Draco was covered in grass and dirt. He sat sprawled on the ground, his face filled with grief and indignation, his eyes betraying terror, like a wounded little bottom-no, a little beast.
At that moment, four burly men... well, to be precise, one extraordinarily burly man and three boys were surrounding him.
Just moments earlier, the instant Harry saw Draco running toward the castle, he had sensed trouble. His first thought was that they absolutely could not let Draco get away like this. Otherwise, they would definitely all be in trouble.
With a thought, his wand was already in his hand.
Here, it was worth mentioning that Harry had acquired a little gadget for his wrist.
It was a bracer made from Tebo hide, fitted with a small mechanism that flicked the wand secured to it into his hand with a mere turn of his wrist. Not only that, but a clasp had also been fitted to the base of the wand, connecting it to the bracer with an elastic cord.
As it happened, he had first come up with the idea after failing to draw his wand in time to save Neville during their very first Flying Class.
Keeping his wand in either his pocket or at his waist had seemed rather inconvenient, so he had wanted to make something like this. Unfortunately, Harry was not particularly handy, and despite spending ages working on it, he had failed to make it work.
It was only after Christmas that he had mentioned it in passing to Fred and George, and less than two days later, the gadget had appeared before him.
The twins thought it was fascinating, and Ron and Hermione both looked on enviously. The result was that Harry paid for the materials, and practically every young wizard they