A Different Kind of Training

Above the castle, Draco sat on Nimbus 2001, opposite him Aaron, who sat on a dark blue Magic Carpet.

"I'm going to die," Draco said, both nervous and excited.

Aaron nodded, then opened a wooden box and released the Golden Snitch inside.

The golden sphere's wings vibrated at a high frequency, emitting a 'buzzing' sound, and soon it became a golden afterimage, moving erratically at high speed in the air.

However, due to the enchantment cast upon it, the Golden Snitch's flight range was somewhat limited, and it could only fly around the Malfoy Manor.

"The Golden Snitch is the Seeker's target on the Quidditch Pitch, but there are other things on the pitch besides the Golden Snitch," Aaron said, tossing the Quaffle up from the crate.

The bright red Quaffle began to dart around erratically, circling in mid-air a few times before disappearing from sight.

"Now comes the important part."

The Bludger, as you should know, is highly aggressive and the most dangerous ball in Quidditch.

Draco nodded. This was common sense, common sense that everyone who liked Quidditch knew.

"Your training will consist of catching the Golden Snitch."

"Huh? It's that simple?" Draco was stunned for a moment, somewhat unable to react. "Actually, this is how I trained before you came."

"They are aware, but not highly so."

You should know how effective one person's training can be, but a competition is never a one-person affair; there are teammates and, naturally, opponents.

However, in the following training sessions, you will have no teammates; I will be your opponent.

"What's the meaning?"

Draco asked with some concern. He didn't think he was as strong as Aaron. If Aaron were his opponent, it wasn't a question of whether he could win, but how long he could last.

Aaron raised an eyebrow, picked up his bat, and swung it symbolically. "I'll keep attacking you with my Bludger until you catch the Golden Snitch."

Besides the ones I catch up with myself, every five minutes I will use a Accio to recall a Bludger that is far away from you, and then attack it.

You can only hide, not fight back.

"You decide when to end training: either catch the Golden Snitch, or I'll knock you off the broom."

"This isn't fair!" Draco swallowed hard, his heart leaping into his throat as he looked at the two Bludger in the wooden crate, ready to fly out at any moment.

This is a ten-inch ball made of iron; if you get hit by it, you're lucky you'll break a bone.

"Draco, I'll give you a lesson for free every day."

There is no such thing as fairness in this world; only the weak seek fairness.

Believe it or not, my training methods are a joke to those well-known international teams; their training is much more rigorous.

"I believe that, but..."

"No buts," Aaron said immediately, then looked at Draco seriously. "You just need to tell me whether you accept it or not."

Draco hesitated for a moment, his gaze unconsciously shifting towards the castle. Through a window, he saw Lucius and Narcissa watching him, and nodded solemnly. "I accept. Malfoy is no weakling."

Hearing this, Aaron scoffed, "Whether you're weak or not is never up to you to decide."

However, your answer was quite good; at least it proves that you don't want to be seen as weak.

Dobby.

"Here it is." The House Elf standing on the ground immediately raised the medicine box high in its hands. "All sorts of Potions are ready. I'll keep a close eye on the young master, and if anything goes wrong..."

At this point, Dobby remembered something and immediately shut his mouth, banging his head against the medicine box repeatedly.

Aaron was exasperated. He had hoped the House-elf would make its presence known, and if it performed well, the master would be in a good mood, and his days at the Malfoy family might be a little easier.

But it turned out he was overthinking it; he couldn't seize Dobby given to him.

"You see," Draco shrugged. "Dobby is used to abusing himself, and I doubt he'll ever change."

"Alright, let's begin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Aaron swung his bat and sent a Bludger flying.

Draco immediately dodged, but he had barely avoided the first one when the second Bludger grazed past his head.

"This is a lesson; there were two Bludger on the field."

Even though you have teammates, you must always be prepared to be isolated and helpless.

Draco glanced silently at the intimidating baseball bat in Aaron's hand, then immediately turned and chased after the Golden Snitch.

Aaron smiled and controlled the Magic Carpet to find the swimming ball.

