Who Was the Sucker

After entering November, the weather became very cold.

Every morning, if you look out of the frost-covered windows upstairs, you can see Hagrid, wrapped in a mole fur coat, sweeping snow off the Quidditch Pitch with a large broom, preparing for the Quidditch Match that is about to begin.

"Albert, do you think we can beat the Slytherin Team today?" Fred asked the question he was concerned about, just as he peeked his head out from under his sweater.

George and Lee Jordan, who were originally doing their own thing, also turned their heads to look over, hoping to get the answer they wanted from their friend.

Albert pretended to be deep in thought, and after a long while, he slowly said, "We can win. Harry Potter should be able to catch the Golden Snitch and bring us victory. As you know, I have a very high opinion of Potter."

The three breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Albert's words; that one sentence had increased Gryffindor Team's chances of winning by at least thirty percent.

"Haha, I knew it would turn out like this." George walked over and excitedly patted Albert on the back, only to be glared at fiercely by the latter, at which point he sheepishly withdrew his hand.

"I'm really looking forward to seeing the Slytherin Team's expressions after their defeat. Just imagine how funny it would be if they lost to Harry Potter." Lee Jordan hadn't forgotten how the Slytherin students had mocked and ridiculed Harry when they learned he'd been chosen for the Quidditch team.

When the group left the dormitory and arrived at the Common Room, Angelina, Aylia, and Katie were heading to the restaurant together for a meal.

"Girls, I have some good news for you." Lee Jordan said to the three of them with a smile, "Albert thinks our Seeker will catch the Golden Snitch. If I weren't commentating on the game, I would definitely find a chance to open a betting shop and make a fortune."

"It's really heartbreaking that you didn't invite me."

A voice came from not far away. It was Kenneth Toller who spoke. He walked over quickly and enthusiastically put his arm around Albert's neck. "You mean Harry Potter will catch the Golden Snitch, right? Well then, how about we make a bet and split the profits 50/50?"

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

"Of course, if you want to run a betting operation, I don't mind placing bets with you."

"Oh, dear Albert, don't you know that no one at Hogwarts is willing to let you place your bets anymore?" Kenneth Toller wasn't embarrassed. "Unless you take away that lucky title."

"I can find someone to place the bet."

Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were all secretly laughing on the side.

"Oh, no, no, please don't do that, you'll make a complete mess of things." Kenneth Toller was a little discouraged. Although he was reluctant to admit it, he really didn't know how Albert, that bastard, had ever lost money on betting.

If Albert places a bet with him, he'll definitely lose all the Galleon in his pocket.

"I can contribute five Galleon to help you share some of the risk."

"Okay, I agree to your damn idea. Thirty percent, I'll give you thirty percent of the profits, as long as you don't place bets on my side, and you also give me some hints. We can make money together."

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

"You can go to Slytherin. You know, I think Harry will catch the Golden Snitch and win for Gryffindor. The Slytherin students will definitely think their team will win, or at least they'll be willing to spend some Galleon to support their house."

"That's a good idea. Harry has only just joined the Quidditch team and hasn't been involved in Quidditch for long. Not many people are optimistic about him." Kenneth Toller nodded, then shamelessly asked, "Tell me your prediction: when will Harry be able to catch the Golden Snitch?"

Albert ignored the jerk who was pushing his luck and went to the restaurant with everyone else.

The restaurant was filled with the aroma of grilled sausages, and every student was looking forward to the exciting match between Gryffindor Team and Slytherin Team.

How many players will be sent to the School Hospital and in what form has always been a major topic of discussion.

Of course, the famous Harry Potter also became a hot topic of conversation.

While Albert was eating sausage, he saw that bastard Kenneth Toller run up to the Slytherin table with a pre-made box and ask if anyone wanted to place a bet.

He gave Slytherin Team Gryffindor, which successfully angered a group of Slytherin students, many of whom were already prepared to demand that Kenneth Toller pay them back their underwear.

When Kenneth Toller came around, he told Albert some good news: most people didn't think Harry had a chance, and a lot of people were betting that the Slytherin Seeker would catch the Golden Snitch first.

"But are you sure Potter is really okay?" Kenneth Toller glanced furtively at Harry Potter's location and asked with a hint of unease.

