The day after my first duel brought the start of classes. The wanded subjects did not prove much of a challenge 'Moody' was a very interesting professor. His classes were never a bore, probably because he took to screaming 'constant vigilance' and hexing students at every opportunity. It would probably become annoying soon, but for now, it was amusing. The non-wanded classes were beneath my notice in most situations, with potions, herbology, and care of magical creatures being the exception. The Study of Ancient Runes would only prove useful to me if I had access to the few tomes of any value still written in runic script. Nevertheless, I studied it diligently. However, history was of low utility to me, especially because I had studied magical history from childhood, and Binns' lessons were only good for catching up on lost sleep. I did not take Arithmancy, Divination, or Muggle Studies. One was merely an overcomplicated study of probability using figures, another would never work for a Malfoy or a Black, both sides of my family had not seen fit to adopt such magic into their bloodlines, and the third would get me disowned if Lucious even found out I was considering taking it.

I received a few stares, and several of my housemates seemed interested in speaking with me or being seen speaking with me, more likely. The part of me that was more Draco than (redacted) was elated, whilst the rest of me couldn't care less. I was in a world of magic, and I was acquiring power beyond my wildest dreams in both lives. My independent studies continued at a good pace. I had moved on from structured spells in my transfiguration to a much more intent-based version that did not have exact spells and proved to be more focus-demanding. My charms study had moved on to the upper end of the NEWT level, and I would soon run out of Hogwarts instruction on that particular branch of magic, so I would have to further branch out into enchanting and warding to go much further. My study of the Defense against the Dark arts proceeded at an even greater pace than that of Charms, probably because I've acquired more experience moulding and shaping my magic to my whims. In contrast, my minute forays into the deeper Dark arts did not go so well. Focusing on an intent to blow shit up or slash things up for confringo and vulnus was easy. Getting an intent to force someone's entrails out of their body or boil their blood was a bit more difficult. While I had never been a moral person or one who would balk at violence, such casual cruelty was beyond me, especially when it was all so inefficient. What was the point in boiling someone's blood when slitting their throats would be easier and better for both parties. I shelved those studies for now and focused on comparatively milder and arguably more useful spells. I also focused on spell-chaining to improve my duelling. I might have dispatched Hornby with relative ease, but that was probably because of her surprise at having her spell deflected by a fourth-year. In that same vein, I began to work on spell redirection, the metaphorical big brother to spell deflection. It was similar to deflection in most ways, except that rather than opposing the intent of the other part, you had to overwhelm it with your intent to achieve the same goal as that party except directed at them rather than you. It was complicated, to say the least. On the subject of duelling, the tryouts proceeded at a good pace. Weasley and Granger had lost both their duels, and Potter had managed to pull off a close victory against a Sixth year. Weasley was sulking everywhere, but Granger's uncaring demeanor told me she was probably only participating out of some misplaced sense of camaraderie and had no actual interest in duelling. Hornby's other duel proved my belief that she was a much better duellist than her showing against me would suggest.

When my next duel eventually arrived, I walked up to the stage with little fanfare and wondered if everybody was truly interested in seeing me duel as it looked like from up here or if it was just my ego influencing my mind. I put such thoughts aside and focused on my opponent. The Sixth year Ravenclaw, Roger Davies, seemed to be a crowd favourite for qualification. His previous duel was nothing much as he easily trounced Fred Weasley, who seemed to have thought that skill in pranking would somehow equate to talent in duelling. Madam Hooch reiterated the rules in monotone, asked if we were ready, and began the duel.

I started the action by conjuring simple wooden discs and sending them at him in the same motion. He froze them in place with an immobulus charm and set them all on fire, depriving me of further transfiguration material, smart. He continued the action with a volley of spells, a rather simplistic spell chain of expelliamus, stupefy and petrificus totalus cast over and over again. I would tire myself out trying the deflect all these. I suspected that he intended for me to shield; after all, a shield breaker could easily be slotted in for the body bind spell, and as they were both the same nearly but not quite transparent colour, I would be none the wiser. So I did not deflect, and I did not shield. Instead, I ripped the floor open to form a rudimentary stone barrier which I quickly charmed to be transparent from my end, I guess hours spent playing video games would translate well to duelling tactics, and the first rule was always to maintain visibility, well the first rule was don't die, but you get my point.

His spells splashed harmlessly against my stone barrier, and watching spells hit an invisible barrier in front of you was slightly unnerving. I used an illusion spell from the Seventh-year Charms curriculum to create a duplicate. I had the duplicate rush out of the cover, drawing Davies' spellfire, and used the distraction to send my wall of stone straight at him. He blasted it to chunks in mid-air, and I quickly transfigured one of those chunks to a great serpent that wrapped itself around his shocked form and squeezed. Hooch blew the whistle signaling the end of the duel, and I vanished the snake. Davies just lay on the floor shellshocked.

The crowd was even more surprised than they were after my first duel. My victory over Hornby could be attributed to luck and knowing a good trick or two, but Davies was probably the best in Hogwarts, and a Fourth-year just took him down.

My third duel three days later was anti-climatic. I faced off against Theodore Nott, and while he was above average for a fourth year, he had lost all his duels and didn't last more than 30 seconds against me. The only fourth years to win any duels were Granger, who beat Nott earlier, Potter, who won his second duel but lost later on to Hornby and me.

In other news, I had finally figured out what felt off about the tryouts. I had been getting a feeling that something was missing, and I finally noticed that Diggory did not bother signing up for the duelling tournament. Nothing in canon gave me any idea as to how good of a duellist he was, so I put it out of mind. Finally, after the last day of tryouts, the results were posted, and the team was to be comprised of; Hornby, Davies, Cho Chang, Potter, and I. I was surprised Potter got in, but I guess his showings were impressive enough, and there's always the possibility of good ol' favouritism. After all, he is Dumbledore's pet.

A/N; A bit shorter than the last one, but also released earlier. Would you guys prefer shorter, more frequent chapters or longer, less frequent ones?