On the empty playground, the Gryffindor and Slytherin houses stood facing each other, looking as if they were about to fight at any moment.
Among the Slytherins, a tall man with buck teeth and pointed ears stepped forward, staring coldly at Light.
"Good!"
Looking at the man in front of him, Light waved his wand lightly, undoing the spell that had sealed his mouth.
Marcus Flint, released from the spell, immediately roared in a rage, letting out all his anger in a thunderous voice.
"What do you mean by using Spells in public! We won't let you off easily."
"Do you want to compete with me in raising your voice?" With the help of Spells, Light's booming voice instantly gave the Slytherins standing right in front of him ringing ears.
After a long while, the Slytherins, recovering from the ringing in their ears, glared at Light even more angrily.
Marcus stared at Light furiously, gritted his teeth, and spat out a few words through them.
"What do you want?"
"Seems like you're not convinced and think you've been wronged." Light didn't answer him directly. Instead, he scanned the Slytherins with a half - smile. Before Marcus could say anything, he continued,
"I'm too lazy to reason with you. You don't deserve to listen!"
"Then what on earth do you want?"
Marcus, who had regained his composure, asked again, narrowing his eyes like a venomous snake and speaking coldly.
After seeing that all the Slytherins except Malfoy had calmed down, Light continued to rile them up with a smirk.
"I don't want anything special. You just piss me off. Is bullying others really that fun?"
"That's not how it is! She provoked us first!" Marcus retorted instantly, pointing the finger at Hermione.
"I..." Hermione was about to say something when Light stopped her.
"Come on! A bunch of you surrounded a girl with new brooms. What were you up to?"
Before Marcus could argue, Light cut straight to the point. "I don't want to tell you any high - sounding principles. You wouldn't listen anyway!"
"Alright, let's make a bet. The loser apologizes. Fair enough, right?"
Marcus's eyes grew even more menacing. He forced a sickly smile and replied, "Sure! I won't let you get away with this!"
"Humph! Won't let me get away with this."
Light couldn't help but scoff. He looked at Marcus, who was throwing around threats, and his expression suddenly turned solemn. He took out a large bag from his pocket.
"Are you daring enough to up the ante? I've got ten thousand Galleons here, and you've got seven Firebolt 2001s. Do you have the guts to take on the challenge?"
After saying that, Light raised his wand and undid the Spells on all the Slytherins.
This not only caused an uproar among the Slytherins but also made the Gryffindors stir. They started whispering to one another.
Seeing the Slytherins bickering and unable to come to an agreement, Light kept baiting them. "Or are you too poor to come up with the stakes?"
At this moment, Malfoy shouted with red eyes. His shrill and excited voice broke the deadlock in the Slytherin's argument. "I provided these brooms. I'm in!"
Meanwhile, with a clear leader, the students from Slytherin stopped their internal strife. Under the leadership of Marcus, they once again united against the outside.
"I agree to bet on the Firebolt 2001. I want to see if you really have Galleons in your hand!"
Pulling his eyes away from watching the show, Light didn't refuse. He opened the mouth of the bag with both hands. In the skeptical, eager, and longing gazes of everyone, he turned the bag upside down.
The shiny Galleons jingled as they scattered on the ground like raindrops.
Not only were the students from Gryffindor stunned, but also the wealthy kids from Slytherin were left speechless! Almost everyone was attracted by the gold coins on the ground.
After all, even if the parents of Slytherin students are rich, they wouldn't give their kids so much pocket money.
"Is that enough? Do you believe me now?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Light cast a spell to retrieve all the Galleons on the ground back into the bag.
No one replied to Light. Almost everyone was watching eagerly as the scattered gold coins flew back into the bag one by one.
After all the Galleons were retrieved, everyone's expressions changed when they looked at the bulging bag!
"We agree. What kind of bet do you want to make!" Marcus let out a long sigh and looked at Light with a complicated expression.
"What should we bet on?" Light mumbled as he shook the bag in his hand. There seemed to be a clinking sound of Galleons inside.
"How about betting on the upcoming Gryffindor vs Slytherin Quidditch match! If we win, we take it all, and vice versa!"
"Okay, but you can't use the Galleons you're betting to buy flying broomsticks!" Marcus wasn't carried away. Instead, he calmly made this requirement.
"No problem! Then I also hope that you won't deliberately damage the flying broomsticks at that time." Light also put forward his own condition.
Marcus quickly agreed and then led his people away in a hurry with a happy face, as if he was afraid that Light would make harsh conditions.
Watching the Slytherin students gradually walk away, Light couldn't help but let out an evil laugh:
"Heheh, betting against the protagonist's side and thinking you can win? You might as well dream on!"
"However, I'm spending my money so fast. The savings of a werewolf family of more than a dozen people, and I've spent most of it in one day. Could it be that I have some 'spendthrift' attribute?"
Thinking of this, Light suddenly felt a bit unhappy.
"Light, isn't this bet too big!" Harry Potter pulled Light aside. Hermione and Ron also looked worried.
"No problem!" After reassuring Harry Potter, Light turned around and shouted loudly to the Gryffindor players:
"The opportunity is here! Overthrow the oppression of Slytherin! The Quidditch championship belongs to us, Gryffindor!"
"If we don't have flying broomsticks, the enemies will give them to us!"
"Overthrow Slytherin and share the Firebolt 2001 equally."
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Restraining himself from blurting out the word "comrades," Light kept hyping up these young and passionate teenagers.
With Light's continuous encouragement and the instigation of the Weasley twins, these young and enthusiastic little lions became extremely excited and began to practice in the air.
Even the Slytherin students who had gone far away felt this imposing aura. Seeing this, Malfoy couldn't help but feel a little worried. He trotted up to Marcus and asked in a low voice,
"Can we win? They look so confident!"
Marcus also felt this imposing aura, but he wasn't very nervous. He gently patted Malfoy on the shoulder and comforted him,
"It's okay. Our skills are better than theirs in the first place, and we have the Nimbus 2001. All they can count on is the new Seeker. When the time comes, send three people to block him!"
"I'll see how he can fly. Fortunately, we got away quickly. Otherwise, if he remembered and asked us not to use the new brooms, it would be a bit of a threat!"
Seeing Marcus looking so confident as if to say 'Don't worry, mate, we're sure to win!', Malfoy also calmed down.