"So, for now, you are only going to get back the original stake from Flint?"
Albert looked down at the five Galleons Fred handed him, then looked up at Fred, George, and Lee Jordan who were sitting opposite him with happy faces, and asked, "Is Flint not going to pay back the money?"
"That bastard really wants to default on his debt," George said angrily. "Since the Slytherin team lost the game, he has no intention of paying back the money."
"If we hadn't done as you said and gathered a bunch of people to block him, we might not have been able to get the money back." Lee Jordan admired Flint's shamelessness. The guy actually intended to deny his debt.
"What do you mean by robbing? Can this be called robbing?"
Fred and George were very dissatisfied with Lee Jordan's words and protested directly: "We are only going to get back the Galleons we won in the bet."
"You clearly used a spell secretly to knock the man down." Lee Jordan muttered softly.
"It's all Flint's fault because that bastard wanted to deny his debt, and I just made him unable to make any sound." Fred regretted not using the stunning spell directly at the beginning.
"Besides, it was obviously George who used the Stunning Spell."
"Nonsense, I clearly used a full-body binding spell." George protested dissatisfiedly.
Albert put his hands over his face. These bastards must have secretly cast a spell on Flint and his men during the chaos, knocking them down. He asked again, "You didn't throw them directly into the snow, did you?"
"How could we be that kind of people!" Fred said seriously, "According to your suggestion, we threw Flint and his friends in the Slytherin locker room. It was warm there. Well, at most they caught a cold. And after we returned to the academy, we kindly hinted to the Slytherin students that their Quidditch player had fainted in the locker room."
"I don't think Flint can come up with the money in a short time." Albert bent down and picked up his fat cat, and reminded him, "If you want to get your Galleons back, it will take some effort."
"Unfortunately, Flint and his companions don't have any extra Galleons." Lee Jordan liked to see Flint's stunned and confused expression when he witnessed himself being robbed by a group of people.
"They deposited a large amount of Galleons with that bastard Kenneth Toller, and some students haven't even gotten their principal back yet." Fred Moso counted the Galleons between his fingers and began to tell Albert how they blocked Flint and his companions and successfully got their deposit back.
"Who were you scolding just now?"
Kenneth Toller strode over, his face almost smiling.
"We made about thirty Galleons this time. This is yours. The rest has been settled."
He reached into the pocket of his robe, took out a purse, counted out fourteen Galleons and handed them to Albert. Then, he took out a piece of parchment and handed it to Albert, indicating that he had not lied to him.
There were actually very few people who actually won and made money from betting with Kenneth Toller. It should be said that there were quite a few who supported Harry, but the amount of money they bet was very small, just one or two Sickles. Most of the Galleons were actually earned from Slytherin. That group of guys were very confident in themselves, and in the end they were basically wiped out.
"By the way, I heard that bastard Flint still owes others more than a hundred Galleons." Kenneth Toller sought answers from Fred, George and Lee Jordan. He also knew that these three guys had brought people to block Flint, and they should know how much money those unlucky guys had lost.
"It's two hundred and thirty-five Galleons and ten Sickles. I just copied a copy of Flint's bill in case that bastard tries to default on it!" George smiled and took out a piece of parchment from his pocket. On it was the data of Flint's gambling. They had just settled the account and found that those guys really owed a lot of debts.
"That's not a small amount of money," Kenneth Toler recalled of last year's unpleasant experience.
"Who dared to offer odds of 1 to 4? He is simply crazy." Fred shrugged, showing no pity for the unlucky Slytherin. "Moreover, he deliberately violated the rules during the game to prevent Harry from catching the Golden Snitch. You should have seen that the Slytherin team even lost twice."
"I even suspect that it was the Slytherins who caused Harry to almost fall off his broom," said George.
"It might have been Snape," Kenneth Toller said suddenly, "and then his robes somehow caught fire, and Harry's broom returned to normal."
"Snape?" The three looked at each other and then at Albert. "Would Snape be so shameless?"
"At that time, I did see Snape seemed to be reciting something." Albert described what he saw. Although he did not say it directly, he put the blame on Snape.
There's no way around it, Snape really deserves the blame.
"You don't know, I was so scared when I saw Harry almost fall off his broom." Kenneth Toller recalled what happened at that time. It was really not something that could be described as thrilling. If Harry really fell off his broom, he would probably be worse off than Flint now.
After all, Flint had others to help him share the pressure, but he had to bear it all by himself.
Fortunately, Albert's words came true, otherwise he would have to pay for his pants to that bastard Flint.
"I believe Flint will definitely learn from this lesson and won't dare to gamble again." Albert said softly.
"But how are you going to get the money back?" Kenneth Toller asked curiously, "Are you going to block Flint all day long?"
"We are following Albert's idea and are ready to unite and get the gambling money back together." Lee Jordan said Albert's plan with a smile.
"Where is Albert?" Kenneth Toller noticed that Albert had disappeared inexplicably.
"What do you want from me?" Albert asked, looking up. He was teasing Tom with a cat toy. This guy was no longer shy.
"Do you think Flint will pay you back?"
"There are a total of sixty students who placed bets. You have to know how many students there are in the entire Hogwarts." Albert picked up Tom, rubbed his ears and said, "Flint has offended so many people at once. This is no joke. Believe it or not, there are people betting against him every day and asking him for money."
"Besides, Flint still has to stay in school for two years. As long as someone makes trouble for him every now and then, I believe Flint will eventually be forced to pay back the money to those students who won the gambling."
"What if he has no money?"
"It depends on who can't stand it first." Albert said softly.
"If you really can't get the money, just take off his pants and give them to me." Kenneth Toller said with a smile, "I'll pay one Galleon for his pants."
"What do you want his pants for?" Several people looked at Kenneth Toler with strange eyes.
"That bastard Flint said before that if I don't have the money to pay back, he will take off my underwear to pay off the debt." Kenneth Toller's smile was a bit creepy, "I don't want his underwear that hasn't been washed for several weeks. It would make me sick. I'll just use his trousers to pay off the debt."
Having said that, Kenneth Toler walked away happily.
"What a bad guy," Fred muttered.
"Do you think he'll pay?"
Maybe, someone will really do that.
"You are really asking for death!"
Albert listened to the conversation between several people and observed three seconds of silence for Flint in his heart.