On the way back, Harry's mind was racing.
He had too many things he wanted to know, and his curiosity burned like a raging fire, making his heart ache with an unbearable itch.
At the same time, he also felt a sense of pressure.
Clearly, he had taken on too much work.
"Glory Above All—"
The door to the common room slowly opened. He was about to find a place to organize his plans before returning to his dormitory, but he didn't expect that a familiar person was already sitting in the common room.
Only this one person.
He lay on a single-seater sofa, legs crossed, hands resting on the armrests, eyes closed in thought.
"Are you asleep?" Harry whispered in surprise, his voice echoing in the somewhat empty common room.
"I'm thinking," Draco opened his eyes, then asked impatiently, "What happened? Did Dumbledore call you to his office in the middle of the night?"
"To be precise, it wasn't Dumbledore," Harry replied, "It was Mr. Jones."
"That makes sense," Draco nodded. Indeed, Mr. Jones was more likely to call someone in the middle of the night.
"So what did you talk about?" he asked curiously.
"A mission… well, it's about my parents' situation." Harry suddenly remembered what Uncle Howl had said about forming his own makeshift team.
Organization… credibility…
Then, his gaze fell upon Draco.
A moment later, he shook his head inwardly, feeling it wasn't quite appropriate. Pulling Draco into this now would do more harm than good.
"Oh, right, I might not participate in the dueling tournament," Harry said.
"What?!" A smile suddenly appeared on Draco's face. "Are you serious?"
"Mm-hm." Harry nodded, pulled a piece of parchment from his pouch, and then wrote down all the accumulated tasks one by one.
Construct the Koch Snowflake magic Model!
Learn Dementor-related spells!
Make a wand!
Daily study tasks!
Quidditch training!
Then, his quill lingered on Quidditch for a long time.
This was his hobby, but now...
"You want to quit Quidditch?" Draco saw his hesitation and asked bluntly, "Why? You finally got on the team, and what about Comet? It wants to fly, are you going to neglect it like that?"
"Actually… joining the team was pretty easy," Harry said awkwardly.
"If I quit, can you take my place?"
"I can't." Draco shook his head under Harry's surprised gaze. "All my time from now on will be focused on the dueling tournament.
I've already written the letter to my father; I want him to send me one of the training dummies from home. Tomorrow, I'm going to find an empty classroom."
"I see." Harry nodded, his hand dropping helplessly.
"Aren't you going to cross it out?"
"People have to take responsibility for their choices. If I quit, what about the others?" Harry shook his head with a bitter smile. "Let's finish this year first."
"Looks like you'll be quite busy in the future," Draco smiled smugly. "By the way, why do you need to do Dementor-related training? It's completely unnecessary, isn't it?"
"It's just… a future mission." Harry didn't elaborate. "Remember not to tell anyone about this; it's very important."
"Is that so?" Draco was a little disbelieving. "Who else knows?"
"Besides you, no one else knows," Harry said.
Only then did a satisfied expression appear on Draco's face. "Hmm… that's good. I won't say anything, don't worry."
Harry nodded, stood up, and re-read the paper he had just written on.
Only after he had roughly planned out his future time did he leave the paper in the fireplace.
"I'm going to bed." He walked towards the dormitory. "Oh, and in the letter you send your father, it's best to ask him to send some healing potions. We'll start practicing first thing tomorrow morning."
With that, Harry's figure disappeared down the corridor.
"Damn it," Draco sighed helplessly, feeling a bit of a chill.
He really was afraid of pain.
Then, he too quickly returned to the dormitory and soon lay in bed, closing his eyes with a nervous heart.
However, just as he had fallen asleep for a moment, Harry's voice suddenly rang in his ears.
"Wake up! Wake up!" Harry began to wake them up one by one.
Draco groggily opened his eyes. "What's going on?! Didn't I just go to sleep?"
Crabbe and Goyle were also forcibly woken up.
After more than a year of training, Crabbe and Goyle were no longer fat at all. Aside from some baby fat on their faces, they could completely be called strong young men.
As for himself, he was still thin.
He had asked Harry why he wasn't gaining muscle, but he was only told helplessly that if he wanted to gain muscle, he would have to do very hard strength training.
The matter was eventually left unresolved.
The four in the dormitory each splashed a handful of cold water on their faces, quickly washed up, and after changing their clothes, stumbled out, still groggy.
After two rounds of warm-ups, Harry led the three to a stop.
"Shall we start directly?" Draco immediately drew his wand.
"No rush." Harry shook his head and stretched his body. "Take a break. You should be wide awake now, right?"
"Of course."
"That's good. Next, I'll tell you about the two most important things in dueling."
The three Little Wizards perked up their ears. Harry's dueling experience was evident to them, leaving no room for doubt.
"First, on the practical side, is dueling strategy!" Harry said seriously. "How to attack, how to defend – you should have your own set of combat ideas."
"Combat ideas?" Draco was a little confused.
"That's right. When dueling, the most taboo thing is to wave your wand wildly, casting Incendio one second and then Aguamenti the next." Harry nodded.
"Regarding this, more words are useless. You can think now about what kind of moves you want to use against me later during practice."
"Okay." Draco nodded. "What about the second point?"
"The second point is—desire!" Harry said seriously.
The three looked at each other. Draco guaranteed that if anyone else had said that, he would have burst out laughing.
"I'm not joking," Harry's mouth curved upwards.
"The desire for victory—as long as you harbor such a thought, then when casting spells, you are naturally a step higher than others," Harry explained.
"For example, when we cast the 'Vigorous' charm to drive away Red Caps, don't we need to guide our inner thoughts?"
"Yes," Draco nodded.
"Then this is the driving force of desire on spells. What was that word Professor Jones used?—Subjective initiative!
And on this basis, when you harbor the desire for victory, you will gain an additional casting bonus.
It's like when others play a dice game, they only have one die. But you have two, naturally having an advantage."
"Is that so?" Draco was somewhat skeptical. "It sounds like a motivational speech."
"More words are useless." Harry waved his wand. "Five minutes, first establish your basic combat strategies. Think about how you're going to fight later."
Soon, five minutes passed.
It was only at this moment that Draco suddenly realized.
"You're fighting all three of us?"
"Hmm… worth a try," Harry said. "Bring it on. This isn't just practicing moves; I'll use everything I've learned at school."
"Bold," Draco said, his fighting spirit ignited.
No sword, let's see how you play.
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