Chapter 290： Really strong taste

Chapter 290 The taste is really heavy

After the game, some people were happy, while others were worried.

Albert is definitely not the one to worry about, and neither are Lee Jordan, Fred, and George. The money-lovers trio are dividing up the Garen they won from Kenneth Toller.

George put his share of Sickles in his pocket, and said with a smile, "I heard that hapless Kenneth Toller lost a lot of Galleons."

"I shouldn't have lost much, at most a dozen Galleons!" Albert felt that he and his roommate had different understandings of a large sum of Galleons.

"By the way, I remember you bet too, how many Galleons did you win?" Fred asked curiously. They knew that Albert had a lot of Galleons, and he was very lucky, so he basically didn't lose money on his bets.

"I won five Galleons." Albert continued without waiting for the three of them to react, "I made a settlement with Kenneth Toller. Close hand."

"You actually agreed." The twins said in unison. They didn't understand why Albert didn't make money when he was rich.

"If there is no reconciliation, Kenneth Toller may have to sell his underwear, and he may not be able to afford it." Albert shrugged helplessly, and said jokingly, "Besides, I don't want to Want his panties!"

The expressions on the faces of the three of them froze immediately, and they all couldn't help laughing at the next moment, thinking that Albert's description was very interesting.

"Don't tell me...you want?" 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 in unison and responded with a smile.

"If you can't afford it, what will you do?" Albert asked suddenly.

"No compensation?"

"Cheating?"

"Yes, that's it. The other party seems to be sincere, so I let him go."

Albert did not intend to force Kenneth Toller to death.

"Besides, I don't trust this kind of unofficial gambling from the very beginning. If the other party refuses to pay back the money, you have nothing to do with him. You can't rob him."

The three of them looked at each other in blank dismay. If they encountered such a situation, there was really no good way except to tarnish the other party's reputation, or find opportunities to make trouble for the other party.

"However, the loss was really miserable this time!" Fred couldn't help sighing, losing the Quidditch match really made them feel very annoyed, after all, everyone put in so much effort for the victory of the game Well, not to mention losing the game, it also attracted criticism.

There were some bad voices in Gryffindor College again, probably because they saw the Gryffindor team's disastrous defeat and ran out again.

Albert has never paid much attention to those rumors. However, he still underestimated the power of rumors. After he returned to the lounge with swamp digging leather gloves, Fred and George hurried to him and said Gossip.

"Many people now think that Charlie only allowed his friends and relatives to join the team, and he ruined a good team." Fred looked very angry, waving his fists out of thin air and angrily said, "Last year, when we won the trophy , why don’t you see them say that.”

The faces of the other players are also not very good-looking. They know the reason for losing the game better than anyone else, but who really cares about these, most people care more about the result of the game.

"There's no need to care about those rumors." Albert comforted, "Besides, isn't Gryffindor always like this?"

Fred and George were stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment. What do you mean Gryffindor has always been like this?

"If you really care, you can find out who is spreading the rumors." Albert casually found something for the two of them to do.

"If you let me know who it is..." Fred gritted his teeth, "I must prepare a big surprise for him."

The next afternoon, the twins really found the culprit.

"McLaggen did it, and that **** Kenneth Toller was secretly contributing to it." George's face was somber that he was about to drip water, and he told Albert the results of the investigation.

"At the beginning, you shouldn't let that **** go."

"Cormac McLaggen?"

"No, that guy's name is Marcus McLaggen, a fifth-grade student. I guess he should be a relative of Cormac McLaggen. He is said to be a nasty guy." George said the information he had collected.

"He was eliminated from the Quidditch trials?" Albert asked suspiciously.

"Yes. Charlie said that he was an extremely bad guy. He was also selected as a substitute because his personality was too annoying and he was rejected by everyone. In the end, he didn't join the team." Fred said Marcus McLaggen's intelligence suddenly laughed maliciously.

That smile, no matter how you look at it, is a bit permeating.

Albert was not surprised by Kenneth Toller's contribution to the flames. The Gryffindor team lost the game and he lost a sum of Galleons. He probably felt resentful, so he did something out of the ordinary to disgust others.

"What are you going to do now?" Albert asked.

"I want to stuff Marcus McLaggen's head down the toilet," George grumbled.

"If you bother him now, the other party must know who did it." Albert reminded kindly.

"So, I contacted Mundungus and planned to buy some strong laxatives from him." Fred said in a low voice.

"Don't you think..." Albert felt that Fred was simply a demon. If he had diarrhea in front of everyone, the scene would be really... terrible.

"I'm going to add a small amount of strong laxative to the soup and make them all squat on the toilet."

"Hey, there's no need to play so big, if other people find out...you will be miserable." Albert couldn't help frowning, he couldn't imagine how spectacular it would be if the students in the entire academy were having diarrhea.

"If you target Marcus McLaggen alone, I have no objection, but it is not a good idea to put laxatives in everyone's food. It is absolutely impossible for the professors to remain indifferent, and you will definitely not escape."

Albert felt that it was best not to start this, so as not to have to prevent someone from adding strange things to the school food in the future.

"Oh fine."

Fred thought about it, and finally agreed.

"We can stun him first, then pour him a cup of water with supplements, and let him squat directly on the toilet." George whispered his plan, and he felt more and more energetic.

That afternoon, Marcus McLaggen missed the afternoon class, and when he showed up, his legs were trembling and his walk was swaying.

The plan of the two **** Fred and George succeeded. They also borrowed a camera from Albert and took several photos of Marcus McLaggen's diarrhea, and they also said that they would send him one with Taste photo.

The rumors about Marcus McLaggen's diarrhea and fainting began to spread in the school, and it instantly replaced Charlie's rumors as the topic of everyone's gossip.

Having said that, this group of people has really strong tastes. During the meal, I actually used this as a topic of chatting. I really don't know what I was thinking.

(end of this chapter)