Draco immediately called Goyle and Crabbe to go find Silan.
"As long as we can find Prewett, we can just buy a Hippogriff model directly from him. Why bother with the gacha?" Draco secretly applauded his own brilliant idea.
He didn't care about spending more money; he just wanted to get the model as soon as possible.
"We absolutely cannot let Potter outdo us!"
The three of them searched up and down Hogwarts Castle several times, but still couldn't find Silan.
This made Draco extremely irritated.
As they passed by the courtyard, they discovered a large group of people gathered together, enthusiastically playing a model battle game.
The most proud of them all was Ron Hippogriff.
"Honestly, Seamus, your Mooncalf is still too much of a Hippogriff. It really puts me under no pressure." Ron played a command card, Hippogriff instantly reared up and neighed, defeating Seamus's model.
The surrounding students all shook their heads.
"The differences between the models are too great..."
"It seems we need to level the playing field before we can start comparing card skills."
"Hippogriffs should be banned from participating in battles between regular models; that would be fair..."
Draco's eyes widened when he saw the Hippogriff model in Ron's hand, and he couldn't help but mutter enviously, "Poor Weasley!"
Ron, who was beaming with pride, had obviously heard this and immediately turned to look at Draco, looking down at him with his head held high.
"What? Malfoy, you want to try out my Hippogriff and see how powerful it is?"
Although Draco wanted to retort, "My Hippogriff might not be any less powerful," he could only snort coldly, remembering that he hadn't drawn it yet.
Ron winked at him and said sarcastically, "Don't you have a model? Want me to lend you one? But I only have Murtlap. After all, the Hippogriff is a limited edition; even if you have money, you might not be able to buy it."
"What's Hippogriff? I can have one whenever I want." Draco said, forcing himself to save face.
"So that means no." Ron scoffed at him. "Get out of my way, Malfoy. You're not worthy to fight me."
Draco was seething with hatred, trying his best to appear indifferent, but his tone couldn't help but become increasingly resentful. "My father prepared a special gift for me, no less Hippogriff."
"But you don't Hippogriff," Ron said with a grin.
"I have enough pocket money to buy your Weasley stall!" Draco was so angry his head seemed to grow bigger.
"But you don't Hippogriff."
I don't care!
"But you don't Hippogriff."
"Are you ever going to shut up, you damn Weasley!" Malfoy couldn't hold back any longer and glared fiercely at Ron.
Ron wasn't afraid at all. He took two steps closer to Draco, staring at him with wide eyes. "If I hear you insulting my family again, I'll teach you a lesson. You'd better tell the Hospital Wing beforehand, because I'll beat you to a pulp."
"You can try it now!" Malfoy immediately drew his wand.
Ron, having saved up money by collecting dragon dung, had long since bought a new wand and wasn't afraid of him at all. He drew his wand and confronted him head-on.
The surrounding students all gathered around.
Good grief, we just finished watching a model showdown, and now we have a real-life showdown.
Today is truly a wonderful day.
Just as the atmosphere was about to become tense, Goyle suddenly tugged at Draco's sleeve and pointed in a direction.
"What are you doing?!" Draco rolled his greyish-white eyes, staring intently at Goyle, and asked through gritted teeth.
Goyle pointed in one direction in the courtyard and whispered, "It's Prewett!"
Draco immediately turned his head to look in the direction Goyle was pointing and saw Prewett walking down the corridor toward the upper floor.
He had been searching for a long time without finding a trace of Silan. Now that he had finally found his target, he couldn't care less about Ron anymore. He put away his wand and hurriedly chased after Silan.
Ron frowned as he watched Draco hurry away, then put away his wand and followed him, encountering Harry along the way.
Once Harry-Ron Bicycle were gathered, they immediately started moving with a clanging sound.
"Dear Uncle Prewett, wait a minute, I need to talk to you!" Draco was now extremely anxious and didn't care about saving face. He started shouting from a distance, attracting the attention of students on the road.
"What's going on? Prewett is Malfoy's uncle?!"
"Is that right?!"
Draco steeled himself, ignoring the strange looks from his classmates, and quickly caught up with Silan.
"Wait a minute, my dear Uncle Prewett, I have something important to tell you."
Draco used all the honorifics he had ever learned in his life and stood up very properly.
Goyle and Crabbe exchanged a glance and both took a step back to avoid Draco seeing the upturned corners of their mouths.
Silan stopped and looked back, only to find Goyle and Crabbe rushing toward him in a frantic manner, right behind Draco.
"What is it?" Silan asked.
"Well... Goyle and Crabbe, you two go to the side." Draco took a breath and told Goyle and Crabbe to get lost.
He didn't want them to see him begging for help.
Goyle and Crabbe nodded silently, then turned and left cleanly and decisively.
"Let's find a secluded spot to talk." Draco glanced around furtively, then pulled Silan to a quiet corner.
Goyle and Crabbe didn't go far either. After turning a corner, they immediately hid against the wall.
They were facing Harry and Ron.
The four people exchanged a startled glance, their mouths agape in silence, but they didn't utter a word, ultimately pretending not to see each other.
"Let's talk here, I have other things to do," Silan said.
Draco, striving to maintain his Pure-blood wizard's dignity and composure, waited until no one was around before speaking, "There were a lot of people outside. Uncle Prewett, I'll call you uncle now. I'd like to ask you for a... no, I mean, to sell me a model of Hippogriff."
"He must have drawn the wrong card, so he's panicking?" Silan knew perfectly well, but still said mischievously, "Nephew~! I can't help you with this."
"How could this be?" Draco asked, his face filled with disbelief.
"Don't you know? These models have been packaged the same ever since they were produced. Even I don't know which one is the Hippogriff." Silan shook his head helplessly.
[Silver Tongue: Proficiency +1]
Just kidding, if the packaging could conceal the Wizard's Eye, then that packaging would probably be far more valuable than the model itself.
"I know, I know, but isn't this being an outsider?" Draco took another step closer, pointing to himself. "Look at me. Uncle! I'm Draco! Your dear nephew! How can I be an outsider? You'll surely find a way, won't you?"
He no longer held his head high, and his eyes were clear. He kept calling me "uncle" and "nephew," as if we had been relatives for hundreds of years.
Silan was amused by him and began to smile.
This Draco is quite interesting.
The four people who were hiding around the corner and peeping all had strange expressions on their faces.
Goyle and Crabbe stared in disbelief. "This can't be Draco! My dog isn't even this well-behaved!"
Ron grimaced and whispered to Harry, "This guy's like a piece of chewing gum!"
"Because he knows only Silan can help him." Harry looked at Draco, whose head no longer dared to be held high, and thought to himself, "Silan really knows how to handle things; he can even manage Malfoy..."
Seeing Draco's earnest, longing gaze, Silan asked with interest, "You really want it?"
... Divider Line...
Sorry, another chapter will be added later. I've been too busy with work lately.