In front of Hog's Head is a gentle slope that slopes down to the left and up to the right, forming a wave-like arc.
A large group of students surrounded Draco as he stood atop the hill, looking down at Silan and Hermione below.
Draco was arrogant and haughty.
The students behind him also laughed and cheered, looking like they were enjoying the show.
Snape frowned, his face grim, thinking, "What on earth is Malfoy doing?! I really should write a letter to Lucius and tell him to discipline his son."
Silan found this very strange.
Is Malfoy finally free of stiff neck?
For a while, every time Sheryl saw Draco, Silan noticed that his neck was stiff and his head was held high, as if he had a stiff neck.
It's finally all better today.
But why are so many people gathered here?
Draco stood atop the hill, pursing his lips, his head tilted at a 45-degree angle as he gazed at the sky, a look of triumph after hardship.
Finally!
The day has finally come!
Draco looked grief-stricken, recalling the humiliation he had suffered in the past and the countless days and nights he had spent studying throughout the summer.
All the hard work has been for this moment!
If he can defeat Prewett in front of everyone, he can get everything he wants.
Glory bows to me, and my reputation spreads throughout the school!
"I've finally waited for this day!" Draco looked down at Silan with smug satisfaction. "Prewett, I've wanted to tell you this for so long, I've been dreaming about it day and night!"
The crowd behind him was getting impatient.
"Are we going to fight or not?"
"That's right, hurry up and get going!"
Draco turned and glared fiercely at the noisy crowd, thinking, "These people are really impatient."
However, it is indeed time.
He turned to look at Silan, took a deep breath, and prepared to make his move.
Suddenly, the surroundings fell silent.
The crowd was completely silent.
All eyes were on Draco, which made him so excited that his scalp tingled.
Just as he was about to make his move, a sudden figure Accio from the sky.
It was an Eagle Owl, its facial feathers a mix of dark brown and white, with an eagle-like tail, and a dark red letter dangling from its yellow beak.
The Eagle Owl is the fastest flying owl of all owls and is not commonly seen among Messenger.
Draco recognized the Eagle Owl.
This was Messenger his father had bought at a high price; it only delivered the most urgent messages.
The dark red envelope suggests that this news is related to the family's fate.
Draco's heart tightened; this kind of news couldn't be delayed.
He stopped what he was doing and stretched out his arm.
Eagle Owl fell from the sky like a bullet, landing on his arm and handing him the letter.
Draco didn't bother looking for any tools and simply tore the letter open along the edge of the envelope.
After a quick glance, Draco's expression changed drastically, and he froze on the spot, his body stiff.
"How is this possible!"
An old wizard in the Hog's Head was taken aback when he saw the dark red and gold-embossed letter in Draco's hand. "Dark Red and Gold-Embossed Letter?"
A young adult wizard, puzzled, asked in a low voice, "What's the meaning of this letter?"
"I've heard that this is the highest-ranking letter from the Malfoy family, and its contents are usually closely related to the family's fate." The old wizard stared intently at the letter in Draco's hand, glancing at Silan with a puzzled look. "Could it be related to him?"
"How is that possible? He's still a student!"
The young wizard exclaimed, "How could he possibly influence the fate of the Malfoy family? They've been around for over a thousand years!"
"It can't be wrong," the old wizard murmured, "I just don't know what's written on it..."
"Impossible... Absolutely impossible!" Draco stammered, glancing at Silan with a look of utter astonishment.
He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, as if needles of solid ice were piercing every pore of his body, making him shiver and almost lose his balance.
Draco took the letter in his hand with an incredulous look and examined it carefully, rubbing it with the pads of his fingers.
The dark red stationery, with gold foil embossed around the edges, had a unique tactile feel. This type of stationery was used only for the highest-ranking letters within the Malfoy family.
The information written on it has always been closely related to the family's fate.
Draco suppressed his disbelief and glanced at the envelope one last time.
The above content is very simple, without any small talk or greetings, just a concise and straightforward statement:
"Silan Prewett is an important ally of the Malfoy family. Draco, you need to get close to him, build a good relationship with him, and ideally become his friend."
"Absolutely! Absolutely!"
At the very bottom is Lucius Malfoy's signature.
"Impossible! This must be Prewett's scheme! When did he become an important ally of the Malfoy family? How come I didn't know?" Draco was filled with questions, his head buzzing like a bunch of mischievous House-elf.
But the letter in his hand was specially made; only members of the Malfoy family could identify it, so it couldn't be fake.
And the signature is genuine.
Although he still couldn't believe it, all the evidence pointed to the fact that it was all true.
Prewett has become an important ally that even his own father has to take seriously!
How could I possibly become his enemy?
Despite being completely baffled, Draco felt that none of it mattered anymore.
You can't only consider yourself a member of the Malfoy when you're enjoying the family's benefits, Draco quickly convinced himself.
"I must prioritize the family's interests!"
Both his trust in his father and his loyalty to his family allowed Draco to quickly accept reality.
Those around him froze, their expressions shifting, after he opened the letter; they were all growing impatient.
"What's wrong, Malfoy? Are you scared?"
"Didn't you say you wanted to challenge Prewett and teach him a lesson? Well then, why don't you go for it!"
"I came because I heard there was a wizard duel. What's going on? Why hasn't it started yet?"
The crowd cheered loudly, "Go, Malfoy! Let's see what you're made of!"
Some people booed loudly. "Are you scared?"
After drinking the Polyjuice Potion, Goyle and Crabbe, who had transformed into other people, started shouting loudly.
"What's the rush? Malfoy is preparing!"
"I dare say, Prewett is no match for him! You'll see once Malfoy makes his move!"
Draco turned and glared at them both, then snapped, "Shut up, both of you!"
Goyle and Crabbe were speechless and dared not say another word.
When Draco turned around, he found that Ron and Harry had appeared out of nowhere and were standing in front of Silan, acting as his left and right protectors.