After the game, some people were happy and some were worried.
Albert is definitely not the one who is worried, and neither are Lee Jordan, Fred and George. The money-loving trio is dividing the Galleons they won from Kenneth Toller.
George pocketed his share of the Sickles and said with a smile, "I heard that poor fellow Kenneth Toller lost a large sum of Galleons."
"It shouldn't be much, maybe a dozen Galleons at most!" Albert felt that he and his roommate had different understandings of a large sum of Galleons.
"By the way, I remember you also placed a bet, how many Galleons did you win?" Fred asked curiously. They knew that Albert had a lot of Galleons, and his luck was particularly good, so he had basically never lost money on his bets.
"I won five Galleons." Albert didn't wait for the three to react and continued, "I reconciled with Kenneth Toler. Before the end of the game, he compensated me with five Galleons in advance and asked me to 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 Toller might have to sell his underwear to pay for the damages." Albert shrugged helplessly and said jokingly, "Besides, I don't want his underwear!"
The expressions on the three people's faces froze for a moment, and the next moment they all couldn't help but burst into laughter, thinking that Albert's description was very interesting.
"Don't tell me... you want it?" Albert looked at the three of them with a strange expression.
"No, we don't want it either." The three of them shook their heads and responded with a smile.
"What will you do if you can't afford the compensation?" Albert suddenly asked.
"No more compensation?"
"Playing tricks?"
"Yes, that's right. The other party seemed to be sincere, so I let him go."
Albert had no intention of pushing Kenneth Toller to death.
"Besides, I have never really trusted this kind of unofficial gambling. If the other party refuses to pay back the money, there is nothing you can do about it. You can't just rob him."
The three of them looked at each other. If they encountered this situation, there was really no better way except to ruin the other party's reputation or find an opportunity to cause trouble for the other party.
"But this time we lost miserably!" Fred couldn't help but sigh. Losing the Quidditch game really made them feel very upset. After all, everyone had put in so much effort to win the game, but in the end, not only did they lose the game, but they also attracted criticism.
There were some unpleasant voices coming out of Gryffindor House again. They were probably making a fuss after seeing the Gryffindor team suffer a crushing defeat.
Albert never paid much attention to the rumors, however, he still underestimated the power of rumors. After he returned to the lounge with the swamp scoop leather gloves, Fred and George hurriedly found him and talked about the rumors.
"Now many people think that Charlie only let his friends and relatives join the team, and ended up ruining the team." Fred looked very angry, waving his fist in the air and shouting, "Why didn't they say that when we won the trophy last year?"
The other players also didn't look happy. They knew the reason for losing the game better than anyone else, but who would really care about it? Most people cared more about the result of the game.
"There's no need to pay attention to those rumors." Albert comforted, "Besides, isn't Gryffindor always like this?"
Fred and George were stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment. What did they mean Gryffindors have always been like this
"If you really care, you can check who is spreading the rumors." Albert casually found something for the two to do.
"If I knew who it was..." Fred gritted his teeth and said, "I would definitely prepare a big surprise for him."
The next afternoon, the twins actually found the culprit.
"It was McLaggen who did it, and that bastard Kenneth Toller was secretly fanning the flames." George's face was so gloomy that water was about to drip out of it, and he told Albert the results of the investigation.
"You shouldn't have let that bastard go in the first place."
"Cormac McLaggen?"
"No, that guy's name is Marcus McLaggen, a fifth-year student. I guess he's a relative of Cormac McLaggen, and he's said to be a nasty guy." George told him the information he had gathered.
"He was eliminated from the Quidditch tryouts?" Albert asked puzzledly.
"Yes. Charlie said that he was an extremely bad guy and was once selected as a substitute. However, because his personality was so annoying, he was rejected by everyone and ultimately failed to join the team." Fred was talking about Marcus McLaggen's information and suddenly laughed maliciously.
That smile is a bit creepy no matter how you look at it.
Albert was not surprised by Kenneth Toller's instigation. Gryffindor lost the game and he lost a lot of Galleons. He must be feeling resentful, so he did something out of the ordinary to disgust others.
"What are you going to do now?" Albert asked.
"I want to shove Marcus McLaggen's head down the toilet," George muttered.
"If you go looking for trouble with him now, he 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 don’t want to…” Albert felt that Fred was simply a devil. If he had diarrhea in front of everyone, the scene would be… too scary.
"I'm going to put a small amount of a strong laxative in the soup and send them all to the toilet."
“Hey, there’s no need to make such a big deal. If other people find out… you’ll be in trouble.” Albert couldn’t help but frown. He simply couldn’t imagine what a spectacular scene it would be if all the students in the academy were having diarrhea.
"If you're targeting Marcus McLaggen, I have no objection, but putting laxatives in everyone's food is not a good idea. The professors will definitely not remain indifferent, and you will definitely not get away with it."
Albert thought it would be best not to start this trend, so that he wouldn't have to worry about someone adding strange things to the food in the school in the future.
"Oh, okay."
Fred thought about it and finally agreed.
"We can knock him out first, then give him a glass of spiked water and let him squat directly on the toilet." George whispered his plan, and he felt more and more excited.
That afternoon, Marcus McLaggen missed the afternoon class, and when he showed up, his legs were shaking and he walked unsteadily.
The plan of those two bastards Fred and George was successful. They even borrowed a camera from Albert and took several photos of Marcus McLaggen having diarrhea. They also said they would give him a photo with smell as well.
The rumor that Marcus McLaggen had fainted from diarrhea began to spread around the school, and it instantly replaced Charlie's rumor as the topic of conversation.
Anyway, these people have really strong tastes. They even used this as a topic of idle chat during the meal. I really don't know what they are thinking.