Hogwarts: I Became the Third Dark Lord.

"You think you can outdo us Slytherins? Dream on! Don't think you Hufflepuffs are so great just because you beat us once! This weekend at Quidditch, I'll show you what Slytherins are all about!"

Hearing Marcus Flint's provocation, Green nonchalantly replied:

"That really scared me! How about we make a bet?"

Upon hearing Greene mention a bet, Marcus Flint's face stiffened. The guy Slytherin had bet with Greene was none other than the former Slytherin prefect! And the consequence was that he became the former prefect.

Marcus Flint instinctively took a step back, then quickly said:

"I can't be bothered to say anything more to you. See you at the Quidditch pitch tomorrow!"

After saying that, Marcus Flint turned and left in a panic.

Seeing Marcus Flint turn and leave without a word, Green raised his head and said:

"That kid's smart, he's fast! Wentworth, I know you brought back a brand new concept Fireball from the Quidditch World Cup final. Putting everything else aside, just that flying broomstick gives you a huge edge over Slytherin! We'll see what you do tomorrow!"

After saying that, Green patted Wentworth heavily on the shoulder as encouragement.

But Wentworth responded expressionlessly:

"Senior Green, you're too quick to pat me on the shoulder! You'd better not put all your hopes on me!"

Upon hearing Wentworth's words, both Green and Cedric looked surprised. Cedric quickly said:

"Wentworth, what's wrong? Is your flying broom missing?"

Wentworth shook his head, but before Cedric and Green could breathe a sigh of relief, Wentworth continued:

"I plan to give that flying broom as a Christmas present someday; I don't intend to use it myself!"

Upon hearing Wentworth's answer, Cedric asked with a mixture of anticipation and excitement:

"Is this a gift for me? Isn't this too expensive?"

Wentworth looked at Cedric and chuckled twice, shattering Cedric's illusions.

Meanwhile, Green, standing to the side, repeatedly patted his chest, looking visibly shaken, and kept saying:

"Thank goodness, thank goodness Marcus didn't agree to the bet! By the way, Wentworth, what did you just say?"

Wentworth, somewhat puzzled by Green's question, replied:

"As I just said, I plan to give that flying broom as a Christmas present someday; I don't intend to use it myself!"

Green shook his head and said:

"That's not what I meant, I meant the previous sentence!"

Wentworth paused to think for a moment, then tentatively said:

"I'm telling you, Senior Green, you're too quick to pat me on the shoulder! You'd better not put all your hopes on me!"

After hearing Wentworth finish speaking, Green patted Wentworth on the shoulder again, and then said earnestly:

"Wentworth, you're overthinking it. As your senior, prefect, and captain, why would I place all my hopes on you? I patted you on the shoulder to tell you to take the blame properly!"

Wentworth and Cedric: ...

While the three were still laughing and joking in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, Marcus Flint, who had left the Great Hall earlier, returned to his dormitory and then furtively took a package out of his locker.

Upon opening the package, one would find a letter and a bottle filled with medicine.

Marcus Flint looked at the potion in front of him, his breathing became heavier, and his face flushed slightly.

But at this moment, Marcus Flint appeared unusually excited.

Marcus Flint stood in the empty dorm room, holding the vial of medicine, and said confidently:

"I will definitely be the winner in this weekend's competition! I'll show you who the best student at Hogwarts really is!"

If Wentworth were here, he might recognize that the potion Marcus Flint was holding looked exactly like the Felix Felicis that Snape had given him.

Chapter 104 The First Quidditch Match

Then, Marcus Flint picked up the letter from the package, glanced at it quickly, and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

Just then, the sound of Slytherin students playing around came from the corridor. These sounds seemed to startle Marcus Flint, who quickly put away the potion, folded the letter a few times, and put it back in his locker.

But a corner of the carelessly folded letter was slightly visible, and a name was written on it—Wentworth!

This weekend, the first Quidditch match of the new school year, eagerly anticipated by countless Hogwarts students, is about to begin.

The first match of the year was between Hufflepuff and Slytherin.

For this match, Wentworth and Cedric specifically asked Lupin for a day off, and Lupin even joked that it felt like a stack of Galleons had flown right before his eyes.

Even before the match started, the stands at Hogwarts Quidditch Stadium were already packed with Hufflepuff and Slytherin students, each holding up various banners and waving their respective house scarves, cheering for their home.

Although the players from both houses had not yet entered the arena, the audience from Badger House and Slytherin House were already cheering enthusiastically from the stands.

