"Follow me," Harry and Malfoy stayed quiet. Sure, Harry had seen Marcus Flint. He knew who he was —Captain of the Quidditch team— but he was still a bit of a terror. He wasn’t pretty. In fact, he was big and burly and had a face that looked like it probably enjoyed stealing sweets from children, but Harry had half an idea as to where this was going. He didn't know how it could go in this direction, following that display in the courtyard, but.