What a Twisted Taste

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

Albert is certainly not the one who's worried, nor are Lee Jordan, Fred, and George. The money-grubbing trio are dividing up the Galleon they won from Kenneth Toller.

George tucked his Silver Sickle into his pocket and said with a laugh, "I heard that poor Kenneth Toller lost a lot of Galleon."

"They probably didn't lose much, maybe a dozen or so Galleon at most!" Albert felt that he and his roommate had different understandings of what constituted a large sum of Galleon.

"By the way, I remember you placed a bet too, right? How many Galleon did you win?" Fred asked curiously. They knew Albert had a lot of Galleon and was incredibly lucky, rarely losing money on his bets.

"I won five Galleon." Before the three could react, Albert continued, "I made peace with Kenneth Toller. Before the match ended, he paid me five Galleon in advance to make me stop."

"You actually agreed?" the Twins exclaimed in unison. They couldn't understand why Albert, who had so much money, wouldn't take it.

"If we don't settle, Kenneth Toller will probably have to sell his underwear and still might not be able to afford it," Albert shrugged helplessly, jokingly adding, "Besides, I don't want his underwear either!"

The expressions on the three faces froze instantly, and the next moment they all burst into laughter, finding Albert's description very funny.

"Could it be... that you want it?" Albert looked at the three of them with a strange expression.

"No, we don't want it either." The three shook their heads in unison, responding with smiles.

"What will you do if you can't afford to pay it back?" Albert suddenly asked.

"You're not going to pay?"

"Playing the cheater?"

"Yes, that's right. The other party seemed to be quite sincere, so I let him go."

Albert didn't intend to push Kenneth Toller to his death.

"Moreover, I have never really trusted this kind of unofficial gambling from the beginning. If the other party is shameless and refuses to pay back the money, there is not much you can do about it. You can't exactly rob them, can you?"

The three looked at each other, realizing that if they encountered this situation, they really didn't have any good solutions other than ruining the other party's reputation or finding an opportunity to cause trouble for them.

"However, this time the loss was really bad!" Fred couldn't help but sigh. Losing the Quidditch Match was indeed very frustrating for them. After all, everyone had put in so much effort to win the match, but not only did they lose, they also attracted criticism.

Some negative voices have emerged from Gryffindor again, probably because they saw the Gryffindor Team's crushing defeat and started making trouble again.

Albert had never paid much attention to the rumors, however, he underestimated their power. After he returned to the Common Room with his Swamp Snatcher gloves, Fred and George rushed to find him and brought up the rumors.

"Now many people think that Charlie only allowed his friends and family to join the team, which ruined a good team." Fred looked very angry, waving his fist and shouting, "Why didn't they say this last year when we won the trophy?"

The other players didn't look too good either. They knew better than anyone why they lost the game, but who really cared about that? Most people cared more about the result of the game.

"There's no need to pay attention to those rumors," Albert reassured her. "Besides, hasn't Gryffindor always been like this?"

Fred and George were stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment. What did they mean by saying that Gryffindor hadn't always been like this?

"If you're really concerned, you can find out who's spreading these rumors," Albert casually suggested, giving the two of them something to do.

"If I find out who it is..." Fred said through gritted teeth, "I'm going to give him a big surprise."

The next afternoon, the Twins actually found the culprit.

"It was McLagen who did it, and that bastard Kenneth Toller was pulling the strings behind the scenes." George's face was so dark it was almost dripping with water as he told Albert the results of his investigation.

"You shouldn't have let that bastard go in the first place."

"Cormac McLagen?"

"No, that guy's name is Marcus McLagen, a fifth-grader. I guess he's a relative of McLagen Cormac, and supposedly a nasty fellow," George said, recounting the information he had gathered.

"He was eliminated in the Quidditch selection?" Albert asked, puzzled.

"Yes. Charlie said he was an extremely awful guy. He was once selected as a reserve, but because his personality was so annoying, he was ostracized and ultimately failed to join the team." Fred said, recounting Marcus McLagen's information, and suddenly laughed maliciously.

That smile, no matter how you look at it, is a little creepy.

Albert wasn't surprised by Kenneth Toller's instigation. The Gryffindor Team's loss cost him Galleon, and he probably harbored resentment, so he did something outrageous to annoy others.

"What do you plan to do now?" Albert asked.

"I want to shove Marcus McLagen down the toilet," George muttered.

"If you go looking for trouble with him now, he'll definitely know who did it," Albert kindly reminded you.

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

"You wouldn't be thinking..." Albert felt that Fred was simply a devil, and if he had diarrhea in front of everyone, the scene would be... too terrible.

"I plan to add a small amount of Strong Laxative to the soup so that they all have to go to the toilet."

"Hey, is it really necessary to go this far? If other people find out... you're in big trouble." Albert frowned. He simply couldn't imagine what a spectacular scene it would be if all the students in the academy had diarrhea.

"I don't object to targeting Marcus McLagen specifically, but putting laxatives in everyone's food is not a good idea. The professors will definitely not stand idly by, and you will all be caught."

Albert thought it best not to set a precedent, lest he have to guard against someone adding strange things to the school food in the future.

"Oh, okay."

Fred thought about it and finally agreed.

"We can knock him out first, then force-feed him a spiked glass of water and make him sit on the toilet," George whispered, getting more and more excited about his plan.

That afternoon, Marcus McLagen skipped his afternoon classes, and when he finally appeared, his legs were trembling and he was walking unsteadily.

Fred and George's plan worked. They even borrowed Albert's camera and took several pictures of Marcus McLagen having diarrhea, and said they'd also send him a picture with a smell.

Rumors began circulating at school that Marcus McLagen had collapsed from diarrhea, and it quickly replaced Charlie's story as the topic of conversation.

That said, these people have really strange tastes. They even brought it up as a topic of conversation during dinner; I really don't know what they were thinking.