Letter

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. To be honest, I strongly suspect he never believed in the contract in the first place and had never intended to return our principal.

However, I think Bagman will regret his decision.

Wishing you a pleasant life!

Dris Jordan

After reading the letter, Albert casually set it alight. Tom, who had been perched on the table grooming himself, watched the burning parchment curiously, opened his mouth in a yawn, then plopped himself down on Albert's pile of envelopes. With his fat little belly exposed, he clearly had no intention of moving.

Seeing this, Lee Jordan asked with a smile, "Whose letter was that?"

Knowing Albert as he did, Lee knew that letters Albert burned usually contained important things he did not want others to see.

"A letter from Mr. Jordan. They all went to collect their debts from Ludo Bagman, but unsurprisingly, the man does not have a single Galleon now. After some negotiation, both sides signed a contract."

"What sort of contract?"

Lee Jordan wanted to reach out and rub Tom's belly, but ultimately gave up.

"Once Ludo Bagman receives his monthly wages, he will pay twenty Galleons toward the debt. In ten years, Ludo Bagman will no longer owe them any Galleons." Albert rubbed Tom's belly, then pulled a letter out from beneath the cat's backside.

"Ten years? I'd bet that was your idea. Bagman's probably cursing you as a devil behind your back." Lee Jordan suddenly felt a little sorry for Bagman.

"Ludo Bagman has never been a settled sort. He has been a sly