Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 290: The taste is really heavy

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

Albert is certainly not the one to worry, neither is Lee Jordan, Fred, or George, the trio of money fans are splitting up the Galleons they won from Kenneth Toler.

George put his share of silver in his pocket and said with a smile, "I heard that Kenneth Toler lost a lot of Galleons to his hapless."

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

"Right, I remember you betting too, how many Galleons did you win?" Fred asked curiously. They knew that Albert had a lot of Galleons, and he was very lucky, so he basically didn't lose his bet.

"Five Galleons won." Albert continued without waiting for the three of them to react, "I settled with Kenneth Toler, who paid me five Galleons in advance before the game was over. , let me stop."

"You actually agreed." The twins said in unison. They didn't understand why Albert didn't make money.

"If we don't reconcile, Kenneth Toler will probably have to sell his underwear, and he may not be able to pay for it." Albert shrugged helplessly and said in a joking tone, "And, I don't want his **** either!"

The expressions on the three people's faces froze immediately, and the next moment they couldn't help laughing, thinking that Albert's description was very interesting.

"Don't...you want it?" Albert looked at the three of them strangely.

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

"If you can't afford to pay, what will you do?" Albert asked suddenly.

"Don't lose?"

"Shit?"

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

Albert didn't intend to kill Kenneth Toller either.

"Also, I don't trust this kind of unofficial gambling very much since the beginning. If the other party refuses to pay back the money, there is no good way for you to take him. You can't rob him."

The three of them looked at each other in dismay. If they encountered such a situation, there was really no good way to do it, except to make the other party's reputation stinky, or find opportunities to trouble the other party.

"However, this time the loss is really bad!" Fred couldn't help sighing. Losing the Quidditch match really made them feel very annoyed. After all, everyone paid so much for winning the game. After a lot of hard work, not to mention losing the game, but also aroused criticism.

Gryffindor House has made some unpleasant voices again, presumably seeing the Gryffindor team's fiasco and running out again.

Albert never paid much attention to the gossip. However, he still underestimated the power of the gossip. After he returned to the lounge with the swamp dig leather gloves, Fred and George hurriedly found He, talking about gossip.

“A lot of people now think that Charlie only lets his friends and relatives join the team, and he ruins a good team.” Fred looked angry, waving his fist out of thin air and scolding, “Last year, we won Why didn't they say that when they were giving the trophy."

Other players don't look good either. They know the reason for losing the game better than anyone else, but who really cares about it, most people care more about the outcome of the game.

"There's no need to pay attention to those rumors." Albert comforted. "And, hasn't Gryffindor always been like this?"

Fred and George were stunned and didn't know what to say for a while. Why is Gryffindor not always like this?

"If you are really concerned, you can check to see who is spreading the rumors." Albert casually found something for the two of them to do.

"If you let me know who it is..." Fred gritted his teeth, "I must prepare a big surprise for him."

The next afternoon, the twins did find the culprit.

"It was made by McLaggen, and that **** Kenneth Toler was behind it." George's face was gloomy and water was about to drip, and he told Albert the results of the investigation.

"In the first place, you shouldn't have let that **** go."

"Cormac McLaggen?"

"No, that guy's name is Marcus McLaggen, a fifth grader. I guess he's a relative of Cormac McLaggen, who is said to be a nasty guy." George explained the intelligence he had collected.

"He was eliminated from the Quidditch tryouts?" Albert asked suspiciously.

"Yeah. Charlie said, that's a very bad guy. He was also selected as an alternate, because his personality was so annoying, he was rejected by everyone, and he didn't get to join the team." Fred said. The intelligence of Marcus McLaggen suddenly laughed maliciously.

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

Albert was not surprised by Kenneth Toler's push. He lost a Galleon for Gryffindor's loss. He probably felt resentment, so he did something out of the ordinary and disgusting. look at someone else.

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

"I want to stuff Marcus McLaggen's head down the toilet," George mumbled.

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

"So, I contacted Mundungus to buy some strong laxatives from him~IndoMTL.com~ Fred lowered his voice.

"Don't you think..." Albert felt that Fred was a devil, and if he was thin in front of everyone, the scene would be... terrifying.

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

"Hey, there's no need to play so big, if others find out...you'll be miserable." Albert couldn't help frowning, he couldn't imagine the spectacular scene where the students in the entire academy were diarrhoea. .

"I wouldn't object if you targeted Marcus McLaggen alone, but putting laxatives in everyone's food is not a good idea. There's no way the professors will be indifferent, and you can't escape. "

Albert thinks it's best not to start this way, lest someone add strange things to the school food in the future.

"Oh, okay."

Fred thinks about it, and finally agrees.

"We can stun him first, then give him a glass of refilling water and let him squat directly on the toilet." George whispered his plan, and he felt more and more energetic.

Marcus McLaggen skipped the afternoon class that afternoon, and when he showed up, his legs were shaking and he was walking half-heartedly.

The two **** Fred and George had a successful plan. They also borrowed a camera from Albert, took several pictures of Marcus McLaggen, and offered to give him one by the way. A photo with flavor.

The story of Marcus McLaggen collapsing into a coma began to circulate in the school, instantly replacing Charlie's rumors as the topic of small talk.

Speaking of which, this group of people has serious tastes. During the meal, I even used this as a topic of small talk. I really don't know what I was thinking.