The SIytherin team stands in confusion as the opening chords of "Bring the Lion Out" blast over the loudspeakers, a song that’s practically synonymous with the opposing team's entrance to the pitch. They look around, exchanging bewildered glances, unsure of what's happening.

"Why are they playing that song?" Blaise mutters under his breath, furrowing his brow.

Theo raises an eyebrow, eyes narrowing toward the entrance. "That’s Gryffindor’s song, isn't it?"

Before anyone can answer, the crowd parts, and to the team's surprise, Regulus steps into the arena. His expression is calm, but there's a glint in his eyes that says he’s fully aware of the spectacle he’s about to cause.

“Wait... ReguIus?” Mattheo asks, disbelief in his voice as he watches him stride confidently toward the center of the pitch.

Draco stands frozen, looking equally confused. "What the hell is he doing?" he whispers.

ReguIus looks out at the SIytherin team, unfazed by their confusion, and gives a small, almost imperceptible smirk.

“I’ve always been more of a lion at heart,” he says coolly, his voice carrying over the rising murmur from the crowd. "Time to shake things up a bit."

Blaise laughs as he claps ReguIus on the back. “Well, let’s shake it up then.”