Chapter 152 Rare Materials Are Hard to Get
"Drag?" Draco paused for a moment, then reacted, "You mean for me to stall for time?"
"Exactly!" Aaron nodded, "The key to Quidditch is the Golden Snitch; catching it earns one hundred and fifty points and ends the match.
However, this doesn't mean the other players are just for show; as long as the score exceeds the opponent's by one hundred and fifty points or more, then even if the opponent snatches the Golden Snitch, it will only be a prettier loss."
Upon hearing this, Draco's expression kept changing, and for a moment, he was hesitant.
This tactic was very stable; he knew his limits, his flying talent was indeed a tiny bit worse than Harry Potter's, and the equipment advantage wasn't significant.
But to stall Harry during the match and prevent him from catching the Golden Snitch, he was quite confident he could do it.
And for the remaining Chasers and Beaters, with the speed of their Nimbus 2001s, it wouldn't be a problem to exceed the opponent's score by one hundred and fifty points or even more, but he just felt unwilling.
He had finally become Slytherin's Seeker and could compete against the famous Harry Potter, but he could only win using such an inglorious method, and he wouldn't feel much accomplishment even if he won.
Seeing Draco's expression, Aaron knew what he was thinking, and chuckled, "If a head-on confrontation isn't an option, then we can only work on tactics."
Draco's mouth twitched, "I'm not that bad, am I?"
"Don't misunderstand, I didn't mean that.
Your flying talent is already quite good in the Quidditchteam; with some training and the advantage in speed, you might even be able to defeat Harry Potter.
But this takes time, and there's a certain risk, with a fifty-fifty chance of winning or losing.
My idea, while it won't let you shine like a star, will secure victory in the match.
Of course, I'm giving you the method, but how you choose is up to you."
Draco frowned in thought, and two little figures appeared in his mind.
One told him to choose A: seek wealth in danger, with a fifty percent chance, it was worth a shot.
The other told him to choose B: winning was enough, and it didn't matter if he stood out or not.
"Oh, right, you just said Mr. Lucius would also come to Hogwarts to watch the match?
What if, and I mean what if he sees that he invested a sum of money into the Slytherin team, but his good son lost to Harry Potter? I wonder what he would think."
Draco shivered at the thought of his father's worried face.
The little figure advocating for option B suddenly cast a Killing Curse at the figure suggesting option A, blasting it to smithereens.
"I know what to do now," Draco said in a deep voice, "The outcome is what matters most."
Aaron's lips curled slightly; his efforts in persuasion had not been in vain.
"Congratulations, you've made the right choice."
Draco wasn't very excited; instead, he seemed somewhat disheartened, "This tactic is fine, but will Flint and the others have an opinion?"
"You tell them it's from me," Aaron said domineeringly, "Marcus, though simple-minded and bad-tempered, knows better than anyone what to choose, or he wouldn't be captain."
"Then I'm relieved."
Time without classes always flew by, and before he knew it, it was evening.
Aaron was alone in his dormitory, concentrating on drawing a magic circle, but this time, he wasn't using paper and pen as mediums, but rather his wand to draw in the air.
It took a full half-minute before a green magic circle, the size of a manhole cover, was completed.
A hurricane erupted from the magic circle, blowing his desk to the corner of the room.
"Feels pretty good," Aaron muttered, feeling a slight sense of accomplishment.
This was his first time drawing a magic circle without the aid of physical objects, using only his own magic; although it took a bit longer, he succeeded nonetheless.
Normally, he would practice on paper to improve his proficiency, carefully controlling the input of magic power.
Each practice session used less than one point of magicenergy, so no matter what type of magic circle it was, there would be no obvious effect.
But this time, he increased the input of magic energy, using about ten points of magic energy to summon a hurricane strong enough to push a desk.
"If I increased the magic energy input several times, this bedroom might be torn to shreds by the hurricane!" Aaronthought to himself, but he also felt that with his Magician-level magic, without any materials, this was probably the most he could do, and drawing a magic circle to this standard would take him even more time.
If he wanted to increase the power of the magic circle beyond this, he would probably have to use some special drawing materials.
"I wonder how much a Wizard's blood can boost its power," Aaron looked down at his palm, and this thought involuntarily popped into his mind.
But the next moment, he cleared this terrifying thought from his mind; he wasn't desperate enough to mutilate himself for such a trivial matter; at worst, he could go back and ask his ancestor Wehert.
