At this moment, all the members of the Slytherin team fell silent, but as more and more students poured into the lounge, as the captain, he still gritted his teeth and said:
"We can't be blamed for the loss at all. It was obviously the referee who was biased. The famous savior, even with his mouth——"
His words disappeared in Hollens' eyes.
In the lounge, Jem Hollens's eyes, which were originally as gentle as the blue sea, seemed to be brewing with a particularly gloomy sea storm, and his whole person was as cold as frost. He raised his head and stared coldly at the group of people in front of him.
.
His tone was still unhurried, and his voice was not even much louder than usual:
"So, are you proud of losing? It's worth your shouting. Even Gryffindor Tower can hear your cry of unwillingness as a weakling."
Flint's tall and strong body shrank subconsciously.
"Also," Hollens stared at the group of people closely. At this moment, his eyes were like the sharp claws of an eagle. He wanted to grab everyone and take a look at their brains!
After being glanced at by him, everyone felt a chill running down their spines and trembled subconsciously for a moment.
"——I don't care whether the savior uses his mouth or his feet, but Gryffindor wins."
"We Slytherin lost. 170:60. I just feel a great shame."
"And you, Flint, your tactics..."
When he said this, his lips curled up, as if he let out a chuckle, but no one present would think that he was happy or appreciative——
"I don't care how dirty your tactics are."
"But you are so dirty and you haven't won yet. Maybe you are empty-handed and there is no such thing as tactics in your troll-like mind."
"If this continues, in the next Quidditch match, you might as well knock all your opponents to the ground with your stiff limbs before taking the field - maybe you can get a good look from me."
After he said that, he stood up and strode towards the door.
The black robe is billowing, and only the green Slytherin snake emblem on the chest is intertwined with gold and silver.
There was silence in the lounge, and no one even dared to breathe. After a while, all the players returned to their dormitories dejectedly like stiff wood.
Including Flint.
Only Lin An looked at the back of Hollens who had long since disappeared, with a burning light in his eyes at this moment.
She said softly: "He has so much aura."
He is the number one person in Slytherin now.
She wants to do it too.
Draco on the side also nodded subconsciously.
Then he reacted and looked at Lin An subconsciously:
"Aren't you angry?"
"What?"
Draco raised his chin and pointed forward: "Flint almost knocked Harry off."
"Snape taught him how to use spells..."
Obviously, Draco also saw the actions at the teacher's desk.
"angry?"
Lin An's smile was cold, but his voice was gentle: "Such dirty tactics are really despising. The reputation that Slytherin finally regained has been ruined once again."
"However, he didn't win anyway. I hope the next captain has some morals and brains - if you really can't have both, it would be good to have one."
"besides……"
Facing Draco, Lin An rarely revealed something that shouldn't be said: "You don't have to be very confident in our dean, but you don't have to be so unsure either - Draco, don't ignore the details."
My throat is basically healed, but I have a headache one day.
