Rare Materials Are Hard to Come By

"Drag?" Draco paused for a moment before realizing what he meant. "You mean you want me to stall for time?"

"That's right!" Aaron nodded. "The key to Quidditch is the Golden Snitch. Catching it will earn you 100 points and mean the end of the match."

However, this doesn't mean the other team members are just for show. As long as their score exceeds the opponent's by more than 100 points, even if the opponent steals the Golden Snitch, it's just a slightly better outcome.

Upon hearing this, Draco's expression shifted repeatedly, and he hesitated for a moment.

This tactic is very sound. He is self-aware; his flying talent is indeed slightly inferior to Harry Potter's, and his equipment advantage is not significant either.

However, he still has a pretty good chance of holding Harry back during the match and preventing him from stealing the Golden Snitch.

The remaining Chaser and Beater, with their Nimbus 2001 speed, could easily surpass their opponents by 100 points or even more, but he just felt unwilling to accept it.

Having finally become Seeker in Slytherin and able to compete against the famous Harry Potter, he could only win using this less-than-honorable method, and even if he won, he wouldn't feel much sense of accomplishment.

Seeing Draco's expression, Aaron knew what he was thinking and chuckled, "If we can't defeat him in a head-on confrontation, then we can only work on tactics."

Draco's lips twitched. "I'm not that bad, am I?"

"Don't misunderstand, I didn't mean that."

Your flying talent is already quite good for the Quidditch team. With some training and the advantage of speed, you might be able to beat Harry Potter.

However, this takes time and carries a certain risk; the outcome is uncertain.

My idea may not make you shine like a star, but it can help you win the game.

"I'll give you the method, but you can decide which one to choose."

Draco frowned in thought, two little figures appearing in his mind.

If he's given the choice A, and fortune favors the bold, then even with a 50% chance of success, it's worth taking the plunge.

He could choose option B; as long as he could win, it didn't matter whether he got to show off or not.

"By the way, you just said that Mr. Lucius be coming to Hogwarts to watch the game?"

"What if—I mean, what if he sees that he's spent a lot of money investing in the Slytherin House Team, but his own son loses to Harry Potter? I wonder what he'd think."

Draco imagined himself looking at his own gloomy face and couldn't help but shudder.

The villain who advocated choosing option B suddenly unleashed a Killing Curse on the villain who suggested choosing option A, obliterating it into nothingness.

"I know what to do," Draco said in a deep voice. "The result is the most important thing."

Aaron's lips curled up slightly; all his efforts had been worthwhile.

"Congratulations, you made the right choice."

Draco wasn't particularly excited; in fact, he seemed somewhat disheartened. "The tactic is fine, but won't Flint and the others have objections?"

"Tell them that I'm the one who made the decision," Aaron said domineeringly. "Although Marcus is simple-minded and has a bad temper, he knows better than anyone how to make the right choice, otherwise he wouldn't be the captain."

"Then I'm relieved."

Time always flies when you don't have to go to class, and before you know it, it's evening.

Aaron was engrossed in drawing Magic Array alone in his dormitory, but this time he didn't use paper or pen; instead, he used his Wand to draw it in the air.

It took a full half minute for a green Magic Array the size of a manhole cover to be drawn.

A hurricane erupted from the Magic Array, blowing his desk to the corner of the wall.

"It feels pretty good," Aaron murmured, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

This was the first time he had ever drawn Magic Array without using any physical objects, relying solely on his own magical power. Although it took a little longer than expected, he managed to succeed.

He usually improves his proficiency by practicing on paper, carefully controlling his magic power.

Each practice session uses only a tiny amount of Magical Energy, so no matter what type of Magic Array it is, it won't have any noticeable effect.

But this time he greatly increased his Magical Energy output, using about ten points of Magical Energy to summon a hurricane capable of moving the desk.

"If the Magical Energy output were increased several times more, this bedroom might be torn apart by a hurricane!" Aaron thought to himself. However, he could also sense that with his magic power as a beginner Magus, he could only do this much without the help of any materials. Moreover, according to this standard, he would need to spend even more time inscribing the Magic Array.

If you want to increase the power of the Magic Array on this basis, you'll probably have to use some special drawing materials.

"I wonder how much the power of Warlock's blood can be amplified." Aaron looked down at his palm, and the thought involuntarily popped into his mind.

