Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 400: Who is taking advantage of this

As we enter November, the weather gets very cold.

Every morning, as long as you look up from the frost-covered window upstairs, you can see Hagrid, wrapped in a moleskin coat, sweeping the Quidditch pitch with a large broom and preparing for the upcoming season. Start preparing for the Quidditch match.

"Albert, do you think we can beat the Slytherin team today?" When Fred just stuck his head out of his sweater, he asked a question he cared about a little nervously.

George and Li Jordan, who were originally doing their own thing, also looked sideways, hoping to get the answers they wanted from their friends.

Albert pretended to be contemplative, 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. You know, I have a very high opinion of Potter. high.”

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief when they heard Albert's words. The sentence just now increased the probability of the Gryffindor team winning by at least 30%.

"Haha, I knew it would be like this." George came over, slapped Albert on the back excitedly, and was stunned by the latter before he retracted his hand embarrassingly.

"I'm looking forward to seeing the faces of the Slytherin team after their defeat. It's so interesting to think that they would lose to Harry Potter." Lee Jordan did not forget the original Slytherin students After learning that Harry was drafted into the Quidditch team, what exactly was choreographed to ridicule him.

Angelina, Arya, and Katie were going to the dining room together when they left the dormitory and went to the common room.

"Girls, I have some good news for you." Lee Jordan said to the three with a smile, "Albert thinks our Seeker will catch the Snitch, and if I'm not going to explain the game, I'll definitely be looking for it. Opportunity to gamble and make a big profit."

"It's so sad why you didn't call me."

A voice came from not far away, and it was Kenneth Toler who spoke quickly, and he put his arms around Albert's neck enthusiastically, "You mean, Harry Potter will Catch the Snitch, right! So, how about you play a game with me and get half of it?"

"I'm more interested in betting, you know." Albert took Kenneth Toler's hand off his shoulder.

"Of course, if you want to start a game, I don't mind betting with you."

"Oh, dear Albert, don't you know that no one at Hogwarts is willing to let you bet?" Kenneth Toler was not embarrassed, "unless, you take off that lucky title."

"I can get someone to place a bet."

Fred, George and Lee Jordan all snickered.

"Oh, don't, don't do that, you'll mess things up." Kenneth Toler was a little discouraged, though reluctant to admit it, but the **** Albert never came back Lost money on a bet, really don't know how he did it.

If Albert is betting on him, he will have to take all the Galleons in his pocket.

"I can give you five Galleons to help you share a little risk."

"Okay, I agree with your **** idea. 30%, I'll give you 30% of the profit, as long as you don't bet on my side, give me a hint by the way, and everyone will make money together."

Kenneth Toler agreed, taking the Galleon from Albert's hand.

"You can go over to Slytherin, you know, I think Harry will catch the Snitch and win for Gryffindor, the Slytherin students will definitely think their team will win competition, at least they'll be willing to spend a little Galleon to support their academy.

"That's a good idea. Harry has just joined the Quidditch team. He hasn't been in Quidditch for a long time, and there are not many people who are optimistic about him." Kenneth Toler nodded and asked shamelessly. Said: "You are predicting when Harry will catch the Snitch."

Albert ignored the shrewd **** and went to the restaurant with everyone.

The smell of grilled sausage fills the dining room, and every student is looking forward to a Gryffindor-Slytherin game.

How many players will be sent to the school hospital and in what form has always been one of the main topics people like to talk about.

Of course, the famous Harry Potter has also become a hot topic in people's mouths.

Albert was eating sausages when he saw that **** Kenneth Toller running to the long Slytherin table with a pre-made crate and asking if anyone would be willing to place a bet.

He gave the Slytherins far better odds than Gryffindor, and managed to annoy a group of Slytherin students, many of whom were ready to make Kenneth Toler pay them all their underwear .

Kenneth Toler came around and had good news for Albert, most people didn't like Harry, betting that the Slytherin Seeker would catch Gold first There are a lot of Snitch.

"However, are you sure that Potter is really okay?" Kenneth Toller glanced at Harry Potter's location secretly and asked a little uneasily.

No way, the savior does not look confident, no wonder Slytherin students are not optimistic about him.

Of course, Kenneth Toler also managed to pull a wave of hatred for Harry.

"No problem," said Albert, eating the grilled sausage.

