Life was not easy for the Flint family. The same goes for the Knott family. Although they are not short of money, they don't have much spare money either.
Therefore, both Flint and Nott, although they both have the idea of changing equipment for the college team, they do not have the spare money...
Thinking this, Luke looked at Malfoy, who was following Flint like a follower.
The Malfoy family can become the leaders of this generation of nobles. Apart from the fact that the three other families such as Gunter have disappeared, the most important thing is that they have money and know how to make money.
Although the method is not very clever, you can still make money after all.
Of course, it doesn't mean that everyone can't afford to replace equipment, it just means that they don't feel the need to waste this huge expense.
You know, in the original book, even Professor McGonagall only gave Harry a new broom, although it was because of Harry's identity. But the price of Nimbus 2000 is also an important reason.
These things can be considered luxuries.
Not to mention the Firebolt that Harry got from Sirius later. That thing is no different from a sports car in the Muggle world. They are not something that ordinary people can afford.
The only ones that can be installed on a large scale are those professional Quidditch teams.
Even some professional Quidditch teams don't necessarily have many. Because the output of one Firebolt is very low, let alone the subsequent Supreme Firebolt.
Luke checked the price of Nimbus 2000. I have to say that it is indeed expensive, but it is not unacceptably expensive. Of course this is for Luke.
No one can tell how many people are watching, how many thoughts, and how many plans are involved in today's training match. Everyone has their own position.
When Gemma heard Luke's words, she knew that there must be something missing in her thinking yesterday. But she's not upset, after all, it's impossible for a human being to cover everything. Just like when ancient peasants were asked to think of emperors, they could only think of golden hoes and eating scallion pancakes one by one.
Gemma admits that she doesn't know the lives of the nobles, let alone their real situation.
So there are some things that you inevitably have to learn slowly.
"here we go."
Taylor spoke abruptly.
But the people at the training ground did not move. Gemma was a little confused, but before she could say anything, Flint over there blew the whistle. Some of the students who heard the whistle returned to the stands on their broomsticks with regrets on their faces. They looked at the court not far away with dismay, where their friends were gearing up for a big fight.
Some looked nervous. They were sure that the opponent was very strong and a very difficult opponent to deal with. In this competition, there may not be any replacement between old and new players.
There is another person who is just playing ball quietly, with a radius of 5 meters around him, and no one is approaching.
After all, Slytherin's Quidditch team is based on merit, with the capable being promoted and the mediocre being demoted. This is also the place where Slytherin cares about blood the least.
"Nott, let's each lead a team."
Flint had a ferocious smile on his face, and coupled with his burly figure, he looked like a monster.
Nott glanced at him sideways and smiled coldly: "Okay, 'Captain'."
He emphasized the word 'captain', without any respect, and with a hint of suspicion and sarcasm. Flint was not annoyed and just sneered in return.
A coin was tossed, giving Flint the right to choose first. He scanned the crowd and saw the repulsive or eager looks in the team members' eyes. Finally, he met a pair of eyes filled with pride and expectation.
"Draco, come with me."
Flint took the lead and asked the rookie Malfoy to leave.
Malfoy was naturally overjoyed, while Flint looked as if he had eaten a fly. He had no better way.
Malfoy had a proud smile on his face, but quickly restrained it, and controlled the broom with a serious look on his face, flying to Marcus' side.
"I knew you would keep your promise, Captain."
Malfoy whispered from Flint's side. Flint was too lazy to pay attention to him and just watched Nott's choice in silence.
He chose the useless Malfoy because he promised Malfoy that he would help him as long as he could call Luke here. Of course, there was also a factor in his father's letter asking him to make good friends with the young master of the Malfoy family.
But now everything is too much. It's just a competition. It's not a formal match against that bastard Wood. He doesn’t value winning or losing that much.
It would be better to say that it would be better to lose. Teach the idiot behind you a lesson: don’t think of yourself as a genius all day long.
Anyone who can enter the school team is not a talented boy. What Malfoy showed on the training ground was much worse than himself at the same time.
Nott showed no sarcastic expression. He knew very well that the young master of the Malfoy family was supposed to spend his student life surrounded by everyone's adulation.
If Gunter hadn't come out of nowhere...
If he chose first, he would also choose Malfoy, because he needs the gratitude from the Malfoy family more than Flint.
He is about to graduate.
"Morton Leitch."
He spoke calmly and chose his first team member.
Morton Leitch, who had a fierce face, was startled for a moment, but then he showed a smile that could be called a 'ferocious' smile.
Flint felt something was wrong.
He had always been dissatisfied with the guy who had the same name as Gryffindor's new captain, Oliver Wood.
At first, he thought that everyone was the descendant of the Twenty-Eight Holy Families, and even if they couldn't get along well with each other, they wouldn't be hostile to each other. But after all, he underestimated the conflicts caused by their different personalities.
Compared to Flint, whose playing style is 'violent', Nott's style is more like the traditional Slytherin, calm and vicious. It is said that their grandfather’s generation played in this style.
This is also where Flint is most dissatisfied with Nott. Combining the style and skills passed down by his grandfather, coupled with his strong personal strength, it really makes him unfavorable in playing.
But now new technologies are emerging in endlessly, and tactical ideas are diverse. It is absolutely impossible to remain conservative for a long time.
This is why he is the captain, not Nott.
His first choice, Morton Leitch, was a different man than either of them.
He did not join the official team. He is very strong, but from the first grade until now in the seventh grade, he has only been a candidate for selection. In other words...senior sparring partner.
It's just that everyone rarely seeks him out as a sparring partner. He always practices there silently alone. It looks like he is indifferent to the world.
