The Elder Wand.
A powerful wand, and one of the Deathly Hallows.
It could grant all kinds of boosts to the master who controlled it.
If an ordinary wand was a one, then it provided an increase of three, or even five times that strength.
That was enough to explain why Lockhart, who was quite a capable wizard, had lost so quickly in such a short time.
Though, of course, his opponent was Voldemort.
In any case, although Lockhart had kept provoking Voldemort and saying things that shocked everyone around him, in reality, he had only lasted a few minutes against the enraged Voldemort.
Now even the wand in his hand had flown off somewhere unknown.
It was a complete defeat.
Seeing Lockhart pinned underfoot, Draco had no choice but to act.
After all, Lockhart was still his ally.
Although some of his behavior was indeed rather twisted, it was not to the point where Draco would let him die.
Just as the tip of Voldemort's wand drew close to Lockhart's right eye, everyone sensed that something was wrong.
The temperature around them began to change.
Beads of sweat appeared on everyone's foreheads. Only when they saw Draco standing once more atop the Dragon did they understand who had caused it.
Flames had ignited around the wand in his hand.
The black-red fire coiling around it gave Draco's wand a dangerous aura.
The sight made the young wizards who noticed it show excited expressions one after another.
Although they had never seen this move before, that was the terrifying flame once used to defeat the Thunderbird.
The Fire King, Draco Malfoy!
Compared with the young wizards' excitement, what the adult wizards saw was Draco's magical skill pushed to its limit.
"Is that the Fiendfyre Curse?"
"How is that possible..."
"Is that an original spell?!"
"A genius."
Almost every powerful wizard possessed a signature Charm of their own.
And a spell that could control the Fiendfyre Curse like an obedient pet naturally counted among them.
It was also an extremely powerful one.
Original magic.
Although it sounded simple, it was actually incredibly difficult to achieve.
To reach this level, one had to master a certain spell to a truly masterful degree.
And now, they were witnessing it in an underage wizard.
...
In the distance, Hermione's eyes widened when she noticed this. "Is it coming... that move?!"
While most of the wizards were still stunned, a small number had realized something.
Hermione was one of the wizards who knew what Draco was doing.
That seemed to be Draco's trump card, and also the most critical part of this plan.
It sounded simple, but it was far from easy to perform.
In the muggle world, there were all kinds of natural phenomena that could be explained through science.
During the time he had spent with Hermione, Draco had taken those ideas, combined them with magic, and turned them into his own methods and knowledge.
The gale of Sectumsempra.
Norberta's powerful Dragon's Breath.
The surging, terrifying Fiendfyre.
Fire fed by the wind.
This was the composite magic Draco and Norberta had prepared for this day, and the first of its kind to appear in the wizarding world.
Its name was... Dragon's Breath Slash!