Equivalent Exchange

To strike a snake, you aimed for its weak spot. Draco had handed Luo Bin his on a platter.

"Ah, I spent all afternoon racking my brain for ways to sharpen your eyesight. I came up with a few that are useful without being tiring, but... someone doesn't seem keen on listening to his coach!"

"Eyesight?! What ways? Tell me!"

Draco pulled his blanket tight around himself and spoke urgently.

"I'll tell you after you apologize to Hermione!"

Luo Bin waved his wand and turned to wash up. Draco fell back onto the bed with a thud. He wanted to follow Luo Bin and ask about the training, but he was afraid of being hexed again.

Besides, Luo Bin always kept his word. Once he made a decision, a hundred Hungarian Horntails couldn't drag him away from it.

Training meant apologizing to a Mudblood. It meant losing face in front of everyone. This...

Training or apology?

Draco tossed and turned all night without reaching a decision.

Early Sunday morning, Draco arrived at the Quidditch Pitch holding his Nimbus 2001. From a distance, he saw Harry catch the Golden Snitch. The Gryffindor Quidditch Team seemed used to it and didn't cheer.

"Draco, today's training is the same as yesterday's. Watch the Golden Snitch's wings and predict which way it'll fly," Luo Bin said, holding the Golden Snitch.

Draco mounted his broomstick and signaled for Luo Bin to release it. For the next two hours, the little golden ball ran rings around him. Forget seeing its wings—he barely caught sight of it at all.

Luo Bin shook his head helplessly, mounted his Nimbus 2000, and sped around the pitch several times before catching the increasingly wily Golden Snitch.

After landing steadily, he addressed the boy sulking nearby. "Draco, do you know why