The entire team turned at Marcus’ grunt only to see Harry wordlessly raising his hand to point to the Gryffindor table. Following his line of sight and finger the rest of the team found themselves in similar shock at the sight of Henry Potter arrogantly and smugly showing off his uniform. Unfortunately for Adrian, Graham and Miles, they had been eating, but now were beating their chests with closed fists as they coughed harshly from choking in surprise on their breakfast. "I knew they were desperate for a seeker but I didn't think that even Wood would sink that low." Draco sneered scornfully. "He wouldn't" Marcus said looking completely flummoxed, staring at the rival Captain studiously."That team is Wood’s life. He trains them hard almost obsessively. Getting the cup means more to him than passing his O.W.Ls did and I'm sure his N.E.W.Ts next year too." "And you know this how?" Miles asked with a raised brow. Marcus sent him a look that clearly asked "are you stupid?’ "The Gryffindor team is the only team that has really made a challenge for us. I know everything important about every team member. From their strategies to how much each member relies on each match. Wood wants to play professionally, and desperate players are more dangerous than planned methodical ones. Wood is both." Marcus explained scornfully. Loud laughter from the Gryffindor table pulled them out of interrogating Marcus further. Weasley had joined Potter at the table, loudly congratulating his best mate. Finnegan was rumoured to still be in the Hospital Wing, refusing to leave a petrified Thomas.