Chapter 192 No way, doesn't the Slytherin team have Firebolts yet?
Tom struggled to squeeze out of the crowd and came to Hermione's table. At this time, she was putting piles of textbooks, arithmetic divination charts, rune dictionaries and other things piled on the table into her schoolbag.
"I have completed the final inspection," Hermione put away a dense note. "That quill is very easy to use. It saves a lot of effort just by not having to dip it in ink."
"Thank you, there's no need to do this." Tom helped Hermione clear the table. He felt a little guilty because Hermione also cleared away his share.
"Striving for excellence." Hermione didn't seem to care at all.
"I lent the broom to Qiu Zhang so that I wouldn't have to attend the team's games."
"Oh?" Hermione raised her eyebrows.
"This way, I can concentrate on my studies and homework in the second half of the semester." Tom said without confidence.
"I believe it." Hermione's expression said it all. She stuffed everything into her schoolbag, hugged it and left.
When Tom came to the auditorium the next day, he noticed that the atmosphere seemed a little strange: the students from the other three houses seemed to be staring at him, until Harry came in and attracted some of his attention.
When Tom finished his meal and was about to leave the auditorium, Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team, stood in front of him with his arms folded, and several other Slytherin team members followed him.
Tom was surrounded.
"Yordle, I heard you have a Firebolt?" Marcus said carelessly: "A broom like the Firebolt should belong to the sky and the arena, and should not be stuffed in a corner to collect dust. Mine
It means, since you don’t plan on riding it, why not lend us the broom to Slytherin.”
Tom once thought that there was something wrong with Marcus's brain. Is this allowed to be said in public? And why should I lend you the broom? Why do you look like a troll?
"Of course, I won't lend you your broom for nothing." Marcus is not that stupid. He knows that this kind of thing still requires a sufficient price and sincerity, "We are willing to exchange Nimbus 2001, and at the same time, you also
How do you feel about being paid a handsome sum of money—fifty galleons for one semester?"
In Marcus' view, he has shown great sincerity: Nimbus 2001 is a broom that is only inferior to Firebolt, and fifty Galleons is a huge sum of money. With this money, Tom will next
You don’t have to worry about book fees for a few years—unless there’s another Lockhart-like professor.
To show his sincerity, he also took out a leather bag from his arms, which was filled with jingling gold galleons.
"Sorry, I have decided to lend the broom to the Seeker of our academy. I am not short of money." Tom shook his head.
Marcus' face suddenly turned ugly, "I think you should think about it carefully——"
Before he could finish his cruel words, Tom suddenly knocked away Montague next to him. Montague was caught off guard and staggered by Tom, which also caused a gap in the net surrounding Tom. Tom
He squeezed directly through the gap and pulled out the wand at the same time.
"My broom, I have the right to decide who to give it to." Tom said calmly, and at the same time he put the wand against Marcus's throat, who wanted to come closer.
"Didn't your parents teach you to keep social distance?" A few blue sparks popped out from the tip of Tom's stick, igniting the stubble on Marcus' chin, and there was a burning smell.
Son.
"You!" Marcus swallowed and wanted to say something more, but was interrupted again.
"Marcus, if you don't hurry up and train, why are you stuck here?" Wood's voice came from behind Marcus. He brought Fred and George closer.
Seeing someone coming, Tom also lowered his wand, but he did not put it away, but maintained the state of being able to raise his hand to cast a spell at any time.
The three people approaching did not see Tom's little move because of Marcus's shield. Fred shouted to George: "No way? Doesn't the Slytherin team have Firebolts yet? Doesn't the Slytherin team call themselves
Are you a rich man? Why don’t you even have a Firebolt?"
Although he was speaking to George, anyone not stupid would understand who he was addressing.
Marcus' breathing became rapid all of a sudden. Fred's words stung his sore feet, and a rush of hot blood rushed into his brain.
At this time, Wood also answered: "I don't want to hide anything. Harry from our team got a Firebolt. It is said that Ravenclaw also got one... If I were you, I would increase training."
Just keep it in check so you don't get beaten until you cry on the pitch - especially your team's Seeker, he really needs more practice."
Marcus feels that it is difficult to control his emotions. Even if he attacks now, there is a high probability that he will receive a curse with his face, but Marcus doesn't care about this. He would rather take a curse to this group of people.
He needs a lesson. Just when he was about to lose control, he saw Richie from the Ravenclaw team approaching with several team members.
This was undoubtedly a great cooling agent, and he calmed down immediately.
"Humph. I won't bother you to worry about our team's training." He bypassed Tom and left quickly.
"You have to get closer to your players." Wood said to Ridge with a smile. When Wood walked in, he stretched out his fist and bumped fists with Wood.
"What did Marcus want to do with you just now?" Richie looked at Tom with concern.
Tom shrugged his shoulders and told Richie what Marcus was planning.
"Despicable!" Richie cursed angrily after hearing this, "But don't worry, our college is not vegetarian!" After scolding, he did not forget to comfort Tom.
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"Malfoy, can you really not get a Firebolt?" After walking away, Marcus asked Malfoy who followed him. He had chatted with Malfoy in the morning and knew that Malfoy's father was interested in buying a broom.
Queque. That's why he came up with Tom's idea. After hitting a wall with Tom just now, Marcus felt that Draco had a lot of potential here: The Malfoy family is so rich, it shouldn't be difficult to add some money to buy a Firebolt, right?
Malfoy took a deep breath, "I just talked to my father before and got seven Nimbus 2001."
What he meant was that he had already asked for it once, and there was almost no chance of success if he asked for the Firebolt again. Although his father loved him, he did not dote on him endlessly.
However, the thought of that Potter having a better broom than himself really made Malfoy very unhappy.
"I will send a letter to Dad, but don't have too high expectations." Malfoy said with a cold face.
"Great, I'm waiting for your good news."
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And finally, a little bit about Millicent Bagnall.