After entering November, the weather becomes very cold.
Every morning, if you looked up from the frosted window upstairs, you could see Hagrid, wrapped in a moleskin coat, sweeping the snow on the Quidditch pitch with a big broom, preparing for the upcoming Quidditch game.
"Albert, do you think we can beat the Slytherin team today?" Fred asked the question he was concerned about with a little trepidation as he just poked his head out of his sweater.
George and Lee Jordan, who were originally doing their own things, also turned their heads to look over, hoping to get the answers they wanted from their good friends.
Albert pretended to be in deep thought for a long time before he slowly spoke: "He can win. Harry Potter should be able to catch the Golden Snitch and bring us victory. You know, I think highly of Potter."
The three of them couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they heard Albert's words. That sentence at least increased Gryffindor's chances of winning by 30%.
"Haha, I knew it would be like this." George came over and patted Albert's back excitedly, but the latter glared at him fiercely, so he took his hand back awkwardly.
"I'm looking forward to seeing the Slytherin team's expressions after their defeat. It's really interesting to think that they would actually be defeated by Harry Potter." Lee Jordan has not forgotten how the Slytherin students ridiculed Harry when they learned that he was selected for the Quidditch team.
When they left the dormitory and came to the common room, Angelina, Alia and Katie were preparing to go to the restaurant for dinner.
"Girls, I have good news for you." Lee Jordan said to the three with a smile, "Albert thinks our Seeker will catch the Golden Snitch. If I wasn't going to commentate on the game, I would definitely find an opportunity to start a gambling game and make a fortune."
"Why didn't you call me? It's really sad."
A voice came from not far away. It was Kenneth Toller who spoke. He walked over quickly and put his arms around Albert's neck enthusiastically. "You mean, Harry Potter will catch the Golden Snitch, right? Then, how about making a bet with me and splitting the profits in half?"
"I'm more interested in the bets, you know." Albert took Kenneth Toller's hand away from his shoulder.
"Of course, if you want to start a gambling game, I don't mind placing a bet with you."
"Oh, dear Albert, don't you know that no one in Hogwarts is willing to let you bet?" Kenneth Toller was not embarrassed, "Unless, you take off that lucky title."
"I can find someone to place a bet."
Fred, George and Lee Jordan were all laughing nearby.
"Oh, no, no, don't do that, you'll mess things up." Kenneth Toller was a little discouraged. Although he was reluctant to admit it, this bastard Albert had never lost money on betting. I really don't know how he did it.
If Albert placed a bet with him, he would have to spend all the Galleons in his pocket.
"I can offer five Galleons to help you share some of the risk."
"Okay, I agree with your damn idea. Thirty percent, I'll give you thirty percent of the profits, as long as you don't bet on my side and give me some tips, and we can make money together."
Kenneth Toller agreed and took the Galleons from Albert.
"You can go to the Slytherin side. You know, I think Harry will catch the Golden Snitch and win for Gryffindor. The Slytherin students will definitely think that their team will win the game, and at least they will be willing to spend some Galleons to support their own house.
"That's a good idea. Harry has just joined the Quidditch team and has not been involved in Quidditch for a long time. Not many people are optimistic about him." Kenneth Toller nodded and asked shamelessly: "Predict when Harry will be able to catch the Golden Snitch."
Albert ignored the over-the-top bastard and went to the restaurant with everyone else.
The restaurant was filled with the smell of grilled sausages, and every student was looking forward to the exciting match between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
How many players will be sent to the school hospital and in what form has always been one of the main topics that everyone likes to talk about.
Of course, the famous Harry Potter has also become a hot topic among people.
While Albert was eating sausages, he saw that bastard Kenneth Toler running to the Slytherin table with a box that had been prepared in advance, asking if anyone wanted to place a bet.
He gave the Slytherin team much higher odds than Gryffindor, which successfully annoyed a group of Slytherin students. Many of them were ready to ask Kenneth Toller to give them his underwear as compensation.
When Kenneth Toller came around, he told Albert the good news. Most people were not optimistic about Harry, and many people were betting that the Slytherin Seeker would catch the Golden Snitch first.
"But are you sure Potter is really okay?" Kenneth Toller secretly glanced at Harry Potter's position and asked a little uneasily.
There's no way around it. This savior really doesn't seem to have much confidence. No wonder the Slytherin students don't think highly of him.
