Draco Malfoy, Master of Curses

The Dementor had consumed the soul and was visibly recovering.

But Eli had not kept this thing as a pet. Recovered? Then it could keep serving as a sparring partner.

Ron stepped forward with his Wand. He had finally gotten a new one.

Last term, Ron had snapped his Wand. Not only had he received a Howler, but he had also been severely scolded after returning home for the holidays.

Still, out with the old, in with the new. That Wand had been his brother Charlie Weasley's old Wand.

In the Wizarding World, it was universally accepted that the Wand chose the wizard. Charlie's Wand simply had not suited Ron.

On top of that, the Wand had been unbelievably old. The Weasley Family had not had the means to maintain it, and the Unicorn Hair inside had even been exposed.

Fortunately, it had broken, allowing Ron to finally obtain a Wand that truly belonged to him.

Fourteen inches, Willow Wood, Unicorn Hair.

The entire Weasley Family used Unicorn Hair cores. They were stable and loyal, but completely unsuitable for Dark Magic.

Once Ron had a Wand of his own, his talent for spellcasting immediately began to show.

After several attempts, Ron managed to produce some white light. It looked a little clumsy, but it already surpassed many wizards.

Very few people could successfully cast it on their first day.

However, that also had something to do with Ron's vivid imagination. Ron's thoughts were simple. Though he had a slight inferiority complex, he was also easily satisfied.

As long as he imagined himself becoming a prefect, Head Boy, and Quidditch captain, he could not help laughing out loud.

No matter what, Ron had at least taken the first step toward the Patronus Charm.

Next was Draco. Born into the ancient Malfoy