Chapter 404: Collective Debt Collection
“So, for the time being, you will only recover the principal amount of the bet from Flint?”
Albert looked down at the five Galleons that Fred handed him, then looked up at Fred, George and Lee Jordan who were sitting opposite him with happy faces, and asked: "Who is Flint?" Don’t you plan to pay back the money?”
“That **** really wanted to default on the money,” George said angrily. “Ever since Slytherin lost the game, he wasn’t going to pay back the money.”
"If we didn't follow your words and find a bunch of people to block him, we might not be able to get the money back." Lee Jordan admired Flint's shamelessness. The guy actually didn't intend to. Accept the account.
“What is robbery? Can this be called robbery?”
Fred and George were very dissatisfied with Lee Jordan's remarks and directly protested: "We are obviously just going to get back the Galleons we won by betting."
“You guys secretly used spells to knock people down.” Lee Jordan muttered softly.
“It’s all because that **** Flint wanted to default on the bill, and I just silenced him.” Fred regretted not using the coma spell directly.
“Furthermore, the person who used the coma spell is obviously George.”
“Nonsense, I clearly used a full body binding spell.” George protested dissatisfied.
Albert stretched out his hand to cover his face. These **** must have taken advantage of the chaos to secretly cast spells on Flint and several others, knocking them down. He asked again: "You didn't leave the person directly on 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 dressing room. It was very warm there. Well, top I had a little cold, and when we got back to the house, we thoughtfully hinted to the Slytherin students that their house's Quidditch player had passed out in the locker room."
"I guess Flint won't be able to get the money for a while." Albert bent down to pick up his fat cat and reminded, "If you want to get back your own Galleons, I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort. It’s time to work hard.”
"It's a pity that Flint and his companions don't have any extra galleons." Lee Jordan liked to see Flint's shocked and confused expression when he witnessed himself being robbed by a group of people.
"They paid a lot of Galleons to that **** Kenneth Toller, and some students haven't even gotten their principal back yet." Fred mossed the Galleons between his fingers and began to talk to Albert. Let’s talk about how they blocked Flint and his companions and successfully got back the deposit.
“Who were you scolding just now?”
Kenneth Toller swaggered over with a smile on his face.
"We made about thirty galleons this time. This is yours, and the rest has been settled."
He reached into the pocket of his robe, took out a money bag, counted out fourteen galleons and handed it to Albert. Then, he pulled out another piece of parchment and handed it to Albert, indicating that he had not lied to him.
There are actually very few people who actually win and make money from Kenneth Toller's bets. It should be said that there are many who support Harry, but the amount of bets is very small. They are all like one or two Sickles. Most of the Galleons were actually earned from Slytherin. Those guys were particularly confident in themselves, and in the end, they were basically wiped out.
"By the way, I heard that **** Flint still owes someone more than a hundred galleons." Kenneth Toler asked Fred, George and Lee Jordan for answers. He also knew that these three guys led If you go to block Flint, you should know how much money those unlucky guys lost.
"It's two hundred and thirty-five galleons and ten sickles. I just made a copy of Flint's bill, just in case that **** wants to default on it!" George smiled and took out a piece of parchment from his pocket. They had already cleared the data recording Flint's gambling game just now, and found that those guys really owed a lot of debt.
“That’s not a small amount of money.” Kenneth Toller recalled an unpleasant experience last year.
"Whoever dares to offer odds of 1 to 4 is simply crazy." Fred shrugged, not showing any pity for the unlucky Slytherin, "Moreover, he deliberately violated the rules to stop Harry during the game. Catch the Golden Snitch, you should have seen that the Slytherin team can even be said to have lost twice."
"I even suspect that someone from Slytherin did it when Harry almost fell off the broom." George said.
“Snape?” The three of them looked at each other and then at Albert, “Can Snape be so shameless?”
"At that time, I did see that Snape seemed to be thinking about something." Albert said what he saw. Although he didn't say it directly, he put the blame on Snape's head.
There is no way, Snape is indeed suitable to take the blame.
"You all don't know that when I saw Harry almost falling off the broomstick, I was almost frightened." When Kenneth Toler recalled what happened at that time, it really couldn't be described as thrilling. If Harry had really fallen off his broom, he would probably be worse off than Flint right now.
After all, Flint had someone to help share the pressure, and he could only bear it on his own.
Fortunately, Albert's words came true, otherwise he would have to pay even his pants to that **** Flint.
"I believe that Flint will definitely learn this lesson and will not dare to gamble randomly again in the future." Albert said softly.
"But how are you going to get the money back?" Kenneth Toler asked curiously, "Are you going to block Flint all day?"
"We follow Albert's method and are ready to join forces to recover the gambling money." Lee Jordan said with a smile on Albert's plan.
“Where are the Alberts?” Kenneth Toller noticed that Albert was inexplicably missing.
“What do you want from me?” Albert asked, looking up. He was teasing Tom with a cat-teasing stick. This guy was no longer afraid of life.
“Do you think Flint will pay you back?”
"There are sixty students in total 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. Man, this is no joke, believe it or not, people bet on him every day and ask him for money."
"Furthermore, Flint will stay in school for two more years. As long as someone comes to trouble him from time to time, I believe Flint will eventually be forced to pay back the money to the students who won the bet."
“What if he has no money?”
"Let's see who can't stand it first." Albert said softly.
"If you really can't get the money, just take off his trousers and give them to me." Kenneth Toller said with a smile, "I'll pay a galleone for his trousers."
“What do you want his pants for?” Several people looked at Kenneth Toller with strange eyes.
"That **** 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 Toler's smile was a little bit penetrating, "I don't want his pair that haven't been washed for weeks. Underwear, that makes me sick, just use his trousers to pay off the debt."
After saying that, Kenneth Toller walked away happily.
“What a nasty fellow,” muttered Fred.
“Do you think he will pay?”
Perhaps, someone will do that.
“It’s really a death wish!”
Albert listened to the exchanges between several people and silently mourned for Flint for three seconds in his heart.
(End of this chapter)