Chapter 405： Knowledge is wealth (2/2)

Fred and George must have won the bet. What makes him feel complicated is that they still believe that they can get it back even though they haven't got the money they won.

”Albert, do you know who Nicol LeMay is?” Hermione asked expectantly.

”Well, what do you ask this for?” Albert raised his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows as he looked at the three people with anticipation.

”We have looked through a lot of books, but we didn't even find his shadow.” Harry said hurriedly, ”You must know, right!”

If you can get the answer from Albert, you can save a lot of trouble.

”Well, I know.” Albert said that he did know.

”Who is he?” the three said in unison.

”Nicole LeMay, he is...” Albert's words suddenly stopped, and he looked at the three of them again, narrowed his eyes and said, ”It seems that you seem to be very interested in what the big dog guards. interest?”

”Do you know what's there?” Hermione was surprised, she didn't understand how Albert knew these things.

Is it Hagrid?

”It has nothing to do with you.” Albert said seriously: ”Of course, it has nothing to do with me,”

”We just want to know who Nicol LeMay is, no other idea.” Hermione tried to defend, she hadn't given up getting the answer from Albert.

”Don't get involved, it's a big pit, and there is a lot of trouble in it.” Albert reminded kindly: ”Of course, if you want to know, go to the library or ask Hagrid, he must be too Know some.”

”Hagrid refused to say.”

”But how did you know?” Harry asked curiously, ”I mean you seem to know a lot.”

”I won't tell you.” Albert shrugged ~ You can't guess it anyway. ”

”I hate his bad taste.” Ron murmured, he must have done it on purpose, or didn't know it at all.

Of course, this is also angry.

As the three of them gathered together and were whispering, Flint in Slytherin slammed out of the toilet angrily, seemingly ready to find someone who attacked him.

After all, anyone who has been rectified back and forth like this several times will feel angry.

”cover me.”

Fred secretly drew out his wand, gave George and Lee Jordan a look, and used their cover to cast a happy spell at Flint.

The next moment, the anger on Flint's face immediately disappeared, replaced by a stupid-looking smile, and then he couldn't help laughing.

This sudden laughter made everyone feel a little inexplicable.

In order to prevent the Slytherin people from picking things up, Truman also brought the debt collection team around.

”What are you doing?” Professor McGonagall, who had sniffed something wrong, walked over here, looked at Flint who was laughing, and frowned.

”He seems to have some disease, and suddenly he laughs.” Truman raised his hand and hid his face, with an expression of your illness.

”Perhaps, we should send people to Madam Pomfrey, he obviously needs some treatment.”

”This is... a happy spell?” Professor McGonagall saw Flint's situation at a glance. ”Who of you cast a spell on him.”

”Spell? I thought Flint had a disease that would kill him if he didn't smile.” Lee Jordan almost wrote the shock on his face.

The members of the debt collection squad who came by couldn't help laughing, as if they had been infected by Flint, and looked very stupid.

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