will physically restrain them until they exhaust their strength and lose consciousness.- The dragon remembered this well, even better than he could have imagined.- It may take some time, but it is effective.
-Kei must have been happy.- Bleist said only that in a weak voice.
-Yes, very much so.- Draco thought for a moment.- Although perhaps he clung to this method more like a last resort.
-Thank you for trying to help Kei, but in future, please inform me, Oscar or one of the officers if you are doing something potentially dangerous.
-Of course, master. I will remember that.- Fortunately, the dragon bit his tongue and did not say that it was not dangerous at all.
-When are you going to practise again?- Darius seemed to be partly lost in thought.
-The book says that sessions should be held once every three days, so the next one is the day after tomorrow.
-Very well,- there was no enthusiasm in the master's voice.- Please let me know in advance. I would like to assess for myself how safe it is.
-Of course, master.
-Back to more pressing matters.- Darius took a deep breath.- Today, we will put the books aside and practise something new. Change into something loose and meet me in the training room in the basement.
-All right, Master.- Draco realised that he had already eaten everything within his reach.- In that case, I'll go get changed and meet you downstairs.
-I had no idea.- Darius spoke only a few minutes after the door closed behind the dragon. He almost threw down his cutlery, feeling his stomach churn and the urge to vomit. As a soldier, he had seen a lot: abandoned battlefields, burned villages, piles of bodies, but it was only when he heard Draco dispassionately describe the hell on earth that he felt sick. He was terrified and furious. He couldn't imagine even half of what his student had gone through. - Madame Nasua left a lot unsaid,- he added, barely audibly.
Silence was his only reply. After a moment, he looked at Oscar. The old
