Draco, for his part, crouched down facing the locker, looking visibly impatient, merely raised one of his slender hands and squeezed the metal coat of arms. Activating it as if it were some kind of spring. A click was heard and the coat of arms opened in the middle, as if it were two small doors. Revealing a glint inside. Draco pulled on both little doors, uncharacteristically gently considering the rage that strained his face, revealing the gleaming Golden Snitch. Without saying a word, the boy pushed himself up onto his knees and walked away. Back to his table.