"Lose?"
Higgs stared at the situation on the table, then looked at his own cards. After making sure that there was no chance of turning defeat into victory, he took a deep breath and simply admitted defeat.
At this moment, Higgs could not help but slump in his chair, falling into self-doubt. Just now, he had lost two wizard card games in a row, and the way he lost the games made him feel inexplicable.
By the way, what was the name of that beautiful red-haired girl? As a member of the Wizard Card Club, Higgs had no impression of this person in his memory. Perhaps the person who defeated him was not a member of the Wizard Card Club at all.
As soon as he stood up from his chair, Higgs saw Katrina, who was in the same class, chatting with the red-haired girl who looked similar to her.
Higgs already remembered who this person was, the Ravenclaw genius Inzebel MacDougal.
Such a person would actually come to participate in the wizard card competition
It's incredible.
Higgs admitted that Yin Zebel was a genius, but it was still a little hard for him to accept being defeated by a genius who had hardly played wizard cards.
Just as he returned to the Slytherin table, a familiar voice came from not far away.
"Higgs, is that so-called wizard card game really that fun?"
The boy who was talking to him was called Meng Tai, and he gave him a strange smile.
Higgs knew that Montaigne disdained playing wizard cards, in large part because the inventor of wizard cards, Albert Anderson, was a Muggle wizard. It was a common problem for most Slytherin students to look down on Muggle wizards. Even if they knew that they were facing the most talented wizard in Hogwarts, this arrogance still did not disappear.
"Actually, the wizard cards are quite interesting, and there are 10 Galleons if you win the championship." Higgs responded casually. He also knew that most of the players on Marcus Flint's team had a bad relationship with Albert, but Higgs didn't really like it. Because he was not very "gregarious", his situation in the team was a bit awkward.
Perhaps, next term, Captain Marcus Flint would kick him off the team and find a new Seeker to replace him.
Marcus Flint glanced at the wizard card game on the opposite side, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on Kenneth Toller. Ever since he successfully pulled off the other's pants last time, he could always feel Kenneth Toller's undisguised hostility towards him.
However, this is only natural.
Before Flint stood up and left, a malicious smile suddenly flashed across the corner of his mouth. He made several provocative gestures towards Kenneth Toller, and then swaggered out of the hall.
Flint knew very well that Kenneth Toler would not give up on revenge, and he needed to give him a chance to take revenge.
Ten minutes later, in a boys' toilet on the third floor of Hogwarts Castle, Kenneth Toller was disarmed of his wand and pressed to the cold floor, while Marcus Flint stood beside him with a malicious smile on his face.
"What an idiot, do you think I'm going to keep making the same mistake?"
How could Marcus Flint not be prepared for a sneak attack from the Disillusionment Curse after being ambushed last time
Kenneth Toller was provoked by him and couldn't help himself. He was ready to use the Disillusionment Charm to attack him. It turned out that Gryffindor was a group of brainless idiots.
asshole!
Kenneth Toller, who was pinned to the floor, was almost mad with rage. He was not afraid of Flint, but he did not expect that the other party had helpers, so he was ambushed instead.
If I had asked a few more people to help me, I wouldn't have ended up like this.
"Okay, my time is limited. I hope the toilet doesn't dislike your head." Flint grabbed Kenneth Toler's head and dragged him to the toilet next to him with a laugh.
"You seem very unwilling."
"I was just deceived. How could I believe the nonsense told by Albert and Weiss? " Kenneth Toller said through gritted teeth.
His head was stuffed into the toilet by Flint, and the bastard flushed the toilet. A feeling of suffocation came, and Kenneth Toller's head was pulled up, but he had been knocked unconscious by the coma spell.
"What are you going to do?" asked Mrs. Montaigne.
"What else can we do?" Flint shrugged helplessly at his friends and stuffed Kenneth Toller back into the toilet. "We haven't even gone to settle accounts with them yet, but they came to us first."
In fact, they all knew Kenneth Toller's little thoughts. He mentioned Albert and the Westley brothers just to get them to cause trouble for each other.
No matter who wins or loses in the end, Kenneth Toler can vent his resentment.
Marcus Flint had no intention of backing down. In fact, he had long ago learned indirectly that all this was most likely related to Albert Anderson's small group.
He planned to settle the last account with them as well as this one.
"Albert Anderson is not to be trifled with."
Although they looked down on Muggle wizards, even they had to admit that Albert was a genius, and Slytherin had never had the upper hand when dealing with them.
"I know." Flint's expression was grim. "I admit that he is indeed a genius, but he is only a third-year student. No matter how good he is, there is a limit."
No one dared to deny Albert's magical level, but Flint never worried about this problem, even though he could not defeat Albert in a one-on-one fight.
What about one-to-many
As long as they got rid of Albert's friends first and stripped him of his support, and then everyone rushed forward, even if Albert was indeed a rare genius wizard, he would not be a match for them.
As for meanness
Those guys were even more despicable than himself. He didn't forget that it was those bastards who first found a group of people to threaten them.
Now I am just using the same method to deal with them.
"That guy is touted as the second Dumbledore, and maybe that's a little exaggerated, but his ability is unquestionable. I suggest we go back and find more people and make a detailed plan." Montague suggested. He was in the same grade as Albert and was naturally well aware of Albert's reputation. Although he was reluctant to admit it, he had to admit that the other party was very powerful. Otherwise, how could he have defeated so many Slytherin students in the first grade
Don't forget, he has been in school for nearly three years now, and he must be better than before.
All the Slytherin students in the bathroom were silent. No one refuted what Mr. Montgomery said. It was obvious that they felt guilty in front of Albert.