Of course, Kenneth Toler also succeeded in attracting some hatred for Harry.
"No problem." Albert said while eating grilled sausages.
"What do you mean by no problem? Don't make me get chased for debt by others." Kenneth Toller tapped the number in the box. More than twenty people bet that Potter could not catch the Golden Snitch, and the amount of bets had exceeded twenty Galleons.
"You have to believe me and believe Potter. We will definitely defeat the Slytherin team today." Albert said confidently.
"Really?" Shanna looked at Albert suspiciously, took out a Sickle from her pocket and handed it to Kenneth Toler, saying, "Then I'll bet on Gryffindor to win, which is considered supporting Gryffindor House."
"Okay, okay, but you know, the odds I give to Gryffindor are not high." Kenneth Toller muttered. He made a simple note on the signature sheet, tore off half of it and gave it to Shanna, then continued to look for someone to place a bet.
"I've been waiting for you to help me make a fortune." Shanna shook the note paper in her hand and said with a smile.
"If you want to make money, you need to take out more Galleons." Albert looked down on Kenneth. The guy only offered odds of 0.7 to the Gryffindor team.
However, most Gryffindor students had no objection and simply considered it as a form of support for the college by Kenneth.
"Someone from the Slytherin team is also betting." Truman walked towards Albert, put his arm around his neck, handed a payout table to Albert, and said with a smile, "Who do you think will win?"
"Harry Potter will win." Albert thought for a moment and took out five Galleons from his pocket. "How much do you want to bet?"
"Two Galleons. I'm not as rich as you, and... if you do this, others will lose money and won't pay you back." Truman took the two Galleons.
"I think five Galleons should be within their budget." Albert thought for a moment and said, "They will probably think you are a sucker."
"I'm willing to be the sucker. But how confident are you? I'm counting on making a fortune this time." Truman said in a low voice.
"I'm ready to bet five Galleons."
"Harry Potter caught the Golden Snitch, didn't he?" Truman repeated.
"Yes." Albert nodded.
"Okay, wait for my good news." Before leaving, Truman took away the three Galleons that Albert had placed on the table.
"You are very generous." Shanna said with a smile, regretting that she didn't join in the bet.
"Why not make money if there is money to be made, especially seeing Slytherin people suffer misfortune." Lee Jordan felt great. He also took out Galleons to place a bet just now.
However, he is not as generous as Albert.
There was no way, that bastard Kenneth Toler said that they must have been instructed by Albert, so he wouldn't let them place the bet, and the two of them were helpless. Unexpectedly, someone from Slytherin actually wanted to start a bet, so Fred and George were naturally happy to bet on their team to win the game.
Slytherin also welcomed them to come over and place bets.
"Who started the gambling game over there?" Albert asked with a raised eyebrow.
"It was Marcus Flint, the Slytherin Quidditch captain, a dumb, stupid fellow. The guy got a few other Slytherin players to make a bet together."
It was Fred who spoke. He saw Albert looking at him and shrugged, "I just placed a bet, one Galleon."
"Is his family rich?"
"The Flints certainly have plenty of money," said Arya, who had just followed the twins to place bets.
"I thought you guys would bet more."
"What if he doesn't pay me back?" George muttered. He would deliberately delay paying even if he had to let it go.
"We can just knock him out and take the money back." Albert said without hesitation, "If he doesn't want to pay back the money."
"You actually bet two Galleons." Ron had been eavesdropping on the conversation and looked at Fred and George in disbelief. He found it hard to imagine that these two guys were willing to bet such a large sum of money.
"Ron, aren't you short of money? You can also bet with us. It will be considered as your support for Harry." Fred said to Ron who looked incredulous.
"If I had money, I wouldn't mind," Ron said dryly. He really didn't have much money, and he didn't want to take a chance on gambling.
"You were offered the chance to make a fortune, but you didn't want it. Don't blame anyone else." George shrugged and looked at Harry. "You should have more confidence in yourself. Albert said you can catch the Golden Snitch and bring us victory."
"Well, I'll take that 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. She felt that gambling was not a good habit.
"You won't lose money. Albert has never lost a bet. Lucky Albert is not just a name." Fred grabbed the Galleon and walked towards the Slytherin table.
At this moment, Ron suddenly had an inexplicable feeling, as if something was leaving him.