"Not bad."
A Slytherin player flew over to Wilson.
It was a former Slytherin seventh-year prefect whom Wilson had once humiliated.
This former prefect stopped in front of him, chuckled, and said, "I've loved Quidditch since I was young. This was my last Quidditch match at Hogwarts, and it's the best I've ever played. I probably won't get another chance to play Quidditch after graduation..."
From the occasional hint of superiority in his tone, it was clear that this Slytherin student came from a well-off family, unlike some other wizards who needed to find work after graduation.
The former prefect seemed a bit nostalgic. He waved at the cheering Slytherin crowd and continued to Wilson, "I've been a Slytherin Beater since my second year, but I've never experienced a match as exciting as today's. Maybe Quidditch should always be played like this..."
"…"
Wilson frowned.
"Alright, I'm not here to provoke you."
The former prefect noticed Wilson's displeasure and quickly explained, "I just thought today's Quidditch was fun and wanted to give you a heads-up..."
"Hmm?"
"How should I put this..."
The former prefect ran his fingers through his long hair and whispered, "I heard you were adopted by Crouch Sr, right? He's already an enemy of many pure-blood wizard families. You should warn him that his enemies might start causing trouble for him again because of you."
"Oh."
Wilson nodded indifferently.
"Just 'oh'?"
The former prefect couldn't understand Wilson's mindset and showed a hint of disdain. "Never mind, you don't seem to grasp the seriousness..."
"…"
What was he supposed to say? Explain that they were overestimating their importance?
After all, this former prefect had good intentions, even if he might have impulsively come to warn Wilson after enjoying the match.
"I get it. I'll remember your warning."
Wilson glanced at the cheering Hufflepuffs and continued softly, "As a thank you, as long as you and your friends don't break the rules, you can enjoy your last days at school."
This was essentially a promise from him. As long as the former prefect didn't cause trouble, Wilson wouldn't target him maliciously.
The former prefect didn't seem to realize the value of what he had gained and muttered, "If only you hadn't shown up, maybe we could have had more fun..."
If Wilson hadn't appeared, the former prefect would still be the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team and the seventh-year prefect, not someone who had been humiliated and stripped of his title by Snape.
"What did you say?"
Wilson raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing..."
The former prefect quickly ended his complaints and glanced at Marcus, who was receiving cheers from the crowd, with a hint of displeasure.
Since he had already told Wilson one thing...
He might as well reveal everything.
"Marcus is targeting you."
The former prefect quickly betrayed Marcus. "After you left our common room that day, Marcus started rallying us against you..."
"Is that so?"
Wilson looked at Marcus and smiled. "He's interesting. I like opponents who can endure and adapt. I hope Marcus repeats a year so I can spend more time with him at school..."
"…"
Isn't that a bit too cruel? For a Slytherin student, repeating a year is a great family disgrace!
"I'll go see my friends now."
The former prefect shook his head, waved at Wilson, and flew away on his broom. "Merry Christmas."
"…"
Wilson didn't have time to stop him. More importantly, he wanted to ask his name, so he could let this somewhat decent seventh-year student off in the future.
Now that he was gone, that plan was shelved.
Wilson also felt that asking his name might come off as humiliating, considering a foe might be insulted if his opponent didn't even remember his name.
He could only sincerely hope...
Their paths wouldn't cross again.
Wilson sighed, tossed the Quaffle in his hand, and looked at his Quidditch match reward, finally lifting his mood after losing the game.
[Exploration Mission: Participate in a Quidditch Match (1/1), Mission Completed, Reward: Patronus Charm.]
[Patronus Charm: The incantation is "Expecto Patronum". It creates a powerful protective spirit unique to the caster, which wards off dark creatures.]
"Hmm?"
Wilson was puzzled. Why would participating in a Quidditch match reward a Patronus Charm? Was he supposed to have had fun? He just lost the game!
But...
It was indeed enjoyable to score during the match.
If his teammates had been more reliable, he might have had even more fun. Now he could only look forward to Cedric joining the team.
When he landed, the Hufflepuff students swarmed their hero. Everyone knew Wilson, a first-time player, was the star of the match!
"I'm going to apply to join the Quidditch team!"
Cedric glanced at their Seeker and looked resigned. He patted Wilson's shoulder sympathetically. "Next time, we'll win!"
"Yeah..."
Wilson nodded noncommittally. If possible, he'd prefer a strong Chaser or Beater over another Seeker. Only then would Quidditch matches be more fun.
"You played well! Better than those guys!"
Tonks patted Wilson's other shoulder and muttered, "I've watched Quidditch matches for years, and our team really sucks..."
"…"
Wilson completely agreed. To maintain Hufflepuff's unity, it was best not to say too much now.
After all, Hufflepuff students were just bad at Quidditch, unlike the backstabbing Slytherins.
After praising Wilson, Tonks asked about the earlier incident. "By the way, Wilson, what did that Slytherin guy say to you in the air? Are they proud of winning?"
"Let them be proud."
Wilson glanced at the lively Slytherin stands and said softly, "Slytherin won within the rules of Quidditch. For them, that's something to be proud of."
(End of Chapter)
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