Study Days at Hogwarts

As November enters, the weather becomes very cold.

Every morning, as long as you look out of the frost-covered windows upstairs, you can see Hagrid, wrapped in a moleskin coat, sweeping the snow on the Quidditch pitch with a big broom for the upcoming Quidditch game. Preparing for the Dodger Game.

"Albert, do you think we can defeat the Slytherin team today?" When Fred just poked his head out of his sweater, he asked the question he was concerned about slightly.

George and Li Qiaodan, who were doing their own thing, also turned their heads and looked over, hoping to get the answers they wanted from their friends.

Albert pretended to be thoughtful, and after a long time he slowly said: "If we can win, Harry Potter should be able to catch the Golden Snitch and usher in victory for us. As you know, I think highly of Potter."

The three of them couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief when they heard Albert's words. That sentence at least increased the possibility of Gryffindor's victory by 30%.

"Haha, I knew it would be like this." George came over and patted Albert's back excitedly, and then received a fierce glare from the latter, and then he took his hand back sarcastically.

"I'm looking forward to seeing the Slytherin team's expressions after they lose. It's really interesting to think that they will lose at the hands of Harry Potter." Lee Jordan has not forgotten when the Slytherin students learned about Harry Potter. After Leigh was selected for the Quidditch team, how did he arrange to ridicule him?

When several people left the dormitory and came to the common room, Angelina, Aaliyah and Katie were preparing to go to the restaurant for dinner.

"Girls, let me tell you some good news." Lee Jordan smiled and said to the three of them: "Albert thinks that our seeker will catch the Golden Snitch. If I am not going to commentate on the game, I will definitely find an opportunity to start a bet." Make a huge profit."

"Why didn't you call me? It's so sad."

A voice came from not far away, and the person who spoke was Kenneth Toller. He walked over quickly and put his arms around Albert's neck enthusiastically, "You mean, Harry Potter will catch King Jin?" Snitch, right! Then, how about you make a bet with me and split the profits in half?"

"I'm more interested in betting, you know." Albert took Kenneth Toller's hand from his shoulder.

"Of course, if you want to start a gambling game, I wouldn't mind placing a bet with you."

"Oh, dear Albert, don't you know that no one at Hogwarts is willing to let you place a bet?" Kenneth Toller was not embarrassed, "Unless you take off that lucky title. "

"I can find someone to place my bets on."

Fred, George and Li Jordan were all snickering beside them.

"Oh, don't, don't do that, you will mess things up." Kenneth Toler was a little discouraged. Although he was very reluctant to admit it, Albert, the bastard, never placed a bet again. Having lost money, I really don’t know how he did this.

If Albert bets with him, he must spend all the Galleons in his pocket.

"I can give you five galleons to help you share some of the risk."

"Okay, I agree with your damn idea. 30%, I'll give you 30% of the profit, as long as you don't bet on my side, and give me some tips by the way, if you have money, we can make money together."

Kenneth Toler agreed and took the Galleons from Albert's hand.

"You can go to the Slytherin side, you know, I think Harry will catch the Golden Snitch and win for Gryffindor, and the Slytherin students will definitely think that their team will win the game, at least They would be willing to spend some galleons to support their academy.

"This is a good idea. Harry has just joined the Quidditch team and has not been exposed to Quidditch for a long time. Not many people are optimistic about him." Kenneth Toler nodded and asked shamelessly: " You are predicting when Harry will catch the Golden Snitch."

Albert ignored this pushy bastard and went to the restaurant with everyone.

The smell of grilled sausages filled the dining hall, and every student was looking forward to the exciting game between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

How many players will be sent to the school hospital and in what form has always been one of the main topics that everyone likes to talk about.

Of course, the famous Harry Potter has also become a hot topic among people.

While Albert was eating sausages, he saw that bastard Kenneth Toller running to the long Slytherin table with a box that had been prepared in advance and asking if anyone was willing to place a bet.

He gave the Slytherin team much higher odds than Gryffindor, and successfully annoyed a group of Slytherin students. Many of them were already ready to ask Kenneth Toller to give them his underwear.

When Kenneth Toller came around in a circle, he told Albert the good news. Most people were not optimistic about Harry, especially betting that the Slytherin Seeker would catch the Golden Snitch first. There are a bunch of them.

"But are you sure Potter is really okay?" Kenneth Toller secretly glanced at Harry Potter's position and asked slightly uneasily.

There was no way, this savior really didn't look confident. No wonder the Slytherin students didn't think highly of him.

