Shawn and the others gave the now thoroughly unhinged Draco a speechless look, then turned their eyes toward the pitch.
Harry held the Golden Snitch high as his teammates crowded around him, tossing him into the air. The little Lions cheered and jumped for joy in the stands amid waves of applause.
Marcus and the others were seeing red, looking ready to charge over and pick a fight with the little Lions, but fortunately, Montague stepped forward to stop them.
For once, Professor McGonagall abandoned her usual reserve. She came down from the stands and excitedly celebrated with the students of her house.
The little Eagles and little Badgers who had come to join the fun graciously applauded the victors, making for a lively atmosphere.
Yet as Shawn watched the scene, he couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen.
Sure enough, his intuition proved right.
An icy voice immediately sounded behind him, making his scalp prickle.
"Mr. Black, a viper should use every means at its disposal, yet you shackled Slytherin's players and handed the Quidditch Cup to someone else. As Chief, shouldn't you give me, your Head of House, a reasonable explanation?"
Shawn turned around with an awkward expression and faced the cold-eyed Snape.
"Well, um, sir, let me explain."
"Explain? What good would an explanation do now? Can you bring a dead tree back to life?"
"..."
Those who didn't hold an office had no business meddling in its affairs.
But Shawn held the position of Slytherin Chief, and the Quidditch Cup, a matter of the house's honor, certainly fell within his responsibilities.
Now that they had lost, whatever the reason, their Head of House was perfectly justified in taking him to task.
In the end, Shawn could only resign himself to agreeing to