"Six wizards out of twenty-eight children," Harry Potter said after a moment. "Well, that's that, then. And first-years were casting the same spells at the same power level eight centuries ago, too. Your test and my test both came out the same way."
There was a long silence in the classroom.
"What now?" Draco whispered.
He'd never been so terrified.
"It's not definite yet," said Harry Potter. "My experiment failed, remember? I need you to design another test, Draco."
"I, I..." Draco said. His voice was breaking. "I can't do this Harry, it's too much for me."
Harry's look was fierce. "Yes you can, because you have to. I thought about it myself, too, after I found out about the Interdict of Merlin. Draco, is there any way of observing the strength of magic directly? Some way that doesn't have anything to do with wizards' blood or the spells we learn?"
Draco's mind was just blank.
"Anything that affects magic affects wizards," said Harry. "But then we can't tell if it's the wizards or the magic. What does magic affect that
"Magical creatures, obviously," said Draco without even thinking about it.
Harry Potter slowly smiled. "Draco, that's
Then the sickness in Draco's stomach got even worse as he realized what it would mean if magical creatures
Harry Potter was already halfway to the door. "Come
It didn't take long after that.
It was a wide portrait, but the three people in it were looking rather crowded. There was a middle-aged man from the twelfth century, dressed in black swathes of cloth; who spoke to a sad-looking young woman from the fourteenth century, with hair that seemed to constantly frizz about her head as if she'd been charged up by a static spell; and she spoke to a dignified, wizened old man from the seventeenth century with a solid gold bowtie; and him they could understand.
They had asked about Dementors.
They had asked about phoenixes.
They had asked about dragons and trolls and house elves.
Harry had frowned, pointed out that creatures which needed the most magic could just be dying out entirely, and had asked for the most powerful magical creatures known.
There wasn't anything unfamiliar on the list, except for a species of Dark creature called mind flayers which the translator noted had finally been exterminated by Harold Shea, and those didn't sound half as scary as Dementors.
Magical creatures were as powerful now as they'd ever been, apparently.
The sickness in Draco's stomach was easing, and now he just felt confused.
"Harry," Draco said in the middle of the old man translating a list of all eleven powers of a beholder's eyes, "what does this mean?"
Harry held up a finger and the old man finished the list.
Then Harry thanked all the portraits for helping - Draco, pretty much on automatic, did so as well and more graciously - and they headed back to the classroom.
And Harry brought out the original parchment with the hypotheses, and began scribbling.