Unfortunately, this savior did seem rather insecure, which explained why the Slytherin students didn't have high hopes for him.

Of course, Kenneth Toller also successfully stirred up a wave of hatred for Harry.

"No problem," Albert said, eating a grilled sausage.

"What do you mean 'no problem'? Don't get me chased by debt collectors." Kenneth Toller tapped the contents of the box. More than twenty people had bet that Potter couldn't catch the Golden Snitch, and the total bets had exceeded twenty Galleon.

"You have to believe in me, and you have to believe in Potter. We will definitely beat Slytherin Team today," Albert said confidently.

"Really?" Shanna looked at Albert suspiciously, took out a Sickle and handed it to Kenneth Toller, saying, "Then I'll bet on Gryffindor Team to win, as a way of supporting Gryffindor."

"Okay, okay, but you know, I don't offer high odds for Gryffindor," Kenneth Toller muttered. He made a quick note on a sticky note, tore it in half, gave it to Shanna, and then went to find someone to place a bet.

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

"If you want to make money, you need to bring out more Galleon." Albert looked down on Kenneth, who had only offered odds of 0.7 for Gryffindor Team.

However, most Gryffindor students didn't have any objections, seeing it simply as Kenneth's support for the House.

"There are betting odds on Slytherin Team too." Truman walked over to Albert, put his arm around his neck, handed Albert an odds table, and said with a smile, "Who do you think will win?"

"Harry Potter will win." Albert thought for a moment and pulled five Galleon from his pocket. "How much are you going to bet?"

"Two Galleon. I don't have as much money as you, and... this way you'll make it so that the other person loses and won't pay back the money." Truman casually took two Galleon.

"I think five Galleon should still be within their budget," Albert said after thinking for a moment. "They'll probably think you're being taken advantage of."

"I'd be willing to be the sucker, but how confident are you? I'm counting on this to make a fortune," Truman said in a low voice.

"I'm ready to bet five Galleon."

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

"Yes," Albert nodded.

"Okay, wait for my good news." Before leaving, Truman casually took the three Galleon that Albert had placed on the table.

"You're very generous," Shanna said with a smile, a little regretting that she hadn't placed a bet with them earlier.

"Why not make money if you can, especially since those who watch Slytherin are going to suffer?" Lee Jordan felt great; he had just placed a bet with Galleon.

However, he wasn't as generous as Albert.

Unfortunately, Kenneth Toller, that bastard, wouldn't let them place bets, claiming they were definitely acting on Albert's orders. The two were helpless. Unexpectedly, someone from Slytherin was planning to start a betting operation, and Fred and George were naturally happy to bet on their team to win.

Slytherin also welcomed them to place bets.

"Who's running a betting game over there?" Albert asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It was Marcus Flint, the Slytherin Quidditch captain, a stupid and clumsy guy. That guy got a few other Slytherin Team players involved in the betting."

It was Fred who spoke. He noticed Albert looking over and shrugged, saying, "I just placed a bet, one Galleon."

"Is his family rich?"

"The Flint family certainly isn't short of money." It was Aylia who said this; she had just gone to place bets with the Twins.

"I thought you guys would bet more."

"What if he doesn't pay me back?" George muttered, knowing that even if he wanted to let it go, he would deliberately drag his feet and not pay.

"We can just knock him out and take it back," Albert said without hesitation. "If he doesn't want to pay it back."

"You guys actually bet two Galleon." Ron had been eavesdropping on their conversation, looking at Fred and George with disbelief. He found it hard to believe that these two guys would be willing to spend so much money on a bet.

"Ron, aren't you short of money? You can bet with us too, as a way of supporting Harry," Fred said, looking at Ron's incredulous expression.

"If I had the money, I wouldn't mind," Ron said dryly. He didn't have much money, and he didn't want to gamble.

"You're offered a chance to make a fortune, and you don't want it? Well, don't blame anyone else." George shrugged and looked at Harry. "You should have some confidence in yourself. Albert said you can catch the Golden Snitch and bring us victory."

"Okay, I'll 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; she didn't think gambling was a good habit.

"You won't lose out. Albert has never lost a bet. Lucky Albert isn't just a nickname." Fred grabbed Galleon and walked toward the Slytherin table.

At that moment, Ron suddenly had a strange feeling, as if something was leaving him.