will be over. —Bleist stretched. —I'll drive you there in the morning, but now we should both go to sleep. —The mage rose from his seat. —Don't worry about anything. I know you can do it.
The carriage stopped at the end of the driveway in front of the main entrance to Solvein. Draco adjusted the sword at his belt and glanced outside somewhat nervously.
– Don't worry about anything, – Darius had been repeating this roughly every ten minutes since breakfast. He looked better than the previous evening, but he was still clearly tired. – You can do it.
Draco just nodded. After yesterday's written exams, his nervousness had subsided somewhat, and he began to approach everything with greater calm. He hadn't mastered everything, but even that was enough. He took a deep breath and got out.
– Good luck. – Bleist disappeared behind the door and the carriage drove off. Another one was already approaching to take its place.
Unlike the previous day, the students were gathering in front of the entrance. There were fewer of them than during the written exam. They formed small groups of similar ages, chatting with their friends. It was also easy to spot those who were just trying to get into Solvein, as they stood alone, away from the hustle and bustle.
– You're earlier than I expected. – Aiden broke away from one of the groups and approached the dragon. He seemed to be doing much better than before the previous test. He was even smiling a little.
– Hi. – Draco waved to his approaching friend. – It wouldn't have been appropriate to be late.
— Especially since there aren't that many participants. Being late could stick in Instructor Hine's memory. I guarantee you wouldn't want that. —He shuddered. —He's terribly vindictive and can make life miserable in class.
— It's worth remembering, then. —The dragon didn't want to accidentally get himself into trouble in a new place.
—I don't know which instructors will be there today, but if there's a broad-shouldered, bald guy with a bullet scar across his
