Chapter 111: Slytherin's Underhanded Tactics
"First of all, there's nothing to discuss—we're definitely going to win," Flint said confidently, without a hint of doubt. In fact, if Potter hadn't been lucky last year, Gryffindor would have suffered their eighth consecutive defeat.
"Last year, Potter got lucky and caught the Golden Snitch again and again—but this year, his luck won't hold," the Slytherin players said, equally confident in their strength.
They had trained hard for years, always aiming for victory. Whether in Quidditch matches or the House Cup, they were used to being champions.
"This year, we have an even greater advantage. Our goal isn't just to win—we're going to win beautifully," Flint said. As captain of a powerhouse like Slytherin, his ability was unquestionable.
With just a few words, he shifted everyone's focus—from simply winning or losing to how to win impressively. Instantly, the team's mindset changed. Instead of passively dealing with Gryffindor's "turtle tactic," they became proactive, aiming for a dominant and stylish victory.
The players' morale surged, and their thinking broadened.
"Turtles aren't without weaknesses," someone quickly pointed out. "Gryffindor has three female players. Their 'shells' clearly aren't that tough."
It was Terence Higgs, the former Slytherin Seeker. Rather than acting as a commander, he immediately identified a potential breakthrough—targeting Gryffindor's female players.
His suggestion sparked further ideas.
"The championship is decided by total points," chaser Adrian Pucey added. "If they rely on luck to catch a couple of Snitches, they might win—but dominating the match? That's just wishful thinking."
With players contributing ideas, Slytherin's strategy session quickly filled with all kinds of unconventional—even dubious—methods:
Placing metal plates inside their uniforms Casting spells on Bludgers Colliding into opponents during defense, then blaming it on their "slow movement"
Soon, the Slytherin players were fired up, even pulling out their wands and heading toward the pitch, eager for battle.
Flint watched their enthusiasm with satisfaction. He filtered out the more unreliable ideas, focusing on practical tactics:
Exploiting weaker players (especially the girls) Building a scoring advantage early Using controlled collisions effectively
With these methods, even against the turtle tactic, their victory would be inevitable.
As for whether these tactics were shameful—bullying, attacking classmates, twisting right and wrong—
That didn't matter.
To Slytherin, being called despicable by defeated opponents was the highest form of praise.
Just imagining the glory of victory made them even more excited.
"That's right—we are the true power of this school! We are the strongest team!" the Slytherin players shouted.
They didn't just want to win.They wanted a crushing, overwhelming, even dirty victory.
After all, if you weren't ruthless, what was the point?
"Even though Potter is a decent Seeker," Flint said, cooling things down slightly, "if we want to win beautifully—even shamelessly—we still need to work harder."
"Our goal is to win every match. That means every Golden Snitch must end up in our hands."
He turned to their new Seeker—Malfoy.
Malfoy didn't just bring the seven Nimbus 2001 brooms. He himself was an excellent flyer: calm-minded, agile, fast, and sharp.
"Of course. Potter won't be taking the Snitch from me," Malfoy said arrogantly.
He had already figured out Potter's strategy—and his source of confidence.
Earlier, Malfoy hadn't had the chance to question Potter directly, but it didn't matter. Everything was unfolding exactly as he expected.
Why had he bought seven Nimbus 2001 brooms?
Wasn't it to force other teams into a corner—leaving them no choice but to rely entirely on their Seeker?
Now Gryffindor had adopted the turtle tactic to counter their broom advantage. It reduced the gap—but an advantage was still an advantage. In the end, the match would still be decided by the Seekers.
And that was exactly what Malfoy wanted.
He wanted the outcome of the entire match to depend on him alone.
He was confident—in himself and in his broom.
Even if the other houses used defensive tactics, making the match ugly, it didn't matter.
Because in the end:
The winner gets all the glory The loser bears all the shame
"No matter how hard they try, they'll lose completely and cleanly," Malfoy said calmly.
He wasn't worried about losing to other Seekers. He had grown stronger, sharper, more composed. With superior instincts and the best broom, victory felt inevitable.
"The only thing worth considering," he thought, "is what Potter got from George."
He didn't fear Potter.He feared George.
Even without direct answers, Malfoy began piecing things together through logic and elimination.
"Gryffindor has chosen the turtle tactic. That rules out equipment and strategy…"
"So what is Potter relying on?"
Equipment? No.Strategy? Already accounted for.
That left only one possibility:
"Magic."
Malfoy had figured it out—the key to Potter's confidence lay in a spell.
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