spells meant to strike the owner, and many others, but nothing corrupt.’
‘Very unpleasant surprises.’ Bleist fell into thought. Whilst just a moment ago, an explanation for the whole affair had seemed within reach, it had now slipped away.
‘Downright deadly,’ added Gizel. ‘I don’t want to be a pessimist, but…’
‘It looks like experiments.’ Earl sighed, not knowing what to say, especially given his own problems. ‘The question is whether these are failed attempts to create something even more dangerous…’
‘... or whether that was precisely the intended effect.’ A look of concern crossed the aristocrat’s face. ‘Was the accident in Solvein the culmination of the whole process, or perhaps...’
The dining room door opened and Draco walked in. The dragon had already changed into his white academic uniform and looked at them with a smile.
‘Fen wasn’t too pleased, but I managed to get him ready for the journey,’ he admitted with a hint of amusement. ‘I hope he’ll behave himself and follow the carriage without causing any trouble.’ He glanced at the clock. ‘I don’t want to rush you, Master, but… I think time is starting to catch up with us.’
