With Luna's words cutting straight to the heart of the matter.
Everyone, who was by no means stupid and had already grasped the key point, immediately cast aside the last of their wishful thinking and began to consider things seriously.
As students of Hogwarts, and as members living in this magical world.
What exactly could they do for the war that was about to come? Or what could they do to help Draco Constellation?
And so, at this moment, everyone, including Hermione and the others, fixed their eyes on Draco, who sat at the head of the Round Table with a calm expression.
Clearly, when faced with the threat brought by Voldemort, the first person everyone looked to for help was their Draco Constellation's king.
...
After a brief moment of panic, everyone slowly calmed down.
This was because the figure seated at the head of the table gave them a sense of security, and also because Draco seemed to have a plan. That was why he had summoned them here.
There was no need to be too nervous.
Penelope, who was the first to figure it out, looked at Draco with anticipation in her eyes. "Luna is right. If the Horcrux really was hidden at Hogwarts by the Dark Lord, then he would definitely want to keep it in his own hands."
No matter how arrogant Voldemort was.
He certainly would not feel at ease leaving his most important possession somewhere he could not reach.
So Penelope strongly agreed with what Luna had just said.
"Wait, I have a question!"
"Fleur?"
"According to what you said about what happened to that diary, this so-called Horcrux can be destroyed, right?"
"I think I understand what you mean... You want to say that we should get there before the Dark Lord, find the Horcrux hidden at Hogwarts first, and destroy it?"
"Exactly."
The discussion between Fleur and Penelope made all the wizards present start thinking.
They were considering whether this plan was feasible.
"That's true. If we do that, the Dark Lord won't have much reason to occupy Hogwarts."
"Even so, wouldn't that definitely enrage the Dark Lord? Then wouldn't we still have to face his wrath? That makes it meaningless."
"How is it meaningless? This is a perfect chance to weaken the Dark Lord!"
"Mm, even at worst, it could buy us some time."
"No, no, no... We should preserve our strength and strike at the most important moment."
Some wanted to act before the Dark Lord made his move against Hogwarts.
Others were more inclined not to take risky action that might lead to unexpected trouble.
Whether it was striking first or taking a more cautious approach, both were actually decent and feasible suggestions. They only needed to work out the details of execution.
After all, the more intelligent people there were.
The more their thoughts would collide.
And the wizards qualified to sit at this Round Table naturally all had their own ideas and opinions.
So once again, everyone's views diverged.
But through this exchange, the relationships between those who had still been somewhat unfamiliar with one another gradually began to grow into mutual understanding and trust.
Judging from Draco's faint smile, perhaps that was one of his goals as well.
...
After a few minutes passed.
Feeling that it was getting late, Draco finally tapped his fingers against the table.
"Unfortunately, while I am also inclined to destroy the Horcrux, in reality, I don't know where that Horcrux is hidden."
"Huh?!"
"Although I'm happy to be trusted like this, you don't actually think I could accomplish in just seven short years something even Dumbledore couldn't manage, do you?"
"...."
They froze.
Right. Why had they assumed Draco could do it?
Especially when even Dumbledore, who was headmaster, had failed to find it.
Just then.
Ginny suddenly raised her small hand.
"Ginny?"
"I..."
It could be seen that Ginny's face was full of hesitation, as if she were struggling over whether she should say something.
As time passed.
Everyone could tell that Ginny seemed to have some concern.
Draco, who noticed something, did not rush her or put pressure on her. He even helped her out of the situation. "In any case, Hermione and I will personally investigate the Horcrux. What matters more right now is the trouble we are about to face."
"Yes!"
"Please go ahead, Boss!"
Goyle and Crabbe, who had been half-asleep just moments ago, sprang up from their seats the instant they heard this and gave Draco a rather awkward military salute.
It was worth mentioning that this salute seemed to be something they had learned from Hermione's verbal description.
Draco, who had long since understood the two of them, shot an annoyed look at the two idiots who had been zoning out the entire time. "Although there is no need for you just yet, you cannot neglect your regular training."
"This... understood, Boss."
Yes.
This way of calling him "Boss" had also come from Goyle and Crabbe.
It was worth mentioning that although they agreed, anyone could see the deep disappointment on their faces.
Seeing their obvious reaction, Pansy, whose attention had been fixed entirely on Draco, rolled her eyes. "Those two muscle-brained idiots."
It was no wonder they were so disappointed.
After all, ever since the task of training wizards and building a wizard force had been handed to them, Goyle and Crabbe had been eager to show what they could do.
Aside from wanting to burn off their excess energy, they also wanted to prove something to Draco.
Speaking of which, the task Goyle and Crabbe were responsible for was actually to train a military force directly subordinate to Draco and under his command.
And this military force had even been given a fitting name by Pansy.
The Wizard Strike Force.
Whether it was Draco or Pansy and the others, they all knew very well that what they could do would not be that professional, and the scale they could achieve could not possibly be too large.
After all, most of the people who could join Draco Constellation were young wizards from Hogwarts.
Therefore.
This meant that Draco and the others were destined to form only a small-scale military force with a special purpose.
And special operations was the direction Draco had decided to pursue.