Of course, Kenneth Toller also managed to create a wave of hatred for Harry.

"No problem." Albert said while eating grilled sausage.

"What do you mean, no problem, don't let me get debt collected by others." Kenneth Toler tapped the number in the box. More than twenty people placed bets on the idea that Potter could not catch the Golden Snitch. The number of bets was It's already over twenty galleons.

"You have to believe me and Potter, we will definitely defeat the Slytherin team today." Albert said confidently.

"Really?" Shanna looked at Albert suspiciously, took out a Sickle from her pocket and handed it to Kenneth Toller and said, "Then I support Gryffindor by buying the Gryffindor team." The Academy of Findor."

"Okay, okay, but you know, my odds for Gryffindor are not high." Kenneth Toller muttered, he briefly recorded it on the signature, tore half of it and gave it to After finding Shanna, he continued to look for someone to place bets.

"I'm just waiting for you to make me rich." Shanna shook the note in her hand and said with a smile.

"If you want to make money, you need to get a few more Galleons." Albert looked down upon Kenneth a little, because the odds offered by that guy for the Gryffindor team were only 0.7.

However, most Gryffindor students didn't have any objections and only thought it was Kenneth's support for the college.

"There are people on the Slytherin team who are also gambling." Truman walked towards Albert, put his arms around his neck, handed a odds table to Albert, and said with a smile: "What do you mean? Who will win?"

"Harry Potter will win." Albert thought for a moment and took out five Galleons from his pocket, "How much are you going to press?"

"Two Galleons, I don't have as much money as you, and...you will make others lose and refuse to pay back the money." Truman took away the two Galleons.

"I think five Galleons should be within the range they can afford." Albert thought for a moment and said, "They will probably think you are a victim."

"I'm willing to be the one being taken advantage of. Having said that, no matter how sure you are, I only hope to make a fortune this time." Truman said in a low voice.

"I'm ready to pay five Galleons."

"Harry Potter caught the Golden Snitch, right?" Truman repeated.

"Yes." Albert nodded.

"Okay, wait for my good news." Before Truman left, he took away the three Galleons that Albert had placed on the table.

"You're very generous." Shanna said with a smile, a little regretful that she didn't join in the bet just now.

"If you have money, why not make it, especially when you see Slytherin people being unlucky." Lee Jordan felt great. He had also bet on Galleons just now.

However, he is not as generous as Albert.

There was no way, that bastard Kenneth Toler refused to let them place the bet on the grounds that they must have been ordered by Albert, and the two of them were helpless. Unexpectedly, someone on the Slytherin side actually planned to start a bet. Fred and George were naturally happy to bet that their team would win the game.

Slytherin also welcomes them to place bets.

"Who's betting over there?" Albert asked, raising his eyebrows.

"It's Marcus Flint, the Quidditch captain of Slytherin, a stupid and stupid guy. That guy found a few other Slytherin players to start a bet together."

It was Fred who spoke. He saw Albert's gaze and shrugged, "I just placed a bet, one Galleung."

"Is his family rich?"

"The Flint family is definitely not short of money." The person who spoke was Aria, who had just followed the twins to place bets.

"I thought you were going to bet more."

"What if he doesn't pay back the money?" George muttered, even if he had to forget it, he would deliberately delay the payment.

"Just knock him out and grab him back then." Albert said without thinking, "If he is not willing to pay back the money."

"You actually pressed two Galleons." Ron had been eavesdropping on the conversation of several people, looking at Fred and George with incredible eyes. It was hard for him to imagine that these two guys were actually willing to spend a lot of money to bet. Note.

"Ron, aren't you short of money? You can place bets with us as a way of supporting Harry." Fred said, looking at Ron who looked in disbelief.

"If I had money, I wouldn't mind." Ron said dryly. He really didn't have much money, and he didn't want to take a chance on gambling.

"The opportunity to make a fortune came to you, and if you don't want it, don't blame anyone." George shrugged, looked at Harry and said: "You should have some confidence in yourself, Albert said you can catch the Golden Snitch and bring it to us." Come to victory.”

"Okay, I bet too, I bet I'll win." Harry muttered, taking out a galleung from his pocket and handing it to George.

"Harry." Hermione looked at Harry reproachfully. She felt that gambling was not a good habit.

"You won't lose money. Albert has never lost a bet. Lucky Albert doesn't scream randomly." Fred grabbed the Galleon and walked towards the Slytherin table.

At this moment, Ron suddenly had an inexplicable feeling, as if something was leaving him.