Eat, sleep, and beat up Malfoy.
This simple sentence encapsulated countless bitter tears, blood, and sweat for Malfoy. Yet, when the term finally ended, Malfoy stood there in a daze, realizing that his magical proficiency was now on par with—or even surpassed—the vast majority of fourth-year students.
As for certain spells, such as Protego, he had unknowingly mastered non-verbal casting to the point of pure instinct. The moment he raised his Wand, the protective shield would materialize effortlessly.
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