Later, his robe caught fire for some reason, and Harry's broom returned to normal."
"Snape?" The three of them looked at each other and all looked at Albert, "Is Snape so shameless?"
"At that time, I did see that Snape seemed to be thinking about something." Albert said what he saw. Although he didn't say it directly, he put the blame on Snape's head.
No way, Snape is really suitable to take the blame.
"You all don't know that when I saw Harry almost falling off the broomstick, I was almost frightened." When Kenneth Toler recalled what happened at that time, it really couldn't be described as thrilling. If Harry had really fallen off his broom, he would probably be even worse off than Flint now.
After all, Flint still had people to help share the pressure, and he could only bear it on his own.
Fortunately, Albert's words came true, otherwise he would have to pay even his pants to that bastard Flint.
"I believe that Flint will definitely learn this lesson and will not dare to gamble randomly again in the future." Albert said softly.
"But how do you plan to get the money back?" Kenneth Toler asked curiously, "Are you going to block Flint all day?"
"We are following Albert's method and are ready to join forces to recover the gambling money." Lee Jordan said with a smile on Albert's plan.
"Where are the Alberts?" Kenneth Toller noticed that Albert was inexplicably missing.
"What do you want from me?" Albert raised his head and asked. He was teasing Tom with a cat-teasing stick. This guy was no longer afraid of animals.
"Do you think Flint will pay him back?"
"There are a total of sixty students who placed bets. 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. This man is no joke, believe it or not, people bet on him every day and ask him for money."
"Moreover, Flint will stay in school for two more years. As long as someone comes to trouble him every once in a while, I believe Flint will eventually be forced to pay back the money to the students who won the bet."
"What if he has no money?"
"Then let's see who can't stand it first." Albert said softly.
"If you really can't get the money, just take off his trousers and give them to me." Kenneth Toller said with a smile, "I'll pay a galleone for his trousers."
"What do you want his pants for?" Several people looked at Kenneth Toller with strange eyes.
"That bastard Flint said before that if I don't have the money to pay back, he's going to take off my underwear to pay off the debt." Kenneth Toler's smile was a little penetrating, "I don't want his pair that haven't been washed for weeks.
Underwear, that makes me sick, just use his trousers to pay off the debt."
After saying that, Kenneth Toller walked away happily.
"What a nasty guy," Fred muttered.
"Do you think he'll pay?"
Maybe, someone will really do that.
"It's really a death wish!"
Albert listened to the exchanges between several people and silently mourned for Flint for three seconds in his heart.