The Alchemist of Harry Potter

As we enter November, the weather becomes very cold.

Every morning, as long as he looked up from the frost-filled window upstairs, he could see Hagrid, wrapped in a moleskin coat, sweeping the Quidditch pitch with a large broom and preparing for the upcoming Quidditch pitch. Preparing for a Ditch game.

"Albert, do you think we can beat the Slytherin team today?" When Fred just stuck his head out of his sweater, he asked the question he cared about a little nervously.

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

Albert pretended to ponder, 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. You know, I have a high opinion of Potter."

When the three heard Albert's words, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The sentence just now increased the probability of the Gryffindor team winning by at least 30%.

"Haha, I knew it would be like this." George came over, slapped Albert on the back excitedly, and was glared by the latter before he retracted his hand embarrassingly.

"I'm looking forward to seeing the faces of the Slytherin team after their defeat. It's really interesting to think that they would lose to Harry Potter." Lee Jordan did not forget that the Slytherin students learned that Harry Potter After he was drafted into the Quidditch team, how exactly did he get rid of him?

When several people left the dormitory and came to the common room, Angelina, Arya and Katie were going to the restaurant together.

"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'll definitely find a chance to start a bet. Take a hard hit."

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

A voice came from not far away, and the one who spoke was Kenneth Toler, who hurried over and put his arms around Albert's neck enthusiastically, "You mean, Harry Potter will catch Kim. Snitch, isn't it! So, how about you play a game with me and get half of it?"

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

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

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

"I can get someone to place a bet."

Fred, George and Lee Jordan all giggled beside them.

"Oh, don't, don't do that, you'll mess things up." Kenneth Toler was a little discouraged, although he was reluctant to admit it, but the bastard Albert didn't bet again Having lost money, I really don't know how he did it.

If Albert was betting on him, he would have to take all the Galleons in his pocket.

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

"Okay, I agree with your damn idea. Thirty percent, I'll give you thirty percent of the profit, as long as you don't bet on my side, give me some tips by the way, and everyone will make money together."

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

"You can go to Slytherin, you know, I think Harry will catch the Snitch and win for Gryffindor, and Slytherin students will definitely think their team will win, at least They will be willing to spend a little Galleon to support their academy.

"This is a good idea. Harry has just joined the Quidditch team. He hasn't been in touch with Quidditch for a long time, and there are not many people who are optimistic about him." Kenneth Toler nodded and asked shamelessly: " You're predicting when Harry will catch the Snitch."

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

The restaurant smelled of grilled sausages,

Every student is looking forward to a great 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 in people's mouths.

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 be willing to place a bet.

He gave the Slytherin team far better odds than Gryffindor, and managed to annoy a group of Slytherin students, many of whom were ready to make Kenneth Toler pay them all in their underwear.

When Kenneth Toler came around, he told Albert good news. Most people were not optimistic about Harry, and it was even more so 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 glanced at Harry Potter's location secretly, and asked slightly uneasy.

No way, this savior does not look confident, no wonder the students of Slytherin are not optimistic about him.

Of course, Kenneth Toler also managed to pull a wave of hatred for Harry.

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

"It's okay, don't let me be charged by others." Kenneth Toler tapped the number in the box. More than twenty people bet that Potter couldn't catch the Snitch. The number of bets It's over twenty Galleons.

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

"Really?" Shanna looked at Albert suspiciously, took out a sisal from her pocket and handed it to Kenneth Toler, "Then I buy Gryffindor to win, and I support Glenn Findo College."

"Okay, okay, but you know, I don't have good odds on Gryffindor here," muttered Kenneth Toler, who made a brief note on his signature, tearing it in half to give After Shanna, she continued to find someone to bet.

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

"If you want to make money, you need to take out a few more Galleons." Albert despises Kenneth a little, and the guy's odds for Gryffindor are only 0.7.

Most of the Gryffindor students, however, had nothing to say, only seeing it as a form of support for the house from Kenneth.

"There is also a bet on the Slytherin team." Truman walked over to Albert, put his arm around his neck, handed an odds table to Albert, and said with a smile: "You said Who will win?"

"Harry Potter will win." Albert thought about taking 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." Truman took two Galleons.

"I think five Galleons should still be within the range they can afford." Albert thought for a while and said, "They will probably think you are taking advantage of you."

"I'm willing to be the scapegoat. Then again, 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 leaving, Truman took the three Galleons that Albert put on the table and took them away together.

"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, especially the people who watch Slytherin are unlucky." Lee Jordan felt great, and he just made a bet with Galleon.

However, it is not as generous as Albert.

No way, the bastard Kenneth Toler refused to let them bet on the grounds that they must be instigated by Albert, and the two of them were helpless. Unexpectedly, someone on the Slytherin side planned to start a bet, and Fred and George were naturally happy to press their team to win the game.

Slytherin's side also welcomes them over to bet.

"Who started a bet over there?" Albert asked with an eyebrow raised.

"It's Marcus Flint, the Quidditch captain of Slytherin, a dumb, dumb guy. The guy got a few other Slytherin players to gamble with."

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

"Is his family rich?"

"The Flint family is definitely not short of money." It was Arya who spoke, and she had followed the twins to make a bet just now.

"I thought you guys would bet more."

"What if he doesn't pay it back?" George muttered, even if he wanted to, he would deliberately hold off the money.

"It's good to be knocked out and grab it back." Albert said without thinking, "If he doesn't want to pay back the money."

"You actually pressed two Galleons." Ron has been eavesdropping on the conversations of several people, looking at Fred and George with incredible eyes, it is hard for him to imagine that these two guys are willing to spend a lot of money Note.

"Ron, aren't you short of money? You can also make a bet with us, which is your support for Harry." Fred said looking at Ron with an unbelievable face.

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

"The chance to make a fortune will call you, if you don't want it, then don't blame anyone." George shrugged and looked at Harry: "You should have a little confidence in yourself, Albert said that you can catch the Snitch and bring it for us. to win."

"Well, I bet too, I bet I'll win," Harry muttered, pulling a Galleon from his pocket and handing it to George.

"Harry." Hermione looked at Harry reproachfully, thinking that gambling was not a good habit.

"You won't lose money. Albert has never lost a bet. Luckily, Albert didn't scream randomly." Fred grabbed Garen and walked towards the long table of Slytherin.

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

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