The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Chapter 401

As we enter November, the weather becomes very cold.

Every morning, as long as you look forward from the frost-filled windows upstairs, you can see Hagrid wrapped in a moleskin coat, sweeping snow on the Quidditch field with a big broom, and preparing for the upcoming Quidditch competition. Preparing for the odd game.

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

George and Li Qiaodan, who were doing their own things, also looked sideways, hoping to get the answers they wanted from their friends.

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

The three of them couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they heard Albert's words. The sentence just now at least increased the possibility of the Gryffindor team winning by 30.00%.

"Haha, I knew it would be like this." George came over, patted Albert's back excitedly, and was glared at by the latter, and then took his hand back embarrassingly.

"I'm looking forward to seeing the faces of the Slytherin team after their defeat. It's really interesting to think that they will lose to Harry Potter." Lee Jordan did not forget that when the Slytherin students learned that Harry Potter How did Leigh play up the taunt after he was drafted into the Quidditch team?

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

"Girls, I have good news for you." Lee Jordan said to the three with a smile, "Albert thinks our Seeker will catch the Snitch. If I'm not going to explain the game, I'm definitely looking for an opportunity to start a gamble." Make a fortune."

"Why don't you call me, it's really sad."

A voice came from not far away, and the one who spoke was Kenneth Tolle, who walked over quickly and put his arms around Albert's neck enthusiastically, "You mean, Harry Potter will catch Jin Snitch, right! So, how about you start a bet with me, half the profit?"

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

"Of course, if you want to start a gamble, I don't mind betting with you."

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

"I can find someone to bet on."

Fred, George and Lee Jordan were all laughing beside them.

"Oh, don't, don't, don't do that, you'll mess things up." Kenneth Toller was a little discouraged. Although he was reluctant to admit it, Albert, the bastard, never made a bet After losing money, I really don't know how he did it.

If Albert placed a bet with him, he would have to spend all the Garen in his pocket.

"I can produce five Galleons to help you share a little risk."

"Okay, I agree with your damn idea. [-]%, I'll give you [-]% of the profit, as long as you don't bet on my side, and give me some tips by the way, everyone can earn money together."

Kenneth Toller agreed, and took the Garen from Albert's hand.

"You can go to the Slytherin side, you know, I think Harry will catch the Snitch and win for Gryffindor, 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.

"That's a good idea. Harry has just joined the Quidditch team. He hasn't been in contact with Quidditch for a long time. There are not many people who are optimistic about him." Kenneth Toller nodded, and asked shamelessly: " You're predicting when Harry will be able to catch the Snitch."

Albert ignored the aggressive bastard and went to the restaurant with everyone.

The dining room smelled of grilled sausages, and every student was looking forward to the exciting match between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

How many players will be sent to the school hospital 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 holding a pre-made box, ran to the long Slytherin table, and asked if anyone would bet.

He gave the Slytherin team far better odds than Gryffindor, and managed to annoy a group of Slytherin students. Many people were already ready to ask Kenneth Toller to pay them all their underwear.

When Kenneth Toller came around in a circle, he told Albert the good news. Most people were not optimistic about Harry. It was even more important to bet that the Slytherin Seeker would catch the Snitch first. There are a bunch.

"However, are you sure that Potter is really okay?" Kenneth Toller secretly glanced at Harry Potter's position and asked a little uneasy.

No way, this savior really doesn't look very confident, no wonder the Slytherin students don't think highly of him.

Of course, Kenneth Toller also succeeded in pulling a wave of hatred for Harry.

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

"What is no problem, don't let me be chased by others." Kenneth Toller tapped the amount in the box, and more than 20 people bet that Potter would not catch the Snitch. More than twenty Galleons.

"You have to trust me, and you have to trust 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 will buy the Gryffindor team to win, which is considered to support Gryffindor." Fundor Academy."

"Okay, okay, but you know, the odds for Gryffindor are not high on my side." Kenneth Toller muttered, he simply recorded it on the note, tore it in half to give After Shanna, he continued to find someone to place a bet on.

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

"If you want to make money, you need to get a few more Galleons." Albert looked down on Kenneth a bit, and the guy's odds for the Gryffindor team were only 0.7.

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

"Someone in the Slytherin team is also betting." Truman walked towards Albert, put his arms around his neck, handed a paytable in front of Albert, and said with a smile: "You say Who will win?"

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

"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 the two Galleons away.

"I think five Galleons should still be within their tolerance." Albert thought for a while and said, "They probably think you're being taken for a ride."

"I'd be willing to be taken advantage of. After all, how sure are you, I can count on this time to make a fortune." Truman said in a low voice.

"I'm ready to press five Galleons."

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

"Yes." Albert nodded.

"Okay, wait for my good news." Before Truman left, he touched the three Galleons that Albert put on the table and took them away.

"You are very generous." Shanna said with a smile, a little regretting that she didn't bet with her just now.

"Why don't you make money if you have money, especially if you see Slytherin people are unlucky." Lee Jordan felt great, and he also bet with Garen just now.

However, not as generous as Albert.

No way, that bastard Kenneth Toller refused to let them bet on the grounds that they must be ordered by Albert, and the two were also very helpless.Unexpectedly, someone in Slytherin actually planned to start a gamble, and Fred and George were naturally happy to pressure their team to win the game.

The Slytherin side also welcomes them to bet in the past.

"Who started the game over there?" Albert asked with raised eyebrows.

"It's Marcus Flint, Slytherin's Quidditch captain, a stupid, stupid guy. The guy got some other Slytherin players to start a game with."

It was Fred who was speaking. Seeing Albert's gaze, he shrugged and said, "I just placed a bet, one Galleon."

"Is his family rich?"

"The Flints certainly don't need money." It was Arya who had just followed the twins to bet.

"I thought you guys would bet more."

"What if he doesn't pay back?" George muttered, and he'd hold off on paying if he had to.

"Just knock him out and grab it back then." Albert said without thinking, "If he doesn't want to pay back the money."

"You actually bet two Galleons." Ron had been eavesdropping on the conversation of several people, looking at Fred and George with disbelief. Note.

"Ron, aren't you short of money? You can also bet with us, which can be regarded as support for Harry." Fred said, looking at Ron with an unbelievable expression.

"I don't mind if I'm rich," said Ron dryly.He really didn't have much money, and he didn't want to take chances to gamble.

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

"Okay, I bet too, I bet I'll win." Harry muttered, took out a Galleon from his pocket and handed it to George.

"Harry." Hermione looked at Harry reproachfully, she thought gambling was not a good habit.

"You won't lose money. Albert has never lost a bet. Lucky Albert didn't just yell." Fred grabbed Garen and walked towards the long table in Slytherin.

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

(End of this chapter)