Meanwhile, both teams' players were still in their respective rest rooms making their final preparations.

Green, sitting upright in Hufflepuff's common room, looking every bit the older brother, said to Wentworth sitting beside him:

"Wentworth, remember this: the most important thing in the first match is not to be nervous! You only have one goal, and that is that little golden snitch! Leave the rest to your seniors!"

Wentworth glanced at Green, who was sitting next to him and talking boastfully, and said with a hint of helplessness:

"Senior Green, when you tell me not to be nervous, could you please stop your own legs from shaking? I wasn't nervous at first, but now you're making me nervous instead."

Green waved his hand dismissively, then said nonchalantly:

"Wentworth, don't worry about such details!"

Meanwhile, Hufflepuff's goalkeeper chuckled and said:

"This is an old problem for Senior Green. Ever since before his first Quidditch match, his legs have been shaking nonstop. Over the years, leg shaking has become a habit for him!"

Upon hearing the goalkeeper's words, Green turned around and flicked him on the head. The Hufflepuff goalkeeper wasn't angry; instead, he laughed and ran away.

Then, Green's smile faded, and he looked at Wentworth with a serious expression. Only after Wentworth felt a little uneasy under his gaze did Green speak:

"Alright Wentworth, that was a joke, but now I'm going to teach you the first ironclad rule of Quidditch, and you must remember it!"

Seeing Green's unusually serious expression, Wentworth immediately sat up straight and adopted a posture of attentive listening.

Seeing Wentworth's serious expression, Green nodded with satisfaction before speaking:

"Wentworth, remember this: on the Quidditch pitch, never forget one thing, and that is to protect yourself!"

"Nobody wants their team to lose, and neither do we Hufflepuffs. But what sets us Hufflepuffs apart from other colleges is that we especially don't want anyone to get injured! Do you understand?"

"When you step onto the Quidditch pitch, the shouts from the crowd will get your blood pumping, but at that moment, you need to stay calm! Remember, you must learn to protect yourself!"

Hearing Green's earnest advice, Wentworth nodded heavily and agreed.

Just then, Mrs. Hodge's voice came from the doorway of the Hufflepuff lounge:

"Guys, it's time to get ready to go on stage! Don't keep our audience waiting too long!"

Hearing Mrs. Hodge's urging, Green was the first to stand up and then extended his right hand. Subsequently, all the Hufflepuff players, including Wentworth, gathered around Green and placed their hands on his hand one by one.

Hufflepuff!

The sound echoed throughout Hufflepuff's lounge.

Meanwhile, in the Slytherin common room, everyone was also being urged by Madam Hooch.

Then, everyone picked up their flying brooms and walked off the field one by one.

But this time, Marcus Flint, who usually walks at the front of the group, was unusually left behind.

"Marcus, what are you doing? Hurry up!"

A member of the Slytherin Quidditch team urged them on from ahead.

"Coming right away, let me tie my shoelaces!"

Marcus Flint, head down and pretending to tie his shoelaces, noticed that the other Slytherin members had already left the Slytherin common room. He quickly opened his locker and took out the potion from his satchel.

When Marcus Flint took out the bottle of medicine, his breathing became heavier again, but without thinking, Marcus Flint opened the bottle and drank the medicine in one gulp.

Marcus Flint, after drinking the potion, was immediately radiant and felt incredibly healthy!

Just then, his teammates' urging voices came from the doorway again.

"They're here! I'm going out to smash Hufflepuff right now!"

Marcus Flint responded confidently.

Then, the Hufflepuff and Slytherin Quidditch players, led by Mrs. Hodge, lined up and entered the Quidditch pitch one by one.

As their respective team members stepped forward, the audience from both academies erupted in even more enthusiastic cheers than before.

"We've already won at least one thing!"

Green said to Wentworth behind him without turning his head.

"what?"

Wentworth asked curiously.

"Our cheerleading squad's cheers were louder than theirs!"

Green spoke with absolute certainty!

Before the match, the players from both sides shook hands as usual. Although everyone looked at each other with undisguised hostility, they still shook hands with each other.

Just as Marcus Flint and Wentworth's hands touched, Marcus Flint unconsciously tightened his grip on Wentworth's hand.

"hiss!"

Caught completely off guard, Wentworth gasped, but gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound.

But Green clearly heard Wentworth's gasp, and when he turned around and saw their hands clasped together, he immediately realized what had happened.

Green, who always seemed so lazy, suddenly shoved Marcus Flint's shoulders with both hands.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Hey, what do you want?"

"That's what I'm asking you!"