Knights.
Red dragon.
This distinctive design and style left Fleur, seeing it for the first time, utterly stunned.
In fact, she was not the only one. Most of the wizards here had once worn the same expression as her.
Because just like Fleur, the moment they first saw it, they immediately thought of the famous Knight King and the Knights of the Round Table who followed him.
It was hard not to be amazed by Draco's ambition.
In the end, the meaning behind all of this was something even Fleur, who had not been born in Britain, could faintly sense. It was the resolve hidden deep within Draco's heart.
Change and rise.
However.
Even setting aside those interesting and thought-provoking designs.
In a certain sense, this kind of room really did suit Draco and the others better.
After all, having wizards like them, dressed in robes and holding wands, sit in a modern office or conference room would feel far too out of place.
...
In any case.
Being watched by so many pairs of eyes.
Among them was even Penelope, a graduate and Draco's senior.
It had to be said.
Whether it was Draco, standing beneath all those gazes, or the wizards around him who had placed all their trust in him, they were all witnesses to the history of Draco Constellation.
Their gazes moved with Draco's steps.
Their emotions rose and fell with the rhythmic sound of his footsteps.
Draco had not said a word, yet everyone in the room could feel a surge of passion rising from deep within their hearts.
It was as if they could see themselves taking part in the future transformation of the magical world.
And the one who would lead them forward was the man before them.
Draco Malfoy.
As Draco's gaze swept over them, everyone placed one hand over their chest and gave a wizarding salute.
"Boss!"
"Boss!"
"Draco!"
"Malfoy!"
Though the forms of address were different, their voices carried the same intent.
It was truly difficult to imagine such treatment being given to a young wizard who had not even graduated yet.
Finally.
After Draco sat down at the head of the table, everyone straightened again and returned neatly to their own seats.
Throughout the entire process, they seemed as if they had rehearsed it for a very long time.
Not only were their movements perfectly orderly, but from beginning to end, they did not make a single unnecessary sound.
It was hard to believe that most members of such an organization were Hogwarts students who had barely received any strict training.
If they did not admire and trust Draco from the bottom of their hearts, they probably could not have reached this level.
Perhaps this was Draco's personal charm.
...
Once everyone had returned to their seats.
Hermione, who stood slightly behind Draco as if she had appointed herself his personal secretary, raised the wand in her hand and cast a series of spells around the room.
Revelio Charm.
To check whether anyone had used the Disillusionment Charm to hide inside the room.
Impediment Jinx.
This Charm directly blocked the possibility of anyone suddenly barging in.
Silencing Charm.
To prevent any sound from leaving the room.
No one present spoke up to stop Hermione's series of actions, nor did anyone raise the slightest objection.
Because everyone knew very well how necessary it was.
In fact.
Just from this scene alone, it was already clear.
Draco took what was about to happen very seriously, and the situation they were about to face was grim.
After all, it was the terrifying Dark Lord.
Speaking of which.
This should have been Draco's first time using this place, and also the first time he had gathered the group before him like this.
After sweeping his gaze around the room, Draco gave Hermione a slight nod once she had finished.
Receiving that signal, Hermione cleared her throat and spoke.
"The Draco Constellation High Council meeting... officially begins now!"
...
Before moving on to the main matter.
Hermione waved the wand in her hand once again, making sheets of parchment rise into the air and drift down into the hands of every wizard present.
It had to be said.
That subtle control of magic showed just how astonishing Hermione's progress had been during this period.
At the very least, it was not something an ordinary wizard could manage.
As he waited, Draco also observed every wizard present.
Judging from the fairly strong magical fluctuations coming from each of them, the establishment of the Draco Constellation branch had not only gone very smoothly, but a certain structure had already been completed for the assignment of missions and positions.
At this moment, it could be seen clearly.
On the floor beneath each person's seat, there was a special pattern.
Looking closely, one could see that the pattern contained two different images, divided diagonally.
Just like the floor beneath the main seat where Draco sat. It bore the Emperor, symbolizing authority, and the Lovers, symbolizing love.
In fact, this design might seem meaningless at first, perhaps nothing more than a matter of personal taste.
But in reality, there was symbolic meaning behind those patterns.
Namely.
The 12 upright and 12 reversed positions of the Tarot cards.
From this arrangement, one could more or less understand why the round table had only 12 chairs, yet required 24 people to be assigned to it.
Because one could see it clearly.
Hermione, standing slightly behind Draco at this moment, represented the Lovers card.
Sitting beside Draco were Pansy Parkinson of the Empress card and Astoria of the High Priestess card. Each of them represented one of the 12 upright or reversed positions.
Next came the Chariot, Justice, the Hermit, the Magician, the Fool, and so on, each with their own holder.
For example, Goyle and Crabbe, Luna Lovegood, and even Ginny Weasley all had their own representative symbols.
And at every position, there was one upright and one reversed card.
This arrangement more or less indicated the tasks they were responsible for within Draco Constellation, the positions they held, and the deputies they worked with.
As for whether there was any deeper meaning beyond that, no one knew.