It pierced through the clouds.
It felt the force of the gale.
With every dive, it brought the enemy blood and fear.
With every dragon's roar, those dark creatures trembled.
With air superiority, Draco's command, and the seamless coordination of Hermione and the others, Draco and Norberta had easily become one of the battlefield's deadliest weapons.
Unstoppable!
Taking a brief moment to survey the battlefield, Draco narrowed his eyes slightly. "With Parkinson and the others keeping watch, those Dementors don't dare come near."
"As for those giants who only know how to swing clubs... good. They've been suppressed by the Centaurs' ranged attacks."
"As expected, what we should be most worried about now, and what will decide everything, is still the battlefield over there."
As he analyzed the current situation, his brow tightened and his grip on his wand grew firm.
Although his results had been excellent, Draco could not feel the slightest bit happy.
Because he understood all too well that the true direction of the battle depended entirely on the outcome over there.
As long as that battle had not ended... no, once Voldemort dealt with Snape, this war would already be over.
So what Draco had to do now was very clear.
That was...
Beneath the moonlight,
perhaps because of the surge in magical power, Draco's eyes seemed to gleam with a captivating golden light. He reached out and gently patted Norberta's neck. "Keep going. Before the battle over there ends, we have to end the fighting here first!"
"Roar! Roar! Roar!"
Norberta, who could understand what Draco was saying, let out a thunderous roar in the sky.
Her outstretched wings became a terrifying shadow in the eyes of the enemy.
Without anyone to stop them, those none-too-bright dark creatures might have been the first to flee.
But clearly,
although the Death Eaters were all a pack of raving lunatics, that did not mean there were no clever ones among them, or no one capable of reading the situation.
And the Death Eater who appeared before Draco was none other than Barty Crouch Jr., who had once crossed paths with him.
...
Barty Crouch Jr.
The son of the Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation.
Although he came from a distinguished background and had been exceptionally talented during his school years, perhaps because he had never known the warmth of a father's love, he became a Death Eater and a dark wizard while still in his teens.
From then on, he became a loyal follower of Voldemort.
Until Voldemort's defeat, when he was imprisoned in Azkaban Prison.
As for someone like him,
Draco would never underestimate him, much less treat him as some Death Eater who could be dealt with casually.
There he stood
on the battlefield.
Malevolent magic surrounded him.
His black robes billowed around him.
Simply standing there made his presence impossible to ignore.
After bringing Norberta to a halt, Draco looked down at the figure below with a grave expression.
Clearly, the man's target was him.
Likewise,
Barty Crouch Jr. did not underestimate the current Draco either.
Rather, after failing against Draco several times in a row, even the most arrogant person would find it difficult to treat Draco as an ordinary young wizard.
After all,
Draco's reputation had been built by stepping over them.