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Chapter 102 Show us what you've got, Slack!
Chapter 102 Show us what you've got, Slack! (Second Update)
The petrification spell sometimes doesn't rely on the help of a wand.
Malfoy is now perfectly petrified.
He could hardly believe his ears, and even instinctively held his breath.
Really, you can't blame him.
This is utterly absurd, like Voldemort suddenly deciding to become the Quidditch star of Slytherin.
Who can accept this?
"Lord Orochimaru—are you alright?"
Malfoy immediately became concerned about Orochimaru's mental state, fearing that his chosen follower might be experiencing a change in mentality.
Orochimaru's eyes remained calm as he pondered his plan and checked for any oversights.
"I only need to fight one match," Orochimaru said softly, "the one against Harry Potter."
"But Porter isn't Gryffindor's Seeker yet." Malfoy was taken aback. "You want him to become the Seeker?"
"Kimimaro, in this world, the more you want to succeed, the more people will oppose you," Orochimaru said casually. "Sometimes, doing the opposite can be quite effective."
"Once I become Slytherin's Seeker, you go to the First Years' office and spread the word that Harry must never become Gryffindor's Seeker."
Malfoy was taken aback by what he heard; he didn't know if this would work.
But seeing Orochimaru's confident expression, she didn't know how to refute him.
And ultimately, there's still a major problem.
"Lord Orochimaru, do you... know how to play Quidditch?"
Malfoy wasn't skeptical, but he had never seen Lord Orochimaru ride a flying broomstick or catch the Golden Thief.
This is different from using a wand.
Quidditch, on the other hand, tests a wizard's physical abilities, especially the Seeker, and places the most demanding requirements on the wizard's dynamic vision and reaction time.
Even in stadiums with thousands of people, while searching for the tiny golden thief, they also had to overcome psychological tension and the noisy, battlefield-like environment.
Are Lord Orochimaru capable of doing these things?
Malfoy was suspicious, but dared not actually ask. He could only subconsciously frown, thinking about the Slytherin Quidditch team's upcoming practice schedule.
"Lord Orochimaru, the team's first training camp is this Monday afternoon. Would you like to give it a try?"
"certainly."
Orochimaru said calmly, yet with a hint of curiosity about the worry on Malfoy's face.
"You don't seem to believe I can be a good Seeker?"
It's not that I don't believe it, it's just that it's really hard to imagine.
Malfoy thought to himself, almost unconsciously.
Not only did Malfoy not believe that Orochimaru could become an excellent Seeker, but even the first-year Slytherin students who had pledged allegiance to him were alarmed upon hearing the news.
Although no one has said it outright, everyone already sees Orochimaru as the next Voldemort.
Even if he didn't have Voldemort's magical abilities, just by looking at his skills and demeanor, one could tell that a new group would be born behind him.
but----
Why would such a promising wizard want to play Quidditch and become the Seeker?
Everyone was curious, but no one dared to ask, not even siblings.
"So, you have absolutely no idea why Slack Anguilloch would go and play Quidditch, and specifically as the Seeker?"
Apollo Gringnas, the elder brother, looked at his sister Daphne Gringnas and asked in a deep voice.
"I don't know, brother."
Daphne sighed softly as she finished speaking, feeling somewhat aggrieved.
"I'm completely out of the loop in the group. There are only two people who really know what Slack is thinking."
"Besides Malfoy, who else?" Apollo Greenagnas asked curiously.
"Theodore Nott, that nerd, that sinister, snake-like man," Daphne said with discontent. "He's like Slack's strategist, giving him advice all the time and keeping an eye on us first-years."
Just like Daphne said.
Orochimaru's organization is not yet perfect, but it is already taking shape.
Malfoy was his second-in-command, responsible for temporarily overseeing matters and issuing orders to Orochimaru when he was away.
This is not a difficult task; everyone will give the Malfoys some face.
Theodore Nott was one of the first junior wizards to join Orochimaru's ranks. Although he did not come from a distinguished background, his judgment had already been recognized by many.
Not to mention————
No one was worried that the wizard from the Malfoy family was a narrow-minded pureblood, but everyone was worried that Theodore Nott, whose birth was not noble enough, was a bastard who would seek revenge at the first opportunity.
Therefore, even though Orochimaru did not explicitly grant him the right to supervise, the first-year wizards were somewhat afraid of him.
