"The Battle of Hastings. The English Malfoy family was born here..."
Lucius flicked his wand, and the mirage shifted. A battlefield slowly appeared...
Two infantry regiments clashed. Blood turned the earth to mud. They roared and fought without pause, and no one retreated.
Suddenly, a cavalry unit swept in from the flank, lances raised, charging viciously into the fray.
"The Harold Cavalry..."
"Hold the line! The Duke will come to our aid..."
"Fight to the death! Stand your ground! Charge with me, charge..."
Roar after roar, as if torn from the depths of their hearts, rallied the comrades scattered by the cavalry. Together, they held their ground and fought to the death.
Yet infantry were powerless against cavalry.
One warrior after another was run through by a lance or knocked flying by a warhorse. But they gritted their teeth, refusing to cry out in pain lest they shake their comrades' resolve.
"Whose warriors are they?" Draco asked excitedly, his blood pounding.
"William the Conqueror's bravest warriors..."
Lucius's voice came from behind the mirage, low and proud. "And the bravest Golden Cavalry beneath the throne..."
As Lucius spoke, a unit of cavalry charged out. Their numbers were clearly smaller, yet they fearlessly rode to meet the enemy, without the slightest hesitation.
At their head was a man in a silver helmet, carrying a large shield. The hand concealed behind it held a wooden stick—not very long. It was a wizard's wand.
Long, pale-gold hair streamed from beneath his helmet, fluttering behind him as his horse galloped. It was still speckled with blood, proof that they had just come from battle.
"This is... This is..." Draco was so excited he could barely speak.
"Our ancestor—Armand Malfoy," Lucius declared.
In the mirage, the first Malfoy swung his wand. Flames surged forth, scorching the