The two quickly entered. Not long after they sat down, Hagrid took out a small wicker basket, with blood still dripping from the gaps. However, Hagrid clearly didn't mind, simply handing the basket to Harry.
Taking it, and opening the lid, a strong smell of blood immediately rushed into his nostrils and directly into his mind.
A "thread" as thick as a finger, stained with blood, was coiled and placed in the basket.
This thread emitted a translucent black glow, like black jade, appearing very valuable.
"It's truly perfect!" Harry exclaimed.
"You'd better not spoil it." Even Draco, who was used to good things, couldn't help but exclaim at this moment: "Otherwise, it would be better to feed it to a dog."
Fang next to them suddenly jumped up, eagerly sticking out his big tongue and panting towards Draco.
"That's just a metaphor." Draco said to Fang, watching him warily, afraid that he would pounce and start licking him.
"I can only do my best!" Harry chuckled, then closed the basket lid and put it into his pouch: "Thanks, Hagrid!"
"It's no big deal!" Hagrid laughed carelessly.
After sitting for a while longer, Hagrid finally stood up and stretched: "Alright, I have to get back to work. You two go do your own things too. Speaking of which, today is the seventh-year match, are you really not going to watch it?!"
"Alright, then we'll take our leave, Hagrid." Harry nodded, holding the basket in his hand, and bid farewell to Hagrid with Draco.
Soon, they arrived at the stadium. At this time, people were still constantly running around the stalls outside the stadium. MacChlery was holding two drinks, and upon seeing the two, he quickly said: "Harry, Draco, come quickly! The second match this afternoon seems to be Hedlund's!!"
Harry raised his eyebrows and exchanged glances with Draco, then the two quickly walked towards the stadium.
The timing was just right; at this moment, they saw Hedlund and a seventh-year Ravenclaw student facing each other from a distance.
At the same time, cheers and shouts echoed from both sides.
In the teachers' section, almost all the teachers were seated.
Seventh year, the age of impending graduation.
Duels in this group were almost the best verification and display of the teaching achievements of various houses and all the teachers in the entire school!
Students and teachers were almost all present.
The last time it was this lively was on the first day of the competition!
The heat of the other groups of matches had all decreased to some extent.
And the next time the heat would explode, there was no need to think much, it would naturally be during the finals.
The timing was just right.
Standing just behind the audience seats, Harry's gaze also sharpened.
If he were to truly consider someone as a goal to pursue.
Aside from Uncle Howl, Dumbledore, and those exceptionally powerful individuals.
Hedlund was definitely a goal to pursue!
Harry even frequently sought his guidance in some higher-grade courses.
The terrain was changing, and soon it became a vast expanse of white snow!
The countdown quickly passed.
Then—
"Ground-Shattering Hex—"
The entire world turned into a vast expanse of white, as if the whole ground had been overturned, and the snow was inverted again, falling into the air.
After the snow dust dissipated, only one person was seen buried under thick heavy stones and earth, their wand lying to the side, their aura weak.
The battle ended.
In the Slytherin viewing section, cheers erupted like a mountain and a tsunami.
"This isn't a duel… it's a complete 碾壓," Professor Flitwick said somewhat uninterestingly from the teachers' section.
Then he thought that the loser was Ravenclaw, and saying this might make others think he was unhappy about his house's defeat, so he continued: "It's a pity, I still hope to see more scenes of spells interwoven and dancing; winning or losing is secondary!"
Snape broke into a satisfied smile. This was truly a great boost to his reputation. The last time he showed this smile was in June of last year when Slytherin won the House Cup.
"Another single move!" Draco swallowed.
"I have no chance against someone like him." Saying this, he turned his head, wanting to hear Harry's answer.
"I don't know either…" Harry said softly.
That move just now, he might be able to resolve it by casting a Levitation Charm on himself, but what other changes would there be afterward? No one knew.
Just this one move alone seemed to overturn heaven and earth.
This was enough to prove too many things.
"Don't think about it, you're not looking for him." Harry turned around, no longer paying attention to the subsequent matches.
"I'm not looking for him, but what about you?" Draco chuckled.
"I have to try." Harry's lips curved into a smile, then he said: "Next time we go out, you don't have to come with me."
"Why?"
"No certainty," Harry replied calmly.
"You mean that Hit Wizards?!"
Harry nodded: "Hit Wizardss are trained by Aurors. Although they're not official Aurors, I really don't know how strong they are. What if…"
"What if what?" Draco continued to ask.
"What if we lose and get caught? The young master of the Draco family doing these things, then you'd be finished. This matter has risks, you don't need to go."
His previous words applied not only to others but also to Draco.
"Lose? What are you going to do? Can't you just crush him with money?!" Draco said as if it were obvious.
"Pulling the other party onto a criminal path?! The Ministry of Magic's subsequent investigation… it's not difficult, let's just forget it."
It was obvious that after the Azkaban incident, the Ministry of Magic would first investigate certain people. No matter how you looked at it, violence was the better option.
"What does his investigation have to do with us? With money, that guy will probably open up easily. As for what happens afterward, we just need to ensure we don't get exposed.
He made his own choice, so whether he gets caught by the Ministry of Magic or sent to Azkaban, that's his own choice, isn't it?"
Draco felt there was no need to care about others' lives; making a choice—and then paying the price, it had always been like that.
As for the deception? The tricks?
That could only be blamed on that guy for not being smart enough!
"There's no need to do that; it just leaves him in the whirlpool," Harry said.
"Giving him a choice he definitely can't refuse, and then leading him into the abyss—isn't that the behavior of demons or capitalists?"
"Heh heh… Is there any difference? Oh, capitalists are in the human world, and they all live very well." Draco's lips curved into an arrogant smile.
Harry thought for a moment; he indeed couldn't refute Draco. Facts proved that people who didn't care about others' lives often lived more comfortably—he used to not quite understand why this was, but this time Draco had made it a bit clearer to him.
A born capitalist scoundrel?!
Thinking this, Harry's eyes held a strange look.
"Why are you looking at me with that look?" Draco said unhappily: "Then what are you going to do? For communication and such, you're still lisping."
"After the potion is ready… then we'll talk!"
Another half a month!
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