Chapter 290 The taste is really strong
After the game, some people were happy and some were worried.
Albert was certainly not one to worry, and neither were Lee Jordan, Fred, and George, the money-loving trio who were dividing the galleons they had won from Kenneth Toller.
George put his share of silver coins into his pocket and said with a smile, "I heard that unfortunate Kenneth Toller lost a lot of galleons."
“It shouldn’t be much compensation, 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 he was very lucky, and he basically never lost money on his bets.
"I won five galleons." Albert didn't wait for the three of them to react and continued: "I reconciled with Kenneth Toler. Before the end of the game, he compensated me five galleons in advance and let me Close hand."
“You actually agreed.” The twins said in unison. They didn’t understand why Albert didn’t make money even if he had money.
"If there is no settlement, Kenneth Toler will probably have to sell his underwear, and he may not even be able to afford the compensation." Albert shrugged helplessly and said in a joking tone, "Besides, I don't want to I want his underwear!”
The expressions on the three people's faces suddenly froze, and the next moment they all couldn't help laughing, thinking that Albert's description was very interesting.
“Do 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 compensation?”
“Scamming?”
"Yes, that's it. The other party seemed sincere, so I let him go."
Albert had no intention of driving Kenneth Toller to death.
"Furthermore, I don't really trust this kind of unofficial gambling from the beginning. If the other party is shameless and refuses to pay back the money, you have no good way to deal with him. You can't rob him."
The three of them looked at each other. If this happened, there was really no other way except to ruin the reputation of the other party or find an opportunity to cause trouble for the other party.
"However, we lost so badly this time!" Fred couldn't help but sigh. Losing the Quidditch game really made them feel very annoyed. After all, everyone had worked so hard to win the game. Not only did he lose the game, but he also attracted criticism.
There were some unsavory voices in Gryffindor House again. They probably saw the Gryffindor team's disastrous defeat and ran out to jump around again.
Albert had never paid much attention to the rumors, but he still underestimated the power of rumors. After he returned to the lounge with his swamp digging leather gloves, Fred and George hurriedly found him and said Rumors started.
"Many people now think that Charlie only allowed his friends and relatives to join the team, and as a result he ruined a good team." Fred looked very angry, waving his fist in the air and yelling, "Last year, when we won the trophy , why don’t you see them say that?”
The faces of other players are not very good either. They know the reasons for losing the game better than anyone else, but who really cares about this? Most people care 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. They didn't know what to say for a moment. What does it mean that Gryffindors are not always like this?
"If I know who it is..." Fred gritted his teeth, "I will definitely prepare a big surprise for him."
The next afternoon, the twins actually found the culprit.
“McLagan did it, and that **** Kenneth Toller was secretly fueling the fire.” George’s face was gloomy and almost dripping with water, and he told Albert the results of the investigation.
“You shouldn’t have let that **** go in the first place.”
“Cormac McLaggen?”
"No, that guy's name is Marcus McLaggen, a fifth grader. I guess he should be a relative of Cormac McLaggen. He is said to be a nasty guy." George said the intelligence he had collected.
“He was eliminated from the Quidditch selection?” Albert asked doubtfully.
"Yes. Charlie said that he was an extremely bad guy. He was once selected as an alternate. Because his personality was so annoying, he was rejected by everyone and ultimately failed to join the team." Fred said about Marcus ·McLaggen's intelligence suddenly laughed maliciously.
That smile is a bit permeable no matter how you look at it.
Albert was not surprised by Kenneth Toller's push. He had to pay a sum of galleons for the Gryffindor team's loss. He probably felt resentful, so he did something outrageous to disgust others.
“What are you going to do now?” Albert asked.
“I want to stick Marcus McLagan’s head in the toilet,” George muttered.
"If you go to trouble him now, the other party will definitely know who did it." Albert reminded kindly.
"So, I contacted Mundungus and planned to buy some powerful laxatives from him." Fred said in a low voice.
"You wouldn't think..." Albert felt that Fred was a devil. If he had diarrhea in front of everyone, the scene would be... terrible.
“I’m going to add a small amount of strong laxative to the soup and make them all go to the toilet.”
"Hey, there's no need to be so big. If others find out... you'll be in trouble." Albert couldn't help frowning. He simply couldn't imagine what a spectacular scene it would be for the students in the entire college to have diarrhea.
“I don’t object if you single out Marcus McLagan, but putting laxatives in everyone’s food is not a good idea. There’s no way the professors will remain indifferent, and you won’t get away with it.”
Albert thought it was best not to start this conversation, lest he have to worry about someone adding strange things to the school food in the future.
"Oh fine."
Fred thought for a while and finally agreed.
“We can knock him out first, then give him a glass of water with added water and let him sit directly on the toilet.” George whispered his plan, feeling more and more excited.
That afternoon, Marcus McLagan skipped the afternoon class. When he showed up, his legs were shaking and he was walking unsteadily.
The plan of the two **** Fred and George was successful. They also borrowed a camera from Albert and took several photos of Marcus McLagan having diarrhea. They also offered to give him a photo with a Taste photos.
The school began to circulate the dilutes of Marcus Macragen, and instantly replaced Charlie's rumors to become a topic of chatting.
Speaking of which, these people have really strong tastes. During the meal, I even made this matter a topic of conversation. I really don’t know what I was thinking.
(End of this chapter)