"No problem, you don't want me to be charged by others." Kenneth Toler tapped the number in the box, and more than twenty people bet that Potter couldn't catch the Snitch. The number of bets has exceeded twenty Galleons.

"You have to believe in me, and you have to believe in Potter, we will definitely defeat the Slytherin team today." Albert said confidently.

"Really?" Shanna looked at Albert suspiciously, took a sickle from her pocket and handed it to Kenneth Toler, "Then I buy Gryffindor to win, it's considered a win. Supporting Gryffindor House."

"Okay, okay, but you know, I don't have good odds on Gryffindor here," mumbled Kenneth Toler, who made a brief note on his signature, tearing it apart. After giving half of it to Shanna, I went on to find someone to bet.

"I'm just waiting for you to make me a fortune." Shanna shook the sticky note in her hand and said with a smile.

"If you want to make money, you need to take out a few more Galleons." Albert despises Kenneth a little bit, and the guy's odds on Gryffindor are only 0.7.

The majority of Gryffindor students, however, had no problem, seeing it as a form of support for the house from Kenneth.

"There is also a bet on the Slytherin team." Truman walked over to Albert, put his arms around his neck, handed an odds table to Albert, and said with a smile: "Who do you say will win?"

"Harry Potter will win." Albert thought about taking five Galleons from his pocket, "How much are you going to press?"

"Two Galleons, I don't have as much money as you, and...you will make others lose and refuse to pay back." Truman took the two Galleons.

"I think five Galleons should still be within the range they can afford." Albert thought for a while and said, "They'll probably think you're taking advantage of you."

"I'm willing to be the scapegoat. Then again, how sure are you, I can count on this one to make a fortune." Truman said in a low voice.

"I'm ready to press five Galleons."

"Harry Potter caught the Snitch, right?" Truman repeated.

"Yes." Albert nodded.

"Okay, wait for my good news." Before he left, Truman took the three Galleons that Albert put on the table and took them away.

"You're very generous," Shanna said with a smile, regretting that she didn't bet with her just now.

"Why don't you make money, especially the people who watch Slytherin." Lee Jordan feels great, and he just made a bet with Galleon.

Not as generous as Albert, though.

No way, the **** Kenneth Toler didn't let them bet on the grounds that they must be instigated by Albert, and the two were helpless. Unexpectedly, someone on the Slytherin side planned to start a bet, and Fred and George were naturally happy to press their team to win the game.

Slytherins are also very welcome to go and place their bets.

"Who's betting over there?" Albert asked with raised eyebrows.

"It's Marcus Flint, Slytherin's Quidditch captain, a dumb, dumb guy. The guy got a few other Slytherin players to gamble with."

It was Fred ~IndoMTL.com~ who saw Albert's gaze, shrugged, "I just made a bet, a Galleon."

"Is his family rich?"

"The Flints are definitely not short of money." It was Arya who had just followed the twins to make a bet.

"I thought you guys would bet more."

"What if he doesn't pay back the money?" George muttered, and even if he wanted to forget it, he would deliberately hold off the money.

"It's good to be stunned and grab it back then." Albert said without hesitation, "If he doesn't want to pay back the money."

"You actually pressed two Galleons." Ron has been eavesdropping on the conversations of several people, looking at Fred and George with unbelievable eyes, it is hard for him to imagine that these two guys are willing to spend a lot of money Bet money.

"Ron, aren't you short of money? You can also bet with us. It's your support for Harry." Fred said, looking at Ron with a look of disbelief.

"I wouldn't mind if I had the money," Ron said dryly. He really didn't have much money, and he didn't want to take chances to gamble.

"The chance to make a fortune calls you, if you don't want it, then don't blame anyone." George shrugged, looked at Harry and said, "You should have some confidence in yourself, Albert said you can catch the Snitch Bring us victory."

"Okay, I bet too, I bet I'll win," Harry muttered, pulling a Galleon from his pocket and handing it to George.

"Harry." Hermione looked at Harry reproachfully, thinking that gambling was not a good habit.

"You won't lose money. Albert has never lost a bet. Lucky Albert didn't scream." Fred grabbed Galleon and walked towards the Slytherin long table. .

At this moment, Ron suddenly had an inexplicable feeling, as if something was leaving him.