Past Squabbles

"Wand-Lighting Charm?" Draco Malfoy asked, puzzled. "That should be a very simple spell, right? It doesn't even require hand gestures... you can use it just by chanting the incantation."

"Yes!" Wizet. "Although it's simple, from the perspective of Arithmancy, there are some remarkable discoveries."

"Have you ever thought about this? What is it that helps you, allowing you to produce light with just a ' Lumos Solem ' spell?"

"I think..." Draco looked bewildered, shaking his head and stammering, "I've never considered something like this before..."

Wizet didn't keep them in suspense, stating directly. "In Arithmancy, I found an answer that stands the test of time, because of 'glory'!"

"Honor?" Upon hearing this word, Draco quickly realized, "The honor of the family?"

"Of course you can understand it that way, because 'glory' comes in many forms..." Wizet took out his wand, "It is hidden in our hearts, and we don't even notice it normally."

"As long as 'honor' exists in one's heart, one can cast the Wand-Lighting Charm ..." He gripped his wand tightly and whispered the incantation, "Lumos Solem!"

As the incantation ended, a glowing light appeared at the tip of the wand.

"This is the most basic Wand-Lighting Charm. Next, we need to... recall the 'glory' in our hearts, such as the moment we won the Quidditch Cup... Lumos Solem!"

Draco watched as the light before him gradually solidified, forming a round ball of light;

He seemed to hear cheers in his ears, and he felt as if he were in Quidditch Pitch, with people all around him chanting "Draco Malfoy," chanting his name!

He could faintly hear cheers, as if he were in the center of Quidditch Pitch, the screams and shouts not only celebrating the victory of the game, but also celebrating his— Draco Malfoy's —victory.

Cheers surged forth again and again, each syllable striking his heart like a hammer blow.

"Draco! Draco! Draco!"

The sounds grew clearer and clearer, and for a moment, he wanted to immerse himself in them.

"Wizet, this is..." He shook his head, trying to break free from the feeling, "I think I heard cheers."

"Just like laughter... a sense of 'honor' can be contagious, making others feel 'honor' as well." Wizet waved her wand, causing the ball of light to dissipate into the air. "Isn't that interesting?"

"Yes! That's very interesting!" Draco nodded, then asked eagerly, "How can one cast such a Wand-Lighting Charm?"

"'Honor' is a very broad concept..." Wizet murmured, "Everyone has their own understanding or experience of it."

"I can only look at it from my own perspective, such as winning a championship or helping others on a train, which can be considered an 'honor'."

"Everyone has a different understanding?" Draco blinked, a thoughtful glint in his eyes.

Try to determine what you consider "honor" based on what Wizet said.

He seemed to see a scene in his mind: during the Sorting Ceremony, the Sorting Hat allowed him to enter Slytherin without any hesitation.

He felt extremely proud at the time. The fact that the Sorting Hat could sort people into different houses so quickly meant that he had not let down his family's honor!

"That's the feeling!" He exhaled, as if he had found his way out of the fog.

It was as if he had returned to that night when he wrote a letter home, and he was extremely excited and couldn't wait to tell his parents that he had become a Slytherin, just like everyone else in his family!

"Lumos Solem!"

Draco's tone was triumphant, and a solid beam of light appeared before him.

This light not only appeared before his eyes, but also seemed to illuminate his heart and appear in his mind.

Memories of the past churned in his mind, especially the memory of his first time boarding the Hogwarts Express and the imminent start of his school life.

He recalled that when the Hogwarts Express arrived at the station, he had an argument with Harry Potter, which even escalated into a physical fight.

He recalled the time he challenged Harry Potter to a duel, but he had no intention of accepting the challenge and even went to Filch to tattle on Harry Potter, trying to get points deducted from his score.

He also recalled his experience today, how he rode his Hippogriff into the sky in order to compete with Harry Potter, and almost made a fool of himself by falling.

Draco suddenly realized that his past actions, all his pursuits and struggles... seemed to be increasingly at odds with the Slytherin qualities he admired.

So-called shrewdness, ambition, and cunning are not about fighting with Harry Potter, complaining to Filch, or using fake injuries to cover up one's embarrassing moments;

That's far too insignificant!

Why chase after Harry Potter when you can do better and have better role models? Why waste time on meaningless trifles?

He should make good use of the resources from his family and work hard to improve his magical abilities so that he can truly embody the qualities of Slytherin!

"Draco... what's wrong?"

"How can it be so bright? Lovegood, what did you do to him?"

Suddenly, the voices of Gregory Goyle Vincent Crabbe came from behind Draco.

Hearing the two voices, Draco snapped out of his daze, his eyes still filled with disbelief.

The ball of light at the tip of his wand, which was originally only the size of a fist, had now grown several times larger, its volume at least equivalent to a Quaffle.

"Goyle, Wizet didn't do anything to me!" Draco quickly interjected to explain.

"These lights are my doing! This is my masterpiece!" He waved his wand, speaking with a hint of boasting, "The 'Glory' Wand-Lighting Charm!"

"Possessing... the Radiant Wand-Lighting Charm?" Gregory Goyle Vincent Crabbe narrowed their eyes, exchanging bewildered glances as they listened to Draco's words, somewhat confused about what Draco was talking about.

Draco didn't explain, but turned to Wizet and asked, "Wizet, what should I do next?"

"Although we can use Arithmancy to break the Wand-Lighting Charm ..." Wizet smiled slightly, "We have a simpler spell, the Extinguishing Charm ... Nox!"

"I completely forgot about that!" Draco chuckled, then quickly chanted a spell over his wand, "Nox!"

After the ball of light dissipated, he frowned slightly, tentatively flicked his wand, and cast the Wand-Lighting Charm once more.

This was a very ordinary spell, without the "glory" attribute, but the halo at the tip of the wand was slightly weaker than before.

"What's going on? This is strange..." Draco asked in confusion. "It seems like my wand isn't as easy to use as before."