Celestial Anomaly
Just as Skylar was worrying and struggling with whether he would be transported to the Naruto World, the One Piece World, or the Marvel Cinematic Universe—
Skylar's fears did not materialize.
Unlike the protagonists in many fantasy novels from my previous life, Skylar was not sucked into a black hole and embarked on a new adventure and a new life.
Instead, wisps of special energy emanated from the black hole, like tiny threads, slowly flowing towards Skylar and enveloping him.
Skylar was immersed in a peculiar state, his consciousness seemingly detached from this world and this space, glimpsing a higher dimension. To outsiders, his pupils flashed with a green light sharper than thunder, and a six-pointed star pattern faintly appeared.
This situation lasted for a full two hours.
When Skylar came to his senses, the vortex black hole had vanished without a trace.
But he knew very well that what he had just experienced was not a hallucination; he genuinely felt an inexplicable and indescribable power within him.
He pondered for a moment, then used Conjuring Spell to conjure a small sparrow. He focused his mind on the sparrow, and it suddenly vanished as a Black Shadow, as if struck by Vanishing Spell.
Three feet away, a faint light flashed, and the little sparrow suddenly appeared.
Skylar lifted the Conjuring Spell, and the little sparrow disappeared.
This was just a small experiment Skylar conducted. The sparrow itself wasn't a physical entity, but rather a magical construct created from nothing. The experimental results show—
Magic can be transferred using spatial magic!
Mastering the ability to manipulate "Aether" is equivalent to mastering the ability to travel through space!
Perhaps Skylar's control over this the Fifth Element is still rough and not refined enough at this moment, but given enough time, he is fully confident that he can make "Aether" as easy to control as other elements.
"The ability to transfer magic means it can transfer spells. If used properly, all those spell-transferring methods Barty Crouch Jr. taught me a few days ago are rubbish... Salvio Hexia or Protego can't even compare to a fraction of this magic's power." A multitude of inspirations and ideas about how to use this ability in actual combat flowed through Skylar's mind. He looked up at the ceiling of the Chamber of Secrets and let out a long sigh. "In that case, let's call this secret technique 'Moon Shifts, Stars Move'!"
[Spatial magic secret technique - "Moon Shifts, Stars Move" learned!] (Murong Fu:...)
Skylar had expected that he would be filled with excitement and anticipation upon suddenly acquiring such a powerful spell, but at this moment his heart was calm, and his eyes were filled with a sense of having experienced the vicissitudes of life, as if he had been possessed by an old man who was over a hundred years old.
"Harry, oh Harry," Skylar whispered to himself, "Since my rebirth, you have been an obstacle in my heart. I have schemed and plotted endlessly, spending countless nights thinking about how to seize your fame, your fortune, and even your destiny..."
"This world only needs one Savior..." Skylar squinted, lost in his own internal monologue. "This world possesses countless spells, but among all known spells, only one can resist, or even deflect, the Killing Curse: your 'Sacrificial Protection.' Therefore, everyone recognizes you as the Savior, even Dumbledore places all his hopes on you..."
"But now, from today onward..." A captivating glint flashed in Skylar's half-closed eyes, "Besides your 'Sacrificial Protection,' there will be another one exclusively mine: 'Moon Shifts, Stars Move'..."
"So..." Skylar's lips curled into a wicked smile, "In this new world, who is the 'Chosen One' favored by fate, you or me? Who will ultimately appear as the 'Savior'? Who is the true protagonist of this world?"
Skylar's eyes finally closed completely.
A strange feeling arose in his heart.
That was emptiness, that was composure, that was the tranquility of having everything in one's hands; in an instant, there was no more confusion or hesitation.
What he didn't know was that on the distant starry sky, Draco Star was shining brightly at that moment.
In the Scottish Highlands, in Hogwarts Castle, on the Seventh Floor, in the Headmaster's Office.
Dumbledore, dressed in a purple and gold wizard's robe, sat at his desk, relishing the struggling brown cockroaches as he perused classified intelligence documents sent to him from various sources by his long-established network. Around him, portraits of past headmasters chattered loudly, creating a cacophony of noise, but Dumbledore seemed accustomed to it, oblivious to the commotion and absorbed in his own affairs.
Suddenly, a soft "ding" sound came from the silver instrument on the small table not far away. At the same time, the surrounding portraits fell into absolute silence.
A sharp glint flashed in Dumbledore's calm, unwavering blue eyes. He strode to the silver instrument, moved it to the desk, sat down again, and then drew his wand, gently tapping it with the tip.
The instrument immediately began to operate, emitting rhythmic tinkling sounds. Wisps of pale green smoke billowed from the small silver tube at the top, gathering and swirling in the air... Dumbledore stared intently at the smoke, his brow furrowed. A few seconds later, the wisps of smoke coalesced into a steady plume of smoke, growing thicker and thicker, swirling in the air...
The top of the smoke formed a snake's head, its mouth wide open.
Dumbledore watched this scene calmly, as if he had expected it, yet a new sense of unease arose within him. He muttered to himself, "Naturally, naturally, but is there nothing else?"
The smoke snake suddenly twitched, as if it had been forcibly twisted together. Then, its form slowly changed. First, four claws grew, then a pair of fleshy wings, and finally, sharp horns slowly protruded from its head... The smoke stopped changing around its eyes, making them blurry, as if they were being blinded. Overall, it looked like a sleeping Fire Dragon...
Dumbledore's expression turned extremely grave, and he murmured, "Sleeping dragon, do not disturb?"
The Austria Alps, the Nurmengard Tower, the prison cell at the top of the tower.
It was a very simple room with a window that was a very narrow slit in a black stone block. Inside, there was a stone bed and a tattered thin blanket on it. In addition, there were some strange magical runes engraved on the ceiling, somewhat similar to Ancient Runic Magic Symbols, but not quite.
An old man, frail and nearing the end of his life, lay on a stone bed, leaning against the wall, staring blankly out the window with his lifeless eyes.
Suddenly, the old man seemed to sense something and looked up at the ceiling. Engraved on the ceiling was the last gift his old friend had given him, the only pastime he could use to pass the time in his long remaining years.
The runes on the ceiling seemed to come alive, transforming into small spheres that moved according to some strange pattern.
The old man seemed to have noticed something.
A barely perceptible glint flashed in the old man's cloudy eyes. He grinned, revealing a set of almost all his missing teeth. "Ah, the astrological chart has changed again..."
"The Draco has risen, the Phoenix has been suppressed, and the Serpens has faded into obscurity..."
"Hahahaha..." The old man laughed so hard he almost coughed a few times, clutching his chest. "Tyco Dodonas wasn't lying to me..."
"Time has changed, stars have shifted, and the Milky Way has turned backward. Fifty years ago, you defeated me, thinking you had defeated fate. Little did you know that fate is fickle. I thought my life was over, but now..." The old man radiated a spirit that a dying man shouldn't possess, "Since fate has changed here, perhaps my second chance is about to arrive!"
The old man stood up, and his previously hunched body suddenly became straight and upright. Although his thin, skeletal frame seemed to have no strength left, he exuded the aura of a domineering ruler who looked down upon the world.