"I like this setup."
Cormac said excitedly, "The loser drops out, and the winner moves on. That's fair."
"It is fair, and you beat Harry Potter." His companions were just as excited. Defeating the Boy Who Lived filled them with pride.
"Of course I'm happy I beat him, but what I like more is this rule."
Cormac was still keeping his cool, which was rare. He continued, "But if the opponent were Malfoy, I'd be even happier."
The group immediately started discussing things again. It seemed Malfoy was becoming more and more hated by Gryffindor House.
Following in the shadows, Voldemort pondered the name of the group's leader. He remembered the boy being mentioned in the book, but couldn't recall who he was.
He only remembered when Cormac started swinging his wand like a club...
The boy was a member of the Slug Club and had once been a reserve Keeper. He'd also accidentally hit Harry in the head with a Bludger, causing him to fall off his broom and crack his skull.
The Bane of Harry. Is it fate? Voldemort thought. If so, recruiting him as a Death Eater could let him deal with Harry.
Of course, that was wishful thinking. Gryffindor House never produced Death Eaters—except Peter Pettigrew.
Lost in thought, he followed Cormac's team onward. They encountered a few minor traps along the way, but Cormac dealt with them all.
The boy had won the approval of Horace Slughorn, the Potions Master, and joined the Slug Club. It seemed he really did have some skill.
"The roadside is full of Leg-Tying Vine, but that's not much of a challenge for second-years."
As they walked, he analyzed the traps in the training ground. "We haven't seen any aggressive Magical Creatures yet. Could the first- and second-year training ground