Draco turned to look at those in the hall. He was familiar with some faces—the VC and those who attended the competition. There were some new faces, which he guessed belonged to the elders who weren't around during the competition or didn't bother to attend.
But there was a malicious gaze that made Draco look toward its direction. He saw a middle-aged man sitting opposite the Vice Chancellor. The man had a noble aura, his gaze sharp, but his face was twisted. His eyes were filled with hatred and killing intent.
Draco guessed that this was the Head of the Night Family. Others in the hall had inquisitive gazes, surprised gazes, and some looked at him intently, wondering what kind of person he was. It was only this middle-aged man who had ill intent toward Draco.
Of course, Draco wouldn't back down. He smiled cheekily at the middle-aged man, who saw this and felt angry.
