Leaving aside whether a flying broomstick could even be called a weapon, in the end, it was still just a lifeless object with no will of its own.
Especially compared with the far more agile Norberta, a flying broomstick was simply not in the same league.
Aside from that, there was another crucial factor in this aerial battlefield that could decide victory or defeat.
The pilot controlling the flight.
Come to think of it, every professional Quidditch player could almost be considered a natural-born combat pilot.
With just a little training, they could become capable aerial killers.
That was mainly because the Quidditch skills they had mastered could be applied directly to certain aerial combat techniques.
Rapid climbs.
High-speed turns.
All kinds of difficult aerial maneuvers.
These were advanced techniques that could be seen from time to time on a professional Quidditch pitch.
And in aerial combat, they could immediately turn into advanced skills that were both usable and extremely practical.
Everyone knew that Draco's Quidditch talent was terrifying. Even on a professional team, he would absolutely be considered an ace.
By comparison, these Death Eaters in front of him knew how to kill and toy with life, but when it came to Quidditch flying skills, they could not compare to Draco at all.
And so, under so many unfavorable conditions, Barty Crouch Jr. and the others, who had been full of confidence just moments ago, were struck hard by reality the instant they clashed with Draco.
...
Screams.
Wails.
Mixed into that chilling dragon roar were the Death Eaters' screams and furious shouts.
"Kill that damned dragon!"
"Aaaargh!"
"It disappeared again?!"
"Spread out! Don't bunch together!"
"No! It's useless! If we stay in the air any longer, we'll all be wiped out!"
"Shut up! Cowards like you have no right to follow the Great Master! The rest of you, come with me!"
The Death Eaters had never had much discipline to begin with.
Now, the moment they suffered a setback, their morale and formation fell into chaos, making Draco's attacks even smoother.
This was probably the greatest flaw of the so-called Death Eater system.
Even so, Draco did not relax. Instead, he focused even harder.
Because he knew that what truly had to be defeated was not the organization known as the Death Eaters, but a few truly key figures within it.
For example, the Dark Lord Voldemort, and the man who could be called the Dark Lord's right-hand man, Barty Crouch Jr.
Just as Draco had Norberta scatter the Death Eaters once again, a sharp, hoarse shriek suddenly rang beside his ear. "I finally caught you, Draco Malfoy!"
"....."
It turned out that Barty Crouch Jr., who had vanished for quite some time, had been hiding in the clouds above Draco's head, waiting until the perfect moment to strike.
The instant Draco saw Barty Crouch Jr., he immediately understood the other man's decision and method.
He had thrown his own comrades out as bait to draw attention?
Should he say Barty Crouch Jr. truly lived up to his title as the Dark Lord's most loyal Death Eater?
Because he had learned Voldemort's cruelty perfectly.
He could abandon them the moment he chose to, without the slightest hesitation.