Marcus Flint was tall and burly, with thick hair and the look of a gorilla-gorillas bared their teeth, too.
Many young witches and wizards firmly believed Marcus Flint had been chosen as the team's captain and Seeker because of his vicious appearance and the brute strength that could crush someone's fingers in a handshake.
That way, the opposing captain would have to ride his broom one-handed, giving Slytherin House an early advantage.
The only exception was probably Gryffindor's captain, Wood. Nicknamed "Wood," this captain was like a real piece of ironwood.
He refused to back down. Even in a handshake, he would squeeze back with every ounce of strength he had, which was why everyone admired him.
They considered Wood one of the embodiments of Gryffindor House's spirit-a true tough guy.
Glenn Ellison, the captain of Hufflepuff House, slowly approached Madam Hooch with an air of tragic resolve. His teammates watched their captain anxiously.
Heidi, a particularly sensitive Chaser, even covered her mouth, unable to help herself. Tears were already welling in her eyes.
Only they knew that after every match against Slytherin, their captain would secretly visit the Hospital Wing alone.
If anyone dared say Hufflepuffs weren't brave, these players would be the first to object!
Marcus Flint gave a vicious grin and habitually cracked his knuckles. Looking at the Hufflepuff captain, who couldn't help shuddering, he slowly said:
"Ellison... little-"
He hadn't yet managed to get the word "sweetheart" out.
The Keeper, Miles Bletchley, discreetly poked him in the side. Marcus jolted and produced a "friendly smile" uglier than a grimace.
"Little... little chilly today. Mind you don't catch cold. It's... it's windy!"
Glenn Ellison: ???
He grew even more worried. Had Flint drunk the wrong potion? Was he going to fly into a sudden frenzy during the