On the battlefield, Draco stood on a low slope, where the commotion around him could be seen clearly.
Surging magic.
Billowing Slytherin robes.
The movement around Draco drew the attention of Hermione's side of the battlefield, which had gradually fallen silent.
More precisely, they seemed to sense something. Their gazes were being pulled toward the wand slowly being drawn.
...
What kind of wand was that?
Its color was like flame. For one brief instant, everyone seemed to glimpse the shadow of some creature within the wand.
It was as if the wand itself possessed life.
Voldemort watched Draco's every movement.
Unexpectedly, he did not continue attacking. Instead, he observed Draco's hand with great interest.
This was the Dark Lord's confidence, as well as his curiosity toward that wand.
Draco, in response, expressionlessly drew the wand out completely.
His expression seemed unchanged, but in truth, the arm hidden beneath his robes was straining so hard that it had turned an unnatural red.
Faintly, one could even see the vast, flowing magic beneath his muscles.
Strands of golden hair stood on end.
His golden eyes revealed a coldness that was not usually there.
At that moment, Draco's slightly distant voice rang out.
"With a dragon heart as its core, dragon blood as its material, dragon bone as its shaft, dragon fang to carve it, and finally forged by dragon fire..."
Draco's unhurried words spread across the entire battlefield.
Although most wizards did not quite understand what those words meant, there was a strange magic to them that made everyone unconsciously stop what they were doing and look toward Draco.
Everyone began to wonder about the origin of that wand.
And Draco did not disappoint them.
He raised his eyes and looked at Voldemort opposite him. "Twelve and a quarter inches. Its name... Hidden Dragon!"
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Hidden Dragon.
That was the name of the wand in Draco's hand.
A lifelike dragon carving.
A red glow like a heartbeat.
Just like its name, it was only today that this wand finally revealed its true edge.
Hearing this.
"Heh, heh, heh... ahahahaha~"
From a low laugh to wild cackling.
Voldemort went from initial interest to mad laughter.
Although no one knew what had gotten into Voldemort, it was clear that Draco's actions had greatly caught his interest.
But because of that, the current Voldemort had become even more dangerous.
As Voldemort's laughter slowly faded, the momentum between the two sides climbed to its peak in that instant.
Gold and black.
Dragon and serpent.
Anyone could see that the battle between the two of them was only truly beginning now.
Draco tossed aside the walking stick used to conceal his wand and gave a soft laugh. "Well then... let's begin round two!"
Confidence and dominance.
This scene made the young Slytherins who heard those words, as well as the wizards of the Draco Constellation, reveal expressions of worship and pride.
That's right.
This was their Prince of Slytherin.
And even more than that, he was the King of their Draco Constellation!