"So, for the time being, you only withdraw the principal you pressed when you bet from Flint?"

Albert looked down at the five Galleons that Fred had handed him, then looked up at Fred, George, and Lee Jordan who were sitting across from him with joy, and asked, "Flint is Aren't you planning to pay back the money?"

"That **** really wants to go wrong," George said angrily. "Since the Slytherin team lost the game, he doesn't plan to pay back."

"If we didn't find a bunch of people to stop him according to your statement, we wouldn't necessarily be able to get the money back." Lee Jordan admired Flint's cheeky, but that guy really planned not to Acknowledge.

"What is grabbing, can this be called grabbing?"

Fred and George were very dissatisfied with Lee Jordan's remarks, and directly protested: "We are obviously just going to get back the Kanon that we bet on to win."

"You guy obviously used a spell to put people down." Lee Jordan muttered softly.

"It's all because that **** Flint wanted to go wrong, and I just made him unable to make a sound." Fred regretted not using the coma spell directly.

"Also, the person who used the Stunning Curse is obviously George."

"Nonsense, I obviously used a full body restraint curse." George protested dissatisfiedly.

Albert stretched out his hand to hide his face, this group of **** must have secretly cast a spell on Flint while they were in the mess, and let them go. He asked again: "You didn't leave the person directly on the snow!"

"How could we be like that!" Fred said solemnly, "According to your suggestion, we threw Flint and his little friend in the Slytherin locker room. It was warm, um, top I had more colds, and after we returned to the academy, we intimately hinted that the Slytherin students had a Quidditch player in their academy passed out in the locker room."

"I guess Flint won't be able to get the money for a while." Albert stooped to pick up his fat cat and reminded him, "If you want to get back your own Kanon, I'm afraid it will take some time. Work hard."

"It's a pity that Flint and his companions don't have any extra Garon." Lee Jordan liked to see Flint's stunned and confused expression of witnessing himself being robbed by a group of people.

"They pressed a lot of Gallon where the Kenneth Tolera bastard, some students have not even got the principal." Fred Mosuo pointed Gallon between his fingers, and started talking to Albert Tell me how they blocked Flint and his companions and successfully got the deposit back.

"Who were you scolding just now!"

Kenneth Toller walked over with a swagger, almost smiling.

"We made about thirty gallons this time. This one belongs to you. The rest has been settled."

He reached into the pocket of his robe, took out a purse, counted fourteen gallons from it and handed it to Albert. Then, he took out a piece of parchment and handed it to Albert to show that he did not lie to him.

In Kenneth Toller, there are actually very few people who really bet to win and make money. It should be said that there are a lot of people who support Harry, but the amount of bet is very small. Most of Garon was actually earned from Slytherin. Those guys were so confident in themselves, but they were basically wiped out.

"By the way, I heard that the Flint **** owes more than a hundred gallons to others." Kenneth Toller asked Fred, George and Lee Jordan for answers. He also knew that these three guys brought People are going to block Flint, and you should know how much money the hapless guys have lost.

"It's two hundred and thirty-five gallons and ten cents. I just copied a copy of Flint's bill, lest that **** wants to repay the bill!" With a smile, George took out a parchment paper from his pocket. It records the data of Flint's gambling game. They have liquidated just now and found that those guys really owed a debt.

"It's not a small amount of money." Kenneth Toller remembered the unpleasant experience last year.

"Whoever lets him dare to offer odds of one to four is crazy." Fred shrugged, and would not pity Slytherin's unlucky one at all. "Furthermore, he deliberately violated the rules to stop Harry during the game. Catch the Snitch, you should have seen it, and the Slytherin team can even say that they lost twice."

"I even suspect that Harry almost fell off the broom, it was the Slytherin guy who did it," George said.

"It might be Snape," Kenneth Toller said suddenly. "Later, his robe caught fire somehow and Harry's broomstick returned to normal."

"Snape?" The three looked at each other and looked at Albert together. "Will Snape be so shameless?"

"At the time, I did see what Snape was thinking." Albert said what he saw. Although he didn't say it directly, he was buckling Snape's head.

No way, Snape was indeed suitable for carrying this pot.

"You don't know, I was almost frightened when I saw Harry almost fell off the broomstick." Kenneth Toller recalled what happened at that time, it is really not a thrilling sentence to describe. If Harry really fell off the broom, he would be worse than Flint now.

After all, Flint still has someone to help share the pressure, and he can only carry it himself.

Fortunately, Albert's words were fulfilled, or even the pants would have to be paid to that **** Flint.

"I believe Flint will definitely learn this lesson, and will not dare to open bets in the future." Albert said softly.

"But how do you plan to get the money back?" Kenneth Toller asked curiously, "Do you stop Flint all day?"

"According to Albert's method, we are ready to unite and collect the bet." Lee Jordan said with a smile on Albert's plan ~www.mtlnovel.com~ How about Albert people? "Kenneth Toller noticed that Albert had disappeared somehow.

"What's the matter with me?" Albert raised his head and asked. He was teasing Tom with the cat stick. This guy was not too scared of life.

"Do you think Flint will pay it back?"

"There are a total of sixty students who bet. You have to know how many students are in Hogwarts." Albert picked up Tom, rubbed his ears and said, "Flint offended so much all at once. People, it's not a joke, believe it or not, someone gambles on him every day and asks him for money."

"Furthermore, Flint will stay in school for two more years. As long as someone finds trouble with him every so often, I believe Flint will eventually be forced to pay back the students who win the bet."

"What if he has no money?"

"Then it depends on who can't stand it first." Albert said softly.

"If you really can't get the money, you just strip off his pants and give them to me." Kenneth Toller said with a smile, "I'll buy his pants for a gallon."

"What do you want him to do with pants?" All of them looked at Kenneth Toller with weird eyes.

"The **** Flint said before that if I don't have the money to pay it back, I have to pick up my underwear to pay off the debt." Kenneth Toller's smile was a bit irritating, "I don't want his one that hasn't been washed for weeks. Underpants, that would make me sick, just use his trousers to pay off the debt."

After speaking, Kenneth Toller walked away happily.

"What a nasty guy," Fred muttered.

"Do you say he will pay?"

Maybe someone will do that.

"It's a death!"

Albert listened to the exchanges of several people and mourned Flint for three seconds in his heart.

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