On Sunday, at noon, Harry put his manuscript into his fanny pack and walked out of the common room with Draco.
"If it were me, I'd definitely choose something related to Dragons," Draco said, spreading one hand.
"Dragons are the most precious and powerful creatures. I'm even surprised why you don't want to choose a Dragon, when Ollivander uses Dragons for wands."
Draco genuinely felt that if he had the opportunity to make a wand himself, he would absolutely add a lot of Dragon elements.
What Harry was doing now was a waste of resources.
"I just feel that my compatibility with Dragons isn't that high," Harry said seriously and helplessly, "You know, I have a contract with Norbert, and I can feel that the relationship between Norbert and me is purely constructed through taming methods, time spent together, and a magic contract, lacking some... some... essential things.
Especially when I use Parseltongue to control snakes, this feeling is even more obvious. It's as if there's a link deep in my soul with snakes, and through it, I can make them understand my words."
"Is that so?" Draco heard this for the first time, "So if I imitate the sound of your voice..."
He was quite interested in Harry's skill, after all, it was deeply connected to Slytherin.
"That won't work. Professor Dumbledore also speaks Parseltongue, but he can't control snakes," Harry explained. "There's a big difference between an innate Parselmouth and one who learns it later. It's like a Metamorphmagus and some appearance-altering magic."
"Alright." Draco shook his head, banishing the thought from his mind.
Harry, meanwhile, continued to ponder the wand core.
He had asked Hagrid about many magical creatures and finally found a second wand core that might be compatible with him.
It was a Thestral that, due to old age, would soon pass away.
These rare, untamed winged horses are hairless and, unlike Unicorns, do not regularly produce large quantities of high-quality material for standard wands.
But undoubtedly, the magic contained in Thestral material is extremely powerful; their brain nerves, heartstrings, etc., would all be excellent wand materials.
If he didn't seize this opportunity, perhaps in the future, he would never find such good magical creature material again...
Thestrals, despite most people viewing them with a lot of negative filters because of their unclear relationship with death.
But Harry rather liked these creatures.
"Only those who have witnessed death can see Thestrals." This statement isn't entirely accurate.
Leaving aside whether witnessing the death of other creatures counts, just considering the death of one's own kind...
Harry knew very well that he had witnessed death not long after he was born.
But when he first came to Hogwarts, he still couldn't see these creatures, not until Quirrell died.
This gave him a slightly better understanding of the concept of seeing Thestrals.
Perhaps, only by truly witnessing the life of a fellow being vanish before one's eyes can one see this creature.
This also seemed to imply some very emotional thought.
So Harry, on the contrary, felt that Thestrals were very gentle creatures.
"Harry? Harry?" Draco bumped him, "Isn't that MacChlery?"
Harry came back to his senses and saw MacChlery walking out of Professor Snape's office, with a hint of excitement on his face.
At the same time, the other person also saw them and walked straight over.
"Harry, Draco." He greeted them first.
"Mac, what are you doing here? What happened?" Harry asked.
"Nothing, just—look at this!"
Saying that, MacChlery displayed the badge in his hand.
"Captain? You became Captain?" Draco exclaimed, then felt it was reasonable. Marcus was leaving, so this position naturally had to be filled by someone else.
Wait.
A brilliant idea came to his mind; there was no better way to get into the team at this moment than by building a relationship with Mac!
But the next second, Draco dismissed this thought and felt it was uninteresting.
"Tch!" He let out a scoff.
Mac looked at him puzzled.
"Oh, no, I'm not laughing at you. I'm despising a stupid idea that just popped into my head." Draco explained.
"I believe you." Mac smiled indifferently, "Are you going up for lunch? Let's go together, and Harry—we need to quickly arrange the next training plan. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff are still waiting for us to conquer."
A few Hufflepuff students on the same path heard this and chuckled without hiding it.
Mac pursed his lips, shrugged helplessly, and didn't care.
"Also, I want to privately schedule a match with the Gryffindor team.
Although the House points are gone, I still want to fight for a true victory.
For nothing else, just for our past training, it deserves a serious match, what do you think?"
"Hmm, of course." Harry had to agree, after all, the purpose of the previous training was to show off their skills in a real match, even if he himself was extremely busy, he had to nod in affirmation.
"Draco, want to come?" Mac tentatively asked Draco.
"Now we're one person short."
"Oh, I'll participate next year." Draco shook his head, "I want to focus on preparing for the Duelling Club."
"Alright." Mac nodded, "Speaking of the Duelling Club, we really need to prepare well. I don't know how Professor plans to arrange the schedule. Will we run into each other?"
As they spoke, the three walked up the stairs and arrived outside the Great Hall on the first floor.
As soon as they approached, they sensed something was wrong.
It was too noisy, bustling, like a Potion boiling over.
Even the corner leading to the Great Hall was completely blocked.
"What's wrong?"
"Don't push, let me see!"
MacChlery looked at the Hufflepuff student he had just met nearby.
"Friend, what happened?"
"It seems like the official announcement for the Duelling Club is out."
After speaking, this person also squeezed inside, "Move aside, those who have seen it, step back, why are you crowding here?"
MacChlery was about to squeeze in, but Harry called him.
"Mac, never mind, no rush. The news will spread soon."
"True." MacChlery tidied his robes, as if saying, 'We are Slytherin, we must maintain our image.'
The three walked towards the Great Hall where the crowd was sparse, planning to have lunch first.
Just then, someone suddenly turned around and saw Harry.
"Harry's here!"
"Found him!"
The next moment, numerous gazes fell on Harry, and the focus of the crowd's discussion shifted accordingly.
"What's wrong?" Harry looked at them, a little puzzled.
"Harry, what is the Rage Potion?" Someone asked.
"Only third place gets Felix Felicis, what exactly is this Rage Potion, that only second and first place can get it?"
"Harry, quickly explain."
The three looked at each other, and Harry was also baffled.
"Wait!" He raised his hand, "Is the Rage Potion a prize?!"
"Ha, he really knows." Someone said.
"Did Harry kill the Troll last year by relying on this thing?"
"Possibly? So is this a kind of poison? Can you poison your own spells?"
The Little Wizards' discussion grew heated again, various voices echoing throughout the entire corridor.
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