Shawn lifted his bewildered gaze from his music theory books and looked up at Draco, who looked just like Beggar So.
He gave Draco's words a moment's thought.
Maybe Harry felt that if he didn't let you win this time, the two of you would be battling until dawn.
He didn't expose that possibility. Instead, he drew his wand and cast Scourgify on the disheveled boy before saying mildly,
"Not bad. Slytherin's hopes of winning matches will rest on you from now on."
"Cough, cough..."
Draco had been brimming with excitement, but those words made him choke.
His shoulders were far too delicate to bear that responsibility. Suddenly remembering something, he hurriedly changed the subject.
"Chief, the Head of House asked me to tell you that since tomorrow's the weekend, he'll be coming to watch you practice Quidditch."
"Cough, cough!"
This time, it was Shawn who nearly choked.
This really was a hurdle he couldn't get past. Should he squeeze in some last-minute practice right now?
He glanced at his level 3 flying talent, then at his remaining 6 skill points and 4 talent points.
Gritting his teeth, he raised his flying talent to level 5.
Instantly, he felt like a little bird. His body was light, and he kept wanting to stretch out his arms and flap them.
The Thunderlight Floating Ring even activated on its own behind him, flickering in and out of sight.
Shawn didn't yet know whether this would make him better at riding a broomstick, but he could feel that his ability to fight in the air had improved enormously.
He even had the illusion that walking through the air would be as easy as walking on solid ground.
His imagination took flight-he could even combine flying with Apparition in combat!
He also had a