Furthermore, even if he really had to experiment with blood, it couldn't be his own; other Wizards... that wouldn't work either. Although he had a great desire for power, he knew that certain bottom lines absolutely could not be crossed, because beyond the bottom line often lay an abyss.
Thinking of this, Aaron suddenly shivered, then took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.
Just then, Abey ran up to him, pulling a piece of bread and a few oranges from his pocket.
"Thanks, I really need to refuel," Aaron patted Abey's head, then suddenly realized something and stared intently at the cute white pet.
He dared not think of Wizard blood, but perhaps pet blood could be tried.
Abey was a Holy Dragon, a Dragon King among Dragons; its blood was far more valuable than a Wizard's.
Seeing his master's eager gaze, the adorable pet couldn't help but shiver, stepping back with a thud.
Aaron, seeing this, put it on the bed with a wry smile, then asked it seriously, "If your master, me, gets into trouble and needs you to make a small sacrifice, would you be willing?"
Abey didn't hesitate, nodding very decisively.
"Very good, then could I borrow a little of your blood?"
Abey froze for a moment; with its intelligence, it immediately understood what Aaron wanted its blood for.
It still didn't hesitate, but it shook its head decisively, muttering, "No."
"You hypocritical Dragon cub, it's just a little blood!
What's there to be reluctant about?"
"This Dragon baby is only one year old, and it's afraid of pain."
Hearing this, Aaron's face darkened.
It was true that Abey was one year old, but he had spent a lot of magic points on it, force-feeding it to the level of an Advanced Magician. When it transformed, it was over three meters tall, and this damn thing actually claimed to be a baby.
"Are you really not lending it?"
Abey squatted on the bed, its front paws crossed over its chest, and turned its head away, "No."
"What if I insist!"
Abey was silent for two seconds, then silently extended its right paw, not speaking, but just looking at its master with teary eyes.
"Hiss!" Aaron gasped, suddenly feeling his heart being heavily struck.
Who the hell could stand this! Hurting such a cute creature was simply a crime.
"I was just joking, we don't need to go that far."
Abey nodded aggrievedly, but quickly retracted its paw.
"This acting..." Aaron smacked his lips, "Forget it, I won't bother you with this again."
Abey immediately broke into a smile, and a few glistening drops fell onto the bed.
Aaron's eyes lit up; he heard that Phoenix Tears could heal injuries, so perhaps Holy Dragon tears also had special effects.
"Uh... I don't want the blood anymore, but what about the tears?"
"No," Abey once again adopted the posture of crossed arms, roaring in Dragon Language, "I can't believe my beloved master would abuse pets."
"If not, then so be it," Aaron was speechless; he couldn't get blood or tears, so only saliva was left.
This kind of liquid didn't require discussion with Abey; just put a plate of meat in front of it, and he could get as much as he wanted.
But the problem was, using saliva as a material for drawing magic circles, he wasn't that desperate yet.
Aaron lay on the bed, placing Abey in his arms, trying his best to soothe its emotions.
It was just raw material; perhaps it wasn't that complicated. If he couldn't get Holy Dragon blood, he could still get Dragon blood.
He would write a letter to Gines in a while and ask him to send some over.
One person and one Dragon thus fell into a dream, but less than a few hours after falling asleep, Aaron was woken up.
He looked at the vigilant Abey and asked with some concern, "Had a nightmare?
Sorry, I might have scared you tonight, but that was really just a joke.
You know me; even if you were truly willing, I wouldn't experiment with your blood and tears."
Abey shook its head, letting out a low growl, "I heard some terrifying sounds."
Aaron frowned, sat up from the bed, and carefully examined his single dormitory, finding nothing unusual.
"You must have misheard?"
"Didn't mishear," Abey replied in Dragon Language, "Disgusting, terrifying, cold, not like a human."
Aaron couldn't help but shiver, then calmed down to feel for himself, but with his physical qualities far exceeding ordinary people, he only heard his own breathing and heartbeat.
"You must have had a nightmare, I didn't hear anything."
"The sound only lasted for a while, Master, it's normal that you didn't hear it," Abey murmured.
Aaron dismissed it, and lay back down, "I admit you scared me, but now I'm very tired and want to sleep.
You too, get some good rest, we can talk about it tomorrow."