"Is that including you, Daphne?" Apollo asked curiously, looking at his usually haughty sister.
She didn't seem like someone who would be afraid of young wizards of the same age.
"I just don't want to lose face in front of Slack Anguill." Daphne glanced at her brother and said unhappily, "The most important thing right now is that Slack Anguill wants to play Quidditch."
"Oh? Is there a problem?" Apollo asked curiously.
Daphne, the younger sister, circled around her brother and snorted irritably.
"Brother, has your brain rusted from being the head of the ceremony group for too long?"
Daphne squinted and said regretfully, "Or have you forgotten who the Slytherin Quidditch team captain's brother is?"
The team captain's name is Marcus Flint.
He is William Flint's brother, and the brother of the leader of the Cursed Group.
in other words----
"After absorbing the entire first-year class, is Slack Anguis going to side with the Cursed Group?"
Apollo Gringnas belatedly remarked.
Daphne blushed with anger when she heard her brother say that.
Only then did Albert Greennath burst into laughter. He was doing it on purpose.
He enjoys seeing his younger sister anxious.
"Don't be impatient. I may not have had as much close contact with Slack Anguis as you have, but I always feel that I know him better than you do."
"What do you know about him?"
Daphne asked anxiously, her eyes filled with a hint of urgency and a desire to prove herself.
She didn't think she would lose to her brother.
But that's just how things are.
"Men's desire for power is inexhaustible, just as women crave excellent husbands." Apollo winked at his sister Daphne. "Having won over the entire first-year Slytherin, he would never willingly bow down to the upperclassmen."
"So even though you're not sure what Slack will do, you can guess that the Cursed Squad will definitely suffer?"
Daphne's eyes immediately lit up.
She was hoping that Slack would lead them, the first-years, to beat up all three groups—except the ritual group—and give them a thorough beating.
Elegant, powerful, and authoritative.
This is the most charming Slytherin, and her ideal husband.
Thinking about this, Daphne looked forward to Slack going to the Quidditch stadium and joining the team even more.
That would be very charming.
"I want to go and see, brother," Daphne whispered, "just to check on the Cursed Group."
"Yes, my queen."
Apollo stood up, smiled, and bowed.
The same scenario also occurred in another group.
Aldik, who had long been prepared to withdraw from worldly affairs and focus solely on preparing for his exams, sought out his most trusted advisor, Yena Yaxley.
"I don't want to deal with the Poison Group anymore. As for what tricks Slack Anguis is trying to pull with the Curse Group, just take me there and see."
Eldick solemnly examined the potion that was being brewed.
"I need to focus my attention on potions, understand?"
Yena Yaxley nodded and closed the door.
She was also curious as to why Slack Anguill was suddenly interested in Quidditch. Was this precocious little brother finally starting to play games that his peers wanted to play?
As for what the outcome will be, the entire Slytherin is very curious.
Only one person remained calm.
On Monday afternoon, Orochimaru went to the Quidditch stadium as if on a picnic.
Behind him followed a dense crowd of Slytherin first-year students, while on the pitch, the entire Cursed Group and the Quidditch team had been waiting for quite some time.
"I don't know how you persuaded Professor Snape to agree to let our college team hold a selection process just for you."
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As the captain of the Quidditch team, Marcus Flint looked at Orochimaru seriously: "But don't think that Quidditch and magic can be related. It's a sport that requires balance and control, and superb dynamic vision."
"This isn't a problem you think you can solve by waving your wand."
"You must be as skilled as a warrior to stand on the Quidditch pitch and represent the school."
Marcus Flint said defiantly, "Show us what you're capable of, Mr. Anguiz."
As soon as Marcus finished speaking, all the Slytherin students turned to look at Orochimaru.
This time, it wasn't just first-year students; even older students came to watch the spectacle, making the pressure far greater than before.
Malfoy even found this situation more nerve-wracking than having to stand on the Quidditch pitch himself.
Before Orochimaru could even speak, Snape drifted over from afar like a dark cloud.
He is now indeed following Dumbledore's instructions, staying close to Orochimaru and keeping a close eye on this student.
"Let's begin. Let me see just how good you are at Quidditch," Snape said slowly.
But when Snape saw the Golden Snitch that had been released, an undisguised look of disgust appeared on his face.
"Especially when you're a seeker."