But the next moment he cleared that terrible thought from his mind. He wasn't about to hurt himself over such a trivial matter; he could always go back and ask his ancestor Weihert.

Even assuming that blood experiments are truly necessary, one shouldn't use blood alone; other Warlock should be involved...

That won't do either. Although he has a great desire for power, he knows that there are certain bottom lines that must never be crossed, because behind those bottom lines often lies the Abyss.

Thinking of this, Aaron suddenly shuddered, then took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

At this moment, Abei ran up to him and took out a bread and a few oranges from his pocket.

"Thank you, I do need to replenish my energy." Aaron patted Abei's head, then suddenly realized something, and looked at the cute white pet with a goosebump.

He dared not even think about using the blood of Warlock, but perhaps he could give it a try with the blood of a pet.

Abei is Holy Dragon, a dragon king among dragons, and its blood is much more valuable than that of Warlock.

Seeing its owner's eager gaze, the adorable pet couldn't help but shiver and took a step back.

Seeing this, Aaron was both amused and exasperated. He placed it on the bed and then asked it in a serious tone, "If your master encounters trouble and needs you to make a small sacrifice, would you be willing?"

Without hesitation, Abei nodded decisively.

"It's very painful. Could you lend me some of your blood?"

Abei paused for a moment, then, with its intelligence intact, it immediately understood what Aaron wanted it to do with the blood.

It didn't hesitate, but resolutely shook its head, muttering, "I won't lend it."

"You hypocritical Dragon Cub, it's just a little blood."

What is there to be reluctant about?

"This little dragon is only one year old and is afraid of pain."

Upon hearing this, Aaron's face darkened.

Abei is indeed one year old, but he spent a lot of Magic Points on it, feeding it to the level of High-level Mage. When it transforms, it is more than three meters tall. How can he call this a baby?

"You really won't lend it to me?"

Abei squatted on the bed, crossed his arms with his front paws, and turned his head to the side. "No."

"What if I really insist!"

Abei remained silent for two seconds, then silently extended its paw without saying a word, only looking at its master with teary eyes.

"Hiss!" Aaron gasped, suddenly feeling as if his heart had been struck.

Who could stand this?! It's practically a crime to hurt such a cute creature.

"I was just joking, it's not that serious."

Abei nodded aggrievedly, but quickly withdrew his paw.

"That acting..." Aaron clicked his tongue. "Fine, I won't try anything with you again."

Abei immediately stopped crying and started laughing, a few tears falling onto the bed.

Aaron's eyes lit up. He had heard that the tears of the Phoenix could heal injuries, so perhaps the tears of the Holy Dragon would also have special effects.

"Um... I don't want the blood, but could I have the tears?"

"No." Abei crossed his arms again and roared in the Dragon Language, "I never thought my beloved master would abuse his pet."

"If it doesn't work, then forget it." Aaron was speechless. He couldn't get blood or tears, so all he had left was saliva.

This liquid doesn't require consulting Abei; just put a plate of meat in front of it, and it will have as much as it wants.

The problem is, he's not so desperate as to use saliva as a material to inscribe Magic Array.

Aaron lay down on the bed, held Abei in his arms, and tried to soothe its emotions.

It's just raw materials, maybe not that complicated. We don't have the blood of the Holy Dragon, but we can still get the blood of the Dragon.

I'll write to Jeans after a while and ask him to send some over.

The man and the dragon drifted off to sleep, but Aaron was woken up just a few hours later.

He looked at Abei, who was wary, and asked with some concern, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Sorry, I might have scared you tonight, but it was really just a joke.

You know me well; even if you were truly willing, I would never use your blood and tears for experiments.

Abei shook his head and growled, "I heard some terrible noises."

Aaron frowned, sat up in bed, and carefully looked around his single dormitory room, but found nothing unusual.

You must have misheard me.

"You heard me right." Abei replied to Yu in the Dragon Language, "Disgusting, horrible, cold, not human."

Aaron shuddered slightly, then calmed himself down to feel it, but even with his superhuman physical abilities, he could only hear his own breathing and heartbeat.

"You must be having a nightmare, I didn't hear anything."

"The sound only lasted for a short while, so it's normal that you couldn't hear it, Master," Abei murmured.

Aaron didn't seem to care and lay back down. "I admit you scared me, but I'm tired now and want to sleep."

You too, take a rest and we'll talk about it tomorrow.