Meanwhile, in the changing room.
Draco Malfoy and the other players were changing into their vivid green Quidditch uniforms. Gryffindor wore red.
Tall and troll-like, Marcus Flint was reviewing their tactics. "Let me stress this again: the Chasers, myself included, aren't just here to break through Wood's defense and score! We also need to watch for opportunities to attack Gryffindor's weak points! Dorian! What are their weak points?"
A similarly tall, powerfully built dark-haired man with a cleft chin replied in a deep voice, "Their Chasers! Katy Bell, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet. They're all skilled, but they're extremely weak in physical confrontations. If I get close and give them a light bump, I can send them back to the ground."
Flint nodded in satisfaction. "Good. I have faith in you. You're a veteran of the Slytherin team and know all kinds of fouling tricks. It's a pity you'll be graduating next year. But Montague will take over for you then, just as Draco will take over for Terence. Do well and give Montague something to learn from."
He then turned to two men who were relatively "slender" but had extraordinarily thick arms. "Derek, Bol. You two have the toughest task. You need to guard against Gryffindor's trump cards—the Weasley twins. The two of them are like human Bludgers. While helping their teammates block Bludgers, they can also find the right moment to attack us from all sorts of unbelievable angles. At the same time, you need to do your jobs—intercept Bludgers and use them to attack the other team's players. You have an advantage too. No one can get back up and keep flying after taking one of your hits."
Then he looked at a man who seemed to be made entirely of muscle. "Miles, you just need to block