Chapter 110: Unyielding Will
When the outcome of a match comes down to the Seeker, Slytherin's advantage with their seven superior brooms becomes much less decisive. A Seeker duel isn't about Nimbus 2001 vs. Nimbus 2001—most Seekers from other houses use brooms comparable to the Nimbus 2000. Even if they aren't as good as Slytherin's, the gap isn't overwhelming.
Without the broom advantage dominating the game, players from the other houses regain confidence in their Seekers. If they lose, they can accept it as a matter of skill—not equipment.
Realizing this, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff players felt encouraged. Some even began discussing spreading the news to teammates who weren't present.
Flint rolled his eyes, looking slightly uneasy. He hadn't expected Wood to come up with a strategy that directly limited their advantage. As captain of a powerhouse like Slytherin, Flint wasn't incompetent. Back when they obtained the Nimbus 2001 brooms and dominated match after match, he had devised the so-called "broom strategy" to maximize their advantage.
But now, he hadn't anticipated that Gryffindor's "fool" would actually find a way to counter it. This tactic could significantly weaken what once seemed like an unbeatable edge.
Flint sneered, speaking both softly and loudly:
"I thought your method might be decent—but it's just a turtle tactic. Carry a heavy shell on your back and hide in your hole. It fits your abilities and image quite well."
"Hahaha! Crawl back into your hole! Even turtles think they can win?" the Slytherin players mocked arrogantly.
The Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff players clenched their fists.
This tactic was designed specifically to counter Slytherin's broom advantage. It relied on teamwork and willpower—it was the best possible response. But in Slytherin's eyes, it looked cowardly.
Avoid direct confrontation. Don't compete in speed or agility. Focus purely on defense.
Yes—it would turn the match into a slow, probing struggle, with both sides testing each other until the Seekers made their final move. Not exactly an exciting spectacle.
But it was effective.
Wood had spent so long developing this strategy—there was no way he hadn't prepared for ridicule.
"Hahaha!" he laughed strangely. "Looks like even Slytherin's so-called 'broom tacticians' are starting to fear our strategy."
"The broom strategy is a good one," Wood admitted. "Faster, more agile, more durable—I'd bet no other tactic can match it."
His tone softened for a moment, even showing a hint of admiration.
The Slytherin players were stunned.
Flint's expression darkened. He had already guessed Wood's intent—praise them first, then let them fall harder if they lost. Naive.
We are Slytherin.Our only goal is victory.We have no rivals.
Wood's voice suddenly sharpened:
"But I'll show you that Quidditch is more than just riding brooms! No matter how powerful or 'invincible' your broom strategy is—we will make you taste the bitterest defeat!"
He raised both hands and shouted:
"A broom strategy will never defeat true Quidditch players! It can't overcome a player's fearless will! If you think you can crush us with your brooms—then we'll drag you into the mud, nullify your advantage, and show you what real Quidditch looks like!"
"OOOHHHH—!!!"
His words ignited something.
Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff—three houses with a shared enemy—erupted in cheers.
Everyone understood this much:
Losing in fair competition? Fine.But losing because of equipment advantage? Unacceptable.
If Slytherin wanted to dominate with superior brooms—then they would drag them into a battle of willpower and grind their advantage into nothing.
Flint frowned, clearly annoyed.
This wasn't just one "turtle" anymore—it was three.
He had wanted a crushing victory, a clean domination. Beating three defensive teams wasn't impressive—it was tedious.
The Slytherin players also realized this.
For a moment, amidst the roaring cheers of the three houses, Slytherin fell silent.
Seeing that silence, the other houses only grew louder, their morale surging.
Flint snorted:
"Even if you really grow a shell in the match, you still won't escape defeat."
He wasn't someone easily intimidated. In the end, victory still depended on strength.
"Let's hope your shells can at least soften the blow of your loss."
Realizing he could no longer gain anything from this exchange, Flint turned decisively and led his team away.
Back in the Slytherin locker room, Flint didn't forget to rally his team:
"Our opponents have gone from fools to turtles. That's not a good sign."
The Slytherin players chuckled among themselves.
"A turtle is still a turtle. No matter how hard it bites, it's still just a turtle."
Over the past few days, they had trained extensively with their new brooms. Now that their opponents had finally found a way to counter them—even if imperfect—it wasn't entirely ineffective.
Flint raised his hand for silence.
"To be fair… they're not completely stupid. This 'turtle tactic' can limit our advantage."
In front of enemies, it was all trash talk.But here, discussing real strategy—Flint acknowledged the truth immediately.
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