The craze for practicing Double-Wand Casting lasted less than two weeks at Hogwarts before coming to an end, thanks to the professors' warnings and the sobering sight of nearly twenty normally outstanding students being carried into the Hospital Wing one after another.
The young wizards learned two things through personal experience.
Someone else being able to do something was an entirely different matter from you being able to do it.
Sometimes, the gap between two people was greater than the gap between a person and a gnome.
All right, those two things actually meant the same thing.
Because of this, Tris showed signs of becoming something of a legend at school.
But the young wizards' attention shifted quickly. From a hot topic to something everyone tried, then something no one cared about, the whole affair lasted barely two months.
With the arrival of the Quidditch season, everyone's attention began shifting to the Quidditch matches.
Before long, though, everyone realized that this year's inter-house Quidditch Cup might be the most boring and predictable one in a decade. There was one particular player who was rather too good!
"This is so fucking unfair!"
In the Slytherin Common Room, Draco hurled his Nimbus 2000 and One onto the floor, then kicked the carpet hard.
Reading in a corner, Tris raised his head, glanced over at them, then indifferently returned to his book.
Clearly, Slytherin had been utterly crushed by Gryffindor in the first Quidditch match of the year.
Draco noticed Tris's little movement.
In fact, he had spotted Tris as soon as he came in, and that whole display had been for his benefit. Tris's response was far too bland, however, leaving Little Dragon rather annoyed. He jogged over.
"Boss, our house lost again!"
Ever since the incident where he challenged the