At the same time, in the Slytherin team's waiting room.
Marcus Flint hastily lifted the curtain and walked in. "I just met a man in a red robe. That shorty, what's his name again? Anyway, he was very noisy. He was so angry that he jumped up and down after being ridiculed."
"You mean Oliver Wood?
Or that Laing? "A small snake was wiping his lucky gold coin." Everyone in the Red Robe is noisy. "
"That's true." Flint shrugged and took the thickened armor from his companion beside him.
The Slytherin waiting room, which was decorated with green and silver, was a little quiet. It did not look like a game was about to start. Some people were tidying their hair, some were spraying themselves with anti-perspiration potions, and some were reading a magazine called "The Amorous Sorceress" with great interest.
"To be honest, I can't get excited about this game. Do you see the gems in the hourglass?
Gryffindor probably only has a dozen or so gems. Even if they win Quidditch, they still won't get first place. "Slytherin's batter was lazily lying on the green chaise lounge. No one could explain why there was a chaise lounge in the waiting room.
"We just need to make sure that Ravenclaw doesn't get the championship. As for Hufflepuff … they always play with fear. Last time, that muggle-born fatty ran over to apologize to me after he hit me." The batter shuddered. "Ugh, I have goosebumps all over. Anyway, they're not a threat."
"Alright." Slytherin's captain, Mel Psy, interrupted Lazy Snake's complaints. "Gentlemen, don't say too much. No matter what, our opponent is Gryffindor. It's enough to make us pay 120% attention. Last time, we didn't get the Quidditch championship and interrupted Slytherin's winning streak."
"You caused me to lose quite a lot of money betting …" The lazy little snake muttered softly.
"In short, this game is the last time that Gryffindor's captain, Charlie Weasley, plays. I don't need to describe how disgusting he usually is." Mel narrowed his eyes, looking like a villain. He tightened his robe. "Listen carefully. Even if we don't win, we can't let them have any good memories."
"Flint will play as the ball chaser this time. I will be the ball seeker, but my main task is not to find the ball, but to run around the field and hinder the opponent's ball seeker from attacking." Mair patted the chaise lounge that Lazy Snake was sitting on. "Trench, keep an eye on the Golden Snitch. Remind me when you see him."
"Yes, yes." Trench nodded his head lazily. However, the strategy of disgusting Gryffindor had indeed piqued his interest.
"Okay, when you foul today, everyone do it secretly. Don't let Madam Hodge see any clues. By the way, someone found out that Madam Hodge supports the Falmouth Falmouth Falcons —"
"It's that boorish team with the slogan, 'Let's fight for victory, but if we can't win, let's smash a few heads'. So, Madam Hodge has a high tolerance for some 'head smashing' fouls in the game. Maybe she just likes to hear the sound. Everyone understands what I mean, right?"
This news made the entire Slythrin team eager to give it a try. Mair smiled, picked up the Nimbus 1700 at the side, and lifted the curtains leading to the stadium. Screams and noises surged in, and he pointed at the Quidditch stadium. "Let's go, gentlemen. Tell me what you're thinking right now."
"Hear the sound!"
The little snakes all picked up the brooms beside them and followed Mair out of the waiting room. Perhaps they might have gotten the content of the competition wrong and put 'listen to the sound' in the first place, but at this moment, they were indeed filled with endless motivation.
Slytherin people were loyal to the desire in their hearts.
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Anna and Belinda came to the stands where the little Slytherin wizards were gathered. As soon as they sat down, they were stuffed with two small green flags. Anna also received a light green, delicate little trumpet. When blown with different strength, the trumpet would produce different tones of "Slytherin ~ Victory ~ Sigh ~".
"Let's compare Flavored Beans!
Is there anything you need?
Chocolate Frogs!
Hot Pumpkin Juice! "A little wizard with a snack box walked in the gap of the stands." Oh!
Licorice Wands?
Of course, we have them. We only need two Sicos for one! "
Anna bought a bunch of licorice wands. It was a kind of candy in the shape of a magic wand. The thick licorice flavor could explode in the mouth in an instant. Belinda did not like the taste of licorice. She covered her nose and fanned in disgust. "Can't you eat something more elegant?"
"Are you talking about durian candy?
Or stinky tofu? "Anna held a licorice wand in her mouth, fiddling with the 'Slytherin trumpet' in her hand.
"Forget I said anything. Go eat your licorice wand." Belinda's attention was quickly attracted by the banner in front of her because it happened to block her view. "Miss, can you please put down the banner a little? I can't see anything!"
Belinda patted the shoulder of the girl in front of her. The long curly-haired Snake showed an apologetic expression. "Sorry, the game is about to start. We want Marcus to see the banner we made as soon as he comes out. We will put it down later."
"Marcus Flint?" Anna tilted her head. She did not expect that monster to have a support group.
"Yes!
Marcus is really the cutest monster in the world … cough, the cutest player in the world! "
The long curly-haired Snake blushed and took out a few personal photos of Flint from her robe. "We also sell his portraits. Do you want them?"
In the photos, Flint was either eating rudely or falling asleep while drooling in the History of Magic class. Anna frowned slightly. Was this not some research photo of a 'humanoid troll'?
"No need, hehehe …" Belinda politely refused.
"How much is that photo of him drooling while sleeping?"
Anna felt that it was a good material to threaten Flint. He was afraid of his mother and definitely did not want her to know that he was sleeping in class.
"You have good taste!" The long curly-haired Snake waved the photos in her hand. "Two Sicos!
As long as there are two Sicos, you can enjoy Marcus's cute sleeping face at any time! "
The price of a licorice wand was not bad. Anna nodded and bought the photo under Belinda's' no way 'gaze. Then, she received an additional white medal. There was a cartoon version of Flint on it, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws while beating its chest like a gorilla. There was a line of small words in the middle,' Best Guardian Marcus Flint '.
God, Anna's hand holding the medal was trembling. "This is …"
The long curly-haired Snake explained very considerately, "This is the medal of our fan club. The fan club will hold an activity every Friday, mainly talking about the cute Marcus. Sometimes, we will also talk about other players. If you are interested, you are welcome to join at any time. The medal will show the location of the gathering."
The long curly-haired Snake's blue eyes lit up. "Sister, I'm looking forward to your joining!"
"Uh, I'm looking forward to it too." Anna smiled, but her mind was unusually firm. She would rather deliver food to the Black Devil than participate in Marcus Flint's evil offline fan gatherings.