The Alchemist of Harry Potter

"So, for now, you're only taking back your stake from Flint for the time being?"

Albert looked down at the five Galleons that Fred handed him, then looked up at Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, who were sitting across from him with happy faces, and asked, "Is Flint? Aren't you going to pay back?"

"That bastard really wants to default," George said angrily. "He's not going to pay back since the Slytherin team lost."

"If we hadn't found a bunch of people to block him as you said, we wouldn't have been able to get the money back." Lee Jordan admired Flint's cheekiness, but the guy really planned to stop him. Acknowledge.

"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 Galleon that we bet on to win."

"You guy obviously used a spell secretly to bring people down." Lee Jordan muttered softly.

"It's all the fault of that bastard Flint for wanting to renege on his debt, and I just kept him silent." Fred a little regretted why he didn't use the stun spell directly.

"And, the person who used the stun spell is obviously George."

"Nonsense, I'm obviously using a full-body restraint spell." George protested dissatisfied.

Albert stretched out his hand to cover his face, these bastards must have secretly cast a spell on several of Flint's people and turned them over. He asked again: "You didn't leave people directly on the snow!"

"How could we be like that!" Fred said solemnly: "As per your suggestion, we threw Flint and his friends in the Slytherin locker room, where it was warm, um, top Got a little more cold, and when we got back to the house we kindly hinted to the Slytherin students that their house Quidditch player passed out in the dressing room."

"I guess Flint won't be able to get the money for a while." Albert bent over to pick up his fat cat and reminded, "I'm afraid it will take a lot of money to get back the Galleon that belongs to him. Work done."

"It's a pity that Flint and his companions have no extra Galleons." Lee Jordan liked to see Flint's stunned and confused expression when he saw himself being robbed by a group of people.

"They put a huge amount of Galleons on Kenneth Toler's bastard, and some of the students haven't even got the principal back." Fred Mosuo pointed the Galleons between his fingers and began to talk to Albert Talk about how they blocked Flint and his companions and got their deposit back.

"Who were you scolding just now!"

Kenneth Toler came swaggering forward with a smile on his face.

"We made about thirty Galleons this time, this one is yours, and the rest have been settled."

He reached into the pocket of his robe, took out a purse, counted fourteen Galleons from it and handed it to Albert. Then, he took out another piece of parchment and handed it to Albert, indicating that he had not lied to him.

There are actually very few people who actually win and make money here in Kenneth Toler. It should be said that there are many people who support Harry, but the amount of bet is very small. Most of the Galleons were actually earned from Slytherin. Those guys were so confident in themselves that they were basically wiped out.

"By the way, I heard that Flint bastard owes more than a hundred Galleons to others." Kenneth Toller asked Fred, George and Lee Jordan for answers. He also knew that these three guys brought People went to block Flint, and they should know how much money those unlucky bastards lost.

"It's two hundred and thirty-five Galleons and ten cents. I just copied a copy of Flint's bill, lest that bastard want to default it!" George smiled and took out a piece of parchment from his pocket. It records the data of Flint's betting game. They have already settled it just now, and found that those guys really owe a lot of debt.

"It's not a small sum of money." Kenneth Toller recalled last year's unpleasant experience.

"Who made him dare to offer odds of one to four,

Just crazy. Fred shrugged, showing no pity for the unlucky Slytherin. "Also, during the game, they deliberately stopped Harry from catching the Snitch. You should have seen that, the Slytherin team could even say that they lost. twice. "

"I even suspect that Harry almost fell off his broom because of the Slytherin people," George said.

"Probably Snape," Kenneth Toller said suddenly. "Afterwards, his robes caught fire for some reason, and Harry's broom returned to normal."

"Snape?" The three looked at each other and looked at Albert, "Is Snape so shameless?"

"At that time, I did see that Snape seemed to be thinking something." Albert said what he saw. Although he didn't say it directly, it was like putting the blame on Snape's head.

No way, Snape is indeed suitable for carrying the pot.

"You don't know, I was terrified when I saw Harry almost fell off his broomstick." Kenneth Toler recalled what happened at that time, it was really not a thrilling description, If Harry did fall off his broom, he'd be worse off than Flint by now.

After all, Flint has someone to help share the pressure, and he can only carry it himself.

Fortunately, Albert's words came true, otherwise even the pants would have to be paid to that bastard Flint.

"I believe that Flint will definitely learn from this lesson and will not dare to gamble again in the future." Albert said softly.

"However, how are you going to get the money back?" Kenneth Toler asked curiously. "Will you be blocking Flint all day?"

"According to Albert's method, we are ready to join forces to recover the stake." Lee Jordan said with a smile of Albert's plan.

"Where's the Albert?" Kenneth Toller noticed that Albert had disappeared for no apparent reason.

"What's the matter with me?" Albert looked up and asked, he was teasing Tom with a cat stick, this guy was no longer afraid of life.

"Do you think Flint will pay you back?"

"There are 60 students who made bets. You have to know how many students there are in Hogwarts." Albert picked up Tom, rubbed his ears and said, "Flint offended so much at once. Man, it's not a joke, believe it or not, people bet on him every day and ask him for money."

"Furthermore, Flint will stay in the school for two years. As long as someone tries to trouble him, I believe that Flint will eventually be forced to repay the students who won the bet."

"What if he has no money?"

"Then see who can't stand it first." Albert said softly.

"If you really can't get the money, you can take off his pants and give them to me." Kenneth Toler said with a smile, "I'll send a Galleon to buy his pants."

"What do you want his pants for?" Several people looked at Kenneth Toler with weird eyes.

"That bastard in Flint said before that if I don't have any money to pay it back, I'll take off my panties to pay off the debt." Kenneth Toler's smile was a bit creepy, "I don't want the one he hasn't washed in weeks, either. Underpants, that would make me sick, just use his trousers to pay off the debt."

With that, Kenneth Toler walked away happily.

"What a bad guy," Fred muttered.

"You said he would pay?"

Maybe someone will do that.

"It really sucks!"

Albert listened to the exchange of several people and mourned for Flint for three seconds in his heart.

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