Flint's unconvinced shouting came to an abrupt end.

At this moment, all the members of the Slytherin team fell silent, but as more and more students poured into the lounge, he still gritted his teeth as the captain and said:

"You can't blame us for the loss. It's obviously the referee's partiality, a famous savior, even with his mouth—"

His words faded into Hollens' eyes.

In the lounge, Jem Hollens looked like a particularly gloomy sea storm brewing in his originally gentle eyes like the blue sea, and the whole person was like frost, raising his head and staring coldly at the group of people in front of him.

His tone was still unhurried, not even louder than usual:

"So, you're proud to lose, aren't you? It's worth yelling at you, and the towers of Gryffindor can hear your unwilling cry as a weakling."

Flint's tall body shrank subconsciously.

"And," Holens stared at the group intensely, and at this moment, his eyes were like the claws of a falcon, eager to grab everyone and take a look!

was glanced at by him, and everyone shuddered for a moment.

"—I don't care if the savior uses his mouth or his feet, but Gryffindor wins."

"We Slytherins lost. 170:60, I feel nothing but great shame."

"And you. Flint, you tactical ......."

When he said this, his lips hooked, and he seemed to let out a chuckle, but no one present thought him was happy or appreciative—

"I don't care how dirty your tactics are."

"But it's dirty, you haven't won yet, maybe you don't have tactics in your empty, troll-like mind."

"If this continues, the next time you play Quidditch, you might as well knock all your opponents to the ground with your stiff limbs before you go on the pitch - maybe it will give me a look at it."

With that, he stood up and strode out the door.

The black robe tumbled, and only the green Slytherin insignia on his chest intertwined with gold and silver brilliance.

There was silence in the lounge, and everyone didn't even dare to get out. After a long while, all the players returned to their dormitories like stiff logs.

Including Flint.

Only Lin An looked at the back of Holens, who was long gone, and there was a burning light in his eyes at this moment.

She whispered, "He's so imposing."

He was the first person in Slytherin today.

She wants to do it too.

Draco on the side also nodded subconsciously.

Then he reacted, and subconsciously looked at Lin An:

"Aren't you angry?"

"What?"

Draco lifted his chin and pointed forward, "Flint almost knocked Harry off."

"Snape taught him to use spells......"

Apparently, Draco had seen the action in the teacher's chair as well.

"Angry?"

Lin An's smile was cold, but his voice was gentle: "Playing such dirty tactics is indeed despised, and the reputation that Slytherin has managed to get back is terrible again."

"However, he didn't win anyway, and I hope the next captain has some morals and brains - if he can't have both, even one of them would be good."

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"And ......"

Facing Draco, Lin An rarely confided that he shouldn't have said, "You don't have to be very confident in our dean, but you don't have to be so unconfident - Draco, don't ignore the details."