Chapter 101: Malfoy's Ambition
"To live like an ordinary wizard is to eventually become one." Malfoy could no longer remember which ancestor of his family had left behind those words, but every member of the Malfoy family had lived by that principle ever since.
Others might struggle their entire lives only to remain ordinary. But as a Malfoy, his ambition, desire, and bloodline would never allow him to fall to such a level.
Why did Hogwarts divide students into four houses instead of mixing them together in the name of harmony?
What a person says or thinks doesn't matter—what matters is what they do, and how they do it. Once someone is sorted into Slytherin, they will always think like a Slytherin, and in the end, they will become a true Slytherin.
If they were sorted into a house like Hufflepuff, they would eventually think like Hufflepuffs and become something entirely different.
Malfoy had already seen through their futures:
"The poorest ghost of the Weasley family—his greatest achievement in life will be no more than becoming a low-level employee at the Ministry of Magic, just like his father. As for Granger, that Muggle-born—she'll either wish she could return to the Muggle world, or stay here and marry some fool."
"And Potter… he has some talent. Maybe he'll become a decent Auror someday. And then who knows? Perhaps he'll be killed by some dark wizard out of nowhere."
He looked at them with disdain. "They think I see them as rivals. In reality, they're nothing more than entertainment during my school years."
"As for those fools from the Longbottom family, they should be grateful if they can even graduate and find a job to support themselves."
Finally, Malfoy glanced at Goyle and Crabbe. "These two idiots might barely qualify as subordinates. Otherwise, I'd probably end up working in some shop for the rest of my life."
From the moment a person is born, their fate is already decided. A lifetime of effort can only slightly improve that destiny. Even if a Muggle is lucky enough to become a wizard, it's merely a regret in the eyes of true wizards. For a wasteful family, the greatest achievement in life is simply to waste less.
A flicker of light passed through Malfoy's eyes.
"The only exception is power. Power can decide everything. Power can change everything. That's the fundamental difference between the Malfoy family and other fools. Not only do we possess strength—we understand how to change our fate and how to strengthen it."
Just like Lucius, who had joined the Death Eaters without hesitation after graduation, using Voldemort's power to elevate himself. Even after Voldemort fell, Lucius's influence only grew stronger.
The Malfoy family understood the fundamental rules of the world—and they followed and controlled them. That was why they were destined, generation after generation, to stand above all others.
"What are those Gryffindor idiots doing now?" Malfoy asked, looking at Goyle, signaling him to report what he had learned.
"Oh, Young Master Malfoy, we saw the Gryffindor players. They were completely intimidated by our team," Goyle said, stepping forward with a nervous chuckle. Seeing Malfoy's expressionless face, he quickly continued, "They haven't trained for days. The whole team is dispirited, and no one is going to the Quidditch pitch."
Goyle went on excitedly, recounting what he had learned. "Especially Fred—whenever someone mentions the 'Seven-Star Sweep' in front of him, his face turns red and his eyes look like they're on fire."(…of course, he was the one constantly bringing it up in front of Fred.)
"They're not training, they're demoralized, and they're even eating less than before," Crabbe added. Food was always on his mind. The Gryffindor students' reduced appetite meant he could sneak a few extra pieces of cake whenever he passed their table.
Goyle continued, "Our team just got the new Nimbus 2001 brooms, and everyone's full of confidence. Lately, whenever they have time, they go to the pitch to get used to them."
He also reported on the other teams: "Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff have started training too. But when they saw our Nimbus 2001s, they were terrified and completely at a loss. We crushed them on the pitch."
"That's only natural," Malfoy said calmly. Before Harry joined Gryffindor, Slytherin had already been the strongest team in the school.
Now, with their new brooms, their strength far surpassed all the others. Unless the other teams also upgraded their equipment—which was impossible—there was no way they could compete.
No ordinary players could afford such expensive brooms. Even professors would wince at the cost. Otherwise, Gryffindor wouldn't have been the only house with a Nimbus 2000—other houses would have long since replaced their old brooms.
"Where's Potter?" Malfoy asked again about his old rival.
"Potter and the others have been reading a lot of books about Quidditch in the library," Goyle replied. "They're trying to see if there are any rules that restrict better equipment… like whether Quidditch forbids using superior brooms."
He looked slightly worried—he didn't want to check the books himself, so he asked Malfoy directly.
"We're wizards. The result is what matters. There are no foolish rules that limit superior equipment," Malfoy scoffed, mocking Harry's naïve thinking. "That's just a Muggle mindset."
Wizards were a people who revered power. Their instinct was to pursue and control it. If not for the need to prevent players from dying, they might even allow outright dark curses during matches.
There were no red cards in Quidditch. No one was sent off.
Not only that, the rules were strict in one key aspect—the match could only end when the Golden Snitch was caught. Some matches had even lasted as long as three months.
Because Quidditch, though a sport, was ultimately a display of magical strength and ability.
Just as humans in times of peace seek violent stimulation for excitement, the wizarding world was no different. In long periods of peace, open conflict decreased—but in secret, underhanded methods and even illegal harm were often seen as justified or even admirable.
Quidditch could be seen as a form of battle and training between wizards. In such a system, how could anyone restrict the worship of power—or limit the development of stronger and more powerful equipment?
On the contrary, people would only look forward to more advanced, more powerful, and more terrifying tools continuing to appear.
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