Hearing Snape's words, Malfoy and the others were all startled. All night? Was the work intensity really this exaggerated?
But soon, Malfoy began to have doubts. He didn't quite believe it.
"Working all night for one day might be possible. But Ciel has been working for Professor Snape for how long now? Can he really work all night every day? He still has to go to the greenhouse and participate in Quidditch training. If the work intensity is like this every day, even soone made of iron couldn't handle it."
Then Malfoy's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he understood sothing. He agreed imdiately.
"No problem, Professor. Just working all night... we have no problem with that!"
Snape frowned with obvious displeasure. "Are you certain? If you recognize your abilities now and choose to give up, there's still ti."
The little snakes were still hesitating, but Malfoy said decisively, "Professor, we won't give up. We will use any ans necessary to defend Slytherin's honor."
Snape's face completely darkened. He snorted coldly. "Then you'd better persist longer and not disappoint ."
After saying this, Snape turned and left the classroom. As he walked out, he kept shaking his head with disgust.
"Idiots, all idiots. I already gave them a chance, they're simply a bunch of trolls with no brains! They can neither figure out their opponent's strength nor recognize their own abilities. How did this year's Slytherin recruitnt beco like this?!"
In the Potions classroom, Malfoy was completely unaware of this harsh assessnt. The little snakes were urgently asking him with growing concern.
"Malfoy, the Professor seed very unhappy."
"I always feel like the Professor wants us to be tactful and withdraw ourselves, not continue competing with Ciel."
"We haven't even discussed it... how could you answer for all of us?"
Malfoy raised his head confidently. "That's because you didn't realize this is the Professor's test for us."
Then Malfoy explained with the air of soone revealing a great secret. "The Professor said this work requires working all night every day, but think about it... as long as Ciel is still a normal person, how could he possibly persist with such high-intensity work every day? Doesn't he get tired? Doesn't he need sleep? This is absolutely impossible."
His voice grew more animated. "So the Professor must have exaggerated. So what's his purpose? First, it's definitely to test whether we have the ability to distinguish true from false information. Second, it's to test whether we have the determination to use any ans necessary to get this job."
Malfoy's tone beca almost reverent. "Always rember the Professor's teaching... using any ans necessary is our Slytherin creed. We must first use any ans necessary on ourselves, so the Professor would use all-nighters to scare us to see if we have such determination."
After hearing Malfoy's analysis, the little snakes finally understood with dawning comprehension.
"So that ans... as long as we persist and let the Professor see our determination to squeeze out Ciel by any ans necessary, then we can succeed?"
Malfoy nodded vigorously. "Ciel alone can handle so much work. With so many of us, there's no way we can't do it. Co on, let's get to work!"
Then the little snakes beca energized as if injected with adrenaline, each beginning to process flobberworms with renewed determination.
But soon, their faces turned a sickly shade of green. The slimy, constantly wriggling flobberworms felt absolutely disgusting. After a while, several Slytherin girls couldn't help but want to vomit.
At this ti, the itchy properties of flobberworm mucus also began to show their power. The skin on their arms began to turn painfully red, like hives, accompanied by waves of stinging itch that made concentration nearly impossible.
At this point, Malfoy was still gritting his teeth with stubborn determination. "Persist, we must persist. When Ciel finishes Quidditch training, he'll discover he's already been kicked out by us. The evil Hufflepuff badger conspiracy will be defeated by us! The House Cup turning point will start from here!"
The little snakes all took deep breaths, enduring nausea and itching as they continued processing flobberworms with grim resolve.
anwhile, on the Quidditch pitch, the Hufflepuff team was conducting their daily training with practiced precision. Ciel hovered above the team, constantly chasing Bludgers with predatory focus. His bat swung freely, stirring up fierce winds that whistled across the field.
With his strikes, Bludgers whistled out like cannonballs, creating a deadly ballet of iron and force. Cedric Diggory and the other little badgers flew across the field in coordinated patterns, their flight trajectories all revolving around the path of Ciel's Bludger strikes.
If the opponent were a real team, when Ciel's Bludgers tore through the opponent's defense, the little badgers would swarm forward and forcefully throw the Quaffle into the opponent's goal. And when the opponent's Seeker tried to chase the Golden Snitch, they would also face the huge threat of Bludgers launched by Ciel.
This was an extrely rare, Beater-centered playing style that had gradually taken shape after the little badgers' constant coordination during this period. The one who proposed this revolutionary tactic was Captain Cedric Diggory.
At this mont, seeing the tactic increasingly taking shape, Cedric's eyes showed pure joy. Although this strategy ant the Seeker's spotlight would be greatly diminished, as if he could only catch the Golden Snitch smoothly thanks to the Beater's dominance, what did that matter?
Hufflepuff was never a battlefield for individual heroism. As long as they could win, what did it matter if he, the captain and Seeker, was overshadowed by Ciel's brilliance? The little badgers only wanted to keep the Quidditch Cup, absent for many years, in Hufflepuff's trophy case!
At this ti, in the shadows by the field, a thin figure was watching this scene on the pitch with growing amazent. This figure was Harry Potter.
Today was also Gryffindor Quidditch team training day, but Harry had rembered the wrong field and mistakenly co to the field reserved by Hufflepuff. But precisely because of this error, he witnessed Ciel's terrifying power displayed on the field.
Frankly speaking, Harry's face was sowhat pale at this mont. When Gryffindor played against Hufflepuff, would he have to face such devastating Bludgers? Ciel was simply a troll on the field. If accidentally hit by a Bludger he launched, wouldn't one go see rlin imdiately!
Captain Wood had always considered Slytherin the main enemy, but perhaps Hufflepuff was actually Gryffindor's strongest opponent.
Harry's steps moved slightly as he prepared to leave. He was already thinking of going to tell Captain Wood this shocking news. But imdiately after, he suddenly stopped as a thought surfaced in his mind.
Ever since discovering the three-headed dog in the fourth-floor trapdoor last ti, Harry had been wondering what the massive beast was guarding. But the three-headed dog had left him with huge psychological trauma. Such a fierce creature... he had no way to deal with it.
But with the strength Ciel had shown, if he brought that bat... how many heads did the three-headed dog have? Wasn't that just a matter of Ciel swinging his bat three tis!
Thinking of this, Harry beca excited with possibility. He waited on the path Ciel would inevitably take after finishing Quidditch training.
Ciel, walking out from the field, looked with so surprise at the figure blocking his way.
"Harry Potter?"
Ciel frowned with confusion. During his days at Hogwarts, he had no contact with Harry whatsoever. Besides not wanting to get involved with the Boy Who Lived to avoid unnecessary trouble, it was also because he and Harry had nothing that could bring them together.
Planting trees, practicing spells, processing potion materials... these kept him busy enough. He really didn't have ti to get involved in the Boy Who Lived's affairs.
But he hadn't expected Harry to actively seek him out today.
Harry also said excitedly to Ciel, "Ciel, I saw your performance on the field. Your strength might be as great as Hagrid's!"
Then Harry looked at Ciel with burning eyes full of desperate hope. "There's sothing very important that might concern Hogwarts Castle's safety, and I want to invite you to join. If you join, we might be able to protect Hogwarts."
Harry was already fantasizing about Ciel joining them, defeating the three-headed dog, thwarting soone's secret conspiracy, and protecting the entire school. Surely no young wizard would refuse such a heroic opportunity.
Right?
(End of Chapter)
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