Since they were in someone else's house, he still let Draco take advantage of him a little. The Magic Carpet was fast, but in the current situation, it was far less convenient than Flying Broomstick.

Draco's eyes darted around as he diligently searched for the Golden Snitch while flying at high speed.

However, the two frisbees kept flying past him, seriously affecting his concentration, and there was also a Quaffle around the field, interfering with his vision.

Compared to this kind of training, his usual training is just playing house, completely lacking the excitement of being on the court.

However, the level of danger has also increased several notches, and you could be knocked off the field if you're not careful.

Draco persisted for about ten minutes, and amidst the whooshing sounds of the whistling balls and Quaffle, he spotted a flash of golden light.

Before he could even feel happy for three seconds, a strong sense of crisis surged into his mind. Draco instinctively turned to the side, and a ball flew past him on his right, leaving a clear half-mark on his robe.

"Someone seems to have forgotten that I launch a precise attack every few minutes."

"I haven't forgotten," Draco shouted.

"That would be best. Dobby of us want to open our medicine boxes today, do we?"

Draco rolled his eyes, turned his head to look, his eyes widened instantly, and he even unintentionally swore.

The Golden Snitch that was still there had disappeared, and he had to find a new target amidst the attacks of the whirlpool and the Quaffle.

Seeing this, Aaron silently mourned for Draco for a second, then decided to add a little pressure to him.

He casually placed the ball on the Magic Carpet, took a bottle of soda and some snacks from Abei's pocket, and then shouted "Go Ahead!"

Draco stumbled and nearly fell off the broom.

What are you doing?

"As Seeker, you can't be influenced by the crowd's voice."

The Golden Snitch is your target.

"But aren't you being a bit too... It feels like you're making fun of me."

"Heh!" Aaron shook his head. "You need to understand one thing: on the Quidditch field, your supporters will cheer you on, while your opponents will do the exact opposite and try every means to interfere with you."

I bet Harry Potter wouldn't be too happy to hear your voice on the court.

"I understand," Draco said with a wry smile. "Although I'm not happy about it, I still think what you said makes a lot of sense."

"Go on!" Aaron took a bite of his biscuit and waved his hand impatiently.

Draco's smile grew increasingly bitter, but he still turned to look for the Golden Snitch.

Inside the castle, Narcissa watched this scene, her eyes twitching slightly. "This child is truly... interesting!"

"It was quite interesting, but Draco's training today was more effective than his usual week's training, which will help him."

"More than that!" Narcissa smiled meaningfully. "Slytherin's Quidditch team and becoming their Seeker will, to some extent, enhance the Malfoy family's reputation and also give Draco some fame."

But what's more important?

"You know me best." Lucius gave his wife a warm smile, then turned his gaze to Aaron. "I want Draco to build a good relationship with the heir of the Hidden Family, so that Malfoy can have a way out."

Upon hearing this, Narcissa's expression immediately turned serious, and a hint of panic inevitably appeared in her eyes.

Lucius immediately comforted him, saying, "The situation might not be so bad. That person may never come back."

"Keep that to yourself and don't believe it!"

The You-Know-Who's condition is poor, but we all know how powerful his magic is; he won't die so easily.

"Shh!"

Lucius made a shushing gesture. Although he was in his own home, he was still uneasy about the You-Know-Who.

Seeing her husband so silent and trembling, Narcissa didn't know how to comfort him, after all, the You-Know-Who was an indelible shadow in their hearts.

"I have been trying my best to clean up the mess and erase the connection between Malfoy and that person."

But it's better to be safe than sorry.

What if that person were to be resurrected? What if that person were to regain control of the Magic World? What if that person were to force Malfoy to submit again? What if..."

Lucius said "what if" three times in a row, but when he got to the fourth, he didn't have the courage to continue. Instead, he took a deep breath and looked out the window at Aaron. "With his family's protection, even if something happens to the two of us, Draco won't be implicated."

Malfoy had a brief collaboration with his family several hundred years ago, but it was more of an employer-employee relationship than a collaboration.

At that time, Malfoy came to the conclusion that those families would not interfere in any affairs of the Magic World, but even in the most chaotic times, they had the ability to remain untainted.