But really... it's just that no one wants to play with him.
After that, several people were selected until a team of seven people, a total of 14 people, were selected. The remaining candidates flew toward the stands with some regret and dejection.
You don't get recognition from others for what you like. This is undoubtedly quite painful.
Flint glanced at the team members he chose, and finally nodded with satisfaction. Although Malfoy was a hindrance, the overall match was still satisfactory to him.
Don’t think that choosing people is unlearned. There is often a tacit understanding between two people who have a good relationship. When selecting people, there are issues of how to split them up, how to combine them, and how to alleviate conflicts. These are all things a captain must consider.
He gave an answer that satisfied him.
Then he looked at Nott opposite. Nott's choice was also relatively reasonable, but when faced with his own design, he was obviously unable to do what he wanted, and the lineup was not as good as his own.
So Flint is quite proud.
But when he really saw the group of people surrounding Nott. He froze. Then you immediately looked at the group of people behind you. His face instantly turned ugly.
Nott's expression remained as usual, unchanged. Most of the team members behind him frowned and looked at Morton Leitch with vigilance and even hostility in their eyes.
Morton Leitch looked at the people around him and glared at Nott.
The audience in the stands felt the tense momentum. I was a little nervous and a little expectant for a while.
And Gemma's expression was not good. When she was choosing people from both sides, her face began to look ugly little by little.
"What does Oliver Knott plan to do? Just start a confrontation between the noble team and the common people team. Add Morton Leitch into the mix? Can't we just put him on the opposite side?"
Gemma looked puzzled. Morton Leitch was a guy from a normal pure-blood family, but he believed in the pure-blood theory to a crazy degree. Gemma had no doubt that if this guy had been born more than ten years earlier, he would have become a die-hard supporter of Voldemort.
Fanaticism for strength, fanaticism for power, fanaticism for bloodline.
He was simply a born Death Eater.
His attitude towards his mixed-race and mudblood classmates was harsh.
And now, Oliver Knott...
"To ensure that conflict will occur."
Luke spoke calmly.
Gemma and Tyler both looked at him. Luke took a deep look at Nott, and then looked at the unhappy-looking Morton Leitch.
"If Morton Leitch is on the opposite side, if Marcus really has the ability to restrain him, the plan will be ruined. You can't rely on the other party's cooperation when making plans."
"Putting him by his side and pairing him with such a bunch of teammates stirred up his emotions and ensured that even if conflicts didn't arise between their two teams, they would still arise within his own team. .The initiative lies in Nott's hands."
Luke yawned, shook his head and said: "It's just that the restrictions are a bit too big. Nott's interpersonal relationships in the Quidditch team have been damaged. If he hadn't been about to graduate, doing something like this would be a clear warning to You have to suffer for yourself.”
In fact, this kind of strategy is not very sophisticated, and Gemma was just stunned for a moment and did not react.
After being clicked by Luke, she also understood, and then took a deep look at Nott in the distance, who was already preparing for the game.
It seemed that she still underestimated this Oliver Knott.
At this time, the game had already begun on the court.
Seeing the person on the opposite side rushing towards them with the ball, Malfoy immediately wanted to push forward. But Flint stopped him with his hand.
"Your mission is to find the Golden Snitch."
After saying that, Flint rushed towards Knott who was holding the ball.
The speed is so fast and the momentum is so fierce, it feels like a ferocious beast fighting for its life.
Malfoy looked at his back and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. Then he began to look in all directions and listen in all directions, trying to find the Golden Snitch as soon as possible.
He saw Flint rushing towards him. Knott didn't panic at all, and passed the ball to another player very calmly, and he flew upward.
After the ball was passed out, Flint's goal naturally changed and he continued to rush forward directly in the direction of the opponent. At the same time, Flint's teammates began to block from the other direction.
And just when the person holding the ball was about to rise to avoid it, he saw the Bludger flying from a high place out of the corner of his eye.
Although the batter rushed over to hit the Bludger, his movement was still blocked.
He could only change direction quickly.
But Flint was waiting for him there, and his face, which was not very pretty, actually had the brilliance of a wise man at this time.
Just when the ball didn't know where to go, Knott appeared behind Marcus.
He was overjoyed and raised his hand to throw the ball out.
But as soon as he raised his hand, he felt the ball in his hand being knocked away.
As soon as he turned around, Flint's third chaser appeared somewhere.
Just as the ball was falling, Flint's second chaser dived down and chased the ball.
Knott glanced at his players in disappointment, then shouted, "Batters, stay focused! Don't let the Bludgers come!"
The batsman knew that this time the biggest problem still lay with himself. He could only respond loudly, then concentrate and go to defend with his friends.
The fight here was in full swing, but the people in the stands didn't feel any excitement.
Without him, although everyone is very busy.
But there were two people on the field who seemed like outsiders.
One is Malfoy, who is riding a broom and slowly looking for the shadow of the Golden Snitch. It's not that the Seeker can't participate in defensive or offensive tasks. But now when Malfoy gets the ball, he gives the opponent a chance to steal the ball.
His words were more like silence than movement.
The other one was the sixth chaser from both teams who did not appear in the previous battle.
Morton Leitch.
"You were by your side just now, but you didn't pass the ball to him?"
Taylor, a girl who didn't like Quidditch very much, couldn't help but frown. Although she didn't know much about Quidditch tactics. But it is obvious that leaving behind a main teammate is not something that can be explained by any combat strategy.
Luke didn't respond, but was stroking his chin and thinking.
Gemma shook her head helplessly.
"There's going to be a conflict."
