The Alchemist of Harry Potter

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

Albert is definitely not the one who is worried, and Lee Jordan, Fred and George are certainly not the three. The trio of financial fans is dividing up the Garon won from Kenneth Toller.

George put his share of Silver Sike in his pocket and said with a smile, "I heard that Kenneth Toller had lost a lot of Gallon."

"It shouldn't be lost, at most a dozen gallons!" Albert felt that he and his roommate had different understandings of a large amount of gallons.

"By the way, I remember you also bet, how many Gallons did you win?" Fred asked curiously. They know that Albert has a lot of Gallon, and they are very lucky, and the bet is basically not lost.

"Won five gallons." Albert did not wait for the three to react, and continued: "I reconciled with Kenneth Toller. Before the end of the game, he lost me five gallons in advance and let me Close hand."

"You actually agreed." The twins said in unison. They don't understand why Albert is rich and doesn't make it.

"If there is no reconciliation, Kenneth Toller would have sold his underwear, and he may not be able to afford it." Albert shrugged helplessly, and said in a joking tone, "And, I don't want to Want his underwear!"

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

"Don't... you want it?" Albert looked at the three with a weird expression.

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

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

"Not lost?"

"Shame?"

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

Albert did not intend to force Kenneth Toller to death.

"Moreover, I didn't trust this kind of unofficial gambling from the beginning. If the other party doesn't pay back the money, you can't do anything good with him. You can't rob him."

The three looked at each other. If this happens, there is really no good way except to make each other's reputation stinky or find opportunities to make trouble.

"However, this time I lost really badly!" 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. In the end, not to mention losing the game, but also aroused criticism.

There were some unpleasant voices in Gryffindor Academy. It is estimated that seeing the Gryffindor team defeated, they ran out and jumped again.

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

"Many people now think that Charlie only let his friends and relatives join the team, and ended up ruining the good team." Fred looked very angry and waved his fists out of thin air. "Last year, when we won the trophy , Why don't you see them say that."

The faces of the other players are not pretty. They know the reasons for losing the game better than anyone else, but who really cares about these, most people care more about the result of the game.

"There is no need to care about those rumors," Albert comforted. "And, isn't Gryffindor always like this?"

Fred and George were stunned. They didn't know what to say for a while. What does Gryffindor have always been like?

"If you really care about it, you can find out who is rumoring it." Albert asked them to do something casually.

"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 McLagen. The **** Kenneth Toller secretly contributed to the flames." George's face was about to drip with gloomy expression, and he told Albert the results of the investigation.

"In the beginning, you shouldn't have let go of that bastard."

"Cormac McLagen?"

"No, that guy is Marcus McLagan, a fifth-grade student. I guess it should be a relative of Cormac McLagan, he is said to be an annoying guy." George said about the information he had collected.

"He was eliminated in the Quidditch selection?" Albert asked suspiciously.

"Yes. Charlie said that he was an extremely bad guy. He was also selected as a candidate because his personality was so annoying and rejected by everyone. In the end he failed to join the team." Fred said of Marcus. ·McLagen’s intelligence suddenly laughed unkindly.

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

Albert was not surprised by Kenneth Toller's help. The Gryffindor team lost the game and he lost a fortune. He probably felt resentful, so he did something unusual and disgusted others.

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

"I want to put Marcus McLagen's head in the toilet." George murmured.

"If you bother him now, the other party must know who did it." Albert reminded him kindly.

"So, I contacted Mondungus and planned to buy some powerful laxatives from him." Fred said in a low voice~www.mtlnovel.com~You shouldn't think about it..." Albert felt that Fred was simply It's a demon, if you diarrhea in front of everyone, the scene is really... terrible.

"I plan to add a small amount of powerful laxatives to the soup and let them all go to the toilet."

"Hey, there is no need to play so big, if others know...you will be miserable." Albert couldn't help frowning, he couldn't imagine the spectacular scene of the students in the whole college diarrhea.

"If you target Marcus McLagan alone, I wouldn't object, but putting a laxative in everyone's food is not a good idea. Professors can never be indifferent, you certainly can't escape."

Albert thinks it's best not to start this, so as to prevent someone from adding strange things to the school food.

"Oh, OK."

Fred thought for a while, and finally agreed.

"We can faint him first, then fill him with a glass of water and let him squat directly on the toilet." George whispered his plan, and he felt more and more vigorous.

That afternoon, Marcus McLagan missed the afternoon class, and when he appeared, his legs trembled and he walked vainly.

The plan of Fred and George’s two **** succeeded. They also asked Albert to borrow a camera, took several photos of Marcus McLagen’s diarrhea, and said that they would send him one with Taste photos.

The school began to circulate that Marcus McLagen fainted and suddenly replaced Charlie's rumors as a topic of chat.

Having said that, the taste of this group is really heavy. When I was eating, I actually used it as a topic of chat, I really don't know what I think.

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