Dear Mr. Anderson:
By the time you receive this letter, we will have successfully cornered Bagman and forced him to sign the magical contract you gave me. Everything was just as you predicted—Bagman did not care about the magical contract at all. Honestly, I suspect Bagman never believed in the contract to begin with and never intended to return the principal to us.
However, I believe Bagman will regret his decision.
Wishing you a pleasant life!
Delis Jordan
After reading the letter, Albert casually set it on fire. Tom, who had been sitting on the table grooming himself, curiously watched the burning parchment, opened his mouth in a yawn, then plopped down on Albert's pile of envelopes with his chubby belly exposed, clearly having no intention of moving.
Seeing this, Lee Jordan asked with a smile, "Whose letter?"
Knowing Albert as he did, Lee knew that letters burned like that usually contained important information Albert did not want others to see.
"A letter from Mr. Jordan. They went to collect their debts from Ludo Bagman as a group, but unsurprisingly, that fellow does not have a single Galleon left. After some negotiation, they signed a contract."
"What contract?"
Lee Jordan wanted to reach out and rub Tom's belly, but ultimately gave up.
"After receiving his salary each month, Ludo Bagman will set aside twenty Galleons to repay his debts. In ten years, Ludo Bagman will no longer owe them any Galleons." Albert rubbed Tom's belly and casually pulled a letter from beneath the cat's backside.
"Ten years? I'd bet that was your idea. Bagman might be calling you a devil behind your back." Lee Jordan suddenly felt a little sorry for Bagman.
"Ludo Bagman is not someone who settles down. He has been a cunning opportunist from the start." As