"I really couldn't do anything. They just wouldn't listen to me. Most people only know me as a Seeker. Oh, and some say I'm your sidekick," Draco said helplessly. "It's not that I didn't want to finish the job."
Will looked at Draco and found it rather funny. Thanks to his interference, Draco was nothing like the one from the original timeline.
The old "Draco Malfoy, the stuck-up brat" had turned into a model student. He no longer went out of his way to trouble Harry and the others. He had even studied Healing Magic under Madam Pomfrey and become Dumbledore's mole.
As a result, Draco did not stand out much within Slytherin. Aside from the few who knew Voldemort was living at Malfoy Manor, there was nothing particularly special about him.
More Slytherins had their sights set on joining the High Tower. Families close to the senior Death Eaters, such as the Parkinson family and the Greengrass family, were all pushing their children to get close to Will.
"Don't worry, Draco." Will leaned back on the sofa, looking quite pleased. "I can help you."
Draco froze for a moment, then brightened. If Will said he had a way, then he certainly did.
Will instructed him, "In a few days, you'll become Head Boy. With that as a pretext, you can win over the people you're targeting in Slytherin. Of course, if anyone from the other houses genuinely wants to join you, take them in too.
"And don't overlook the pure-blood families with similar leanings. If they show even the slightest interest in joining the Death Eaters, approach them. If you can't win them over, write down their names and give me a list."
"What?" Draco had not quite caught up. "Wait, Head Boy? I'm not even a Prefect."
"So