The Alchemist of Harry Potter

After the game, some people are happy, some people are worried.

Albert is definitely not the one to worry, and neither is Lee Jordan, Fred, and George. The trio of money fans are dividing 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 the hapless one."

"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.

"By the way, I remember you bet 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.

"Won five Galleons." Albert continued without waiting for the three to react: "I settled with Kenneth Toler, and before the game ended, he paid 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.

"If we don't reconcile, Kenneth Toler may have to sell his underwear, and he might not be able to afford it." Albert shrugged helplessly and said in a joking tone, "And, I don't want to. I want his panties!"

The expressions on the faces of the three people froze immediately, and the next moment they all 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 pay?"

"Fucking?"

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

Albert didn't even plan to put Kenneth Toler to death.

"Also, I don't trust this kind of unofficial gambling very much since the beginning. If the other party doesn't pay back the money, there's 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, the loss is really bad this time!" Fred couldn't help sighing. Losing the Quidditch game really made them feel very annoyed. After all, everyone worked so hard to win the game. Well, not to mention the result of losing the game, but also aroused criticism.

There were some not-so-good voices in Gryffindor Academy again, probably because they saw the Gryffindor team's fiasco, they ran out and jumped again.

Albert has never paid much attention to those rumors. However, he still underestimated the power of rumors. After he returned to the lounge with the swamp dig leather gloves, Fred and George hurriedly found him and said Rumors.

"A lot of people now think that Charlie only let his friends and relatives into the team, and ended up ruining a good team." Fred looked angry, waving his fists out of thin air and scolding, "Last year, when we won the trophy , why don't they say that."

The faces of other players are also not very good-looking. They know the reason 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. "And, hasn't Gryffindor always been like this?"

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

"If you really care, 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 really found the culprit.

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

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

"Cormac McLaggen?"

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

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

"Yes. Charlie said that he was an extremely bad guy. He was also selected as an alternate because of his disgusting personality. He was rejected by everyone and finally failed to join the team." Fred said Marcus. McLaggen's intelligence, suddenly laughed maliciously.

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

Albert was not surprised by Kenneth Toler's push. He lost a Galleon for Gryffindor's loss. He probably felt resentment in his heart, so he did something out of the ordinary to disgust others.

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

"I want to stuff Marcus McLaggen'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 strong laxatives from him." Fred said in a low voice.

"You shouldn't think..." Albert felt that Fred was a devil. 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.

"If you target Marcus McLaggen alone, I'm not against it, but it's not a good idea to put laxatives in everyone's food. There is absolutely no way that professors will remain indifferent, and you will certainly not escape."

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

"Oh fine."

Fred thought about it, and finally agreed.

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

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

The two bastards Fred and George had a successful plan, they also borrowed a camera from Albert, took several pictures of Marcus McLagan, and also offered to send him a picture with Flavor photos.

The school began to spread the story of Marcus McLaggen fainting, and in an instant, the rumors of Charlie were replaced as the topic of small talk.

Having said that, these people have really heavy tastes. During the meal, I even used this as a topic of small talk. I really don't know what I was thinking.

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