Shattering Stone with a Glance

Therefore, at this moment, Skylar's gaze was not on Harry, but on Hermione sitting beside him.

Hermione's face suddenly showed a strange, dreamlike expression, and she slowly raised one hand to run her fingers through her hair.

Then, Skylar saw Ron and Harry looking at her with concern and asking what was wrong.

Hermione seemed to be holding her breath as she said something, then she smoothed her hair and raised her hand to her mouth as if holding a walkie-talkie. Harry and Ron, not knowing what she was doing, looked at each other blankly.

A barely perceptible glint flashed in Skylar's eyes. He knew that Hermione, this intelligent girl, had likely guessed that Rita was Animagus.

If things had gone according to the original storyline, Rita would have been caught by Hermione very quickly, giving Hermione leverage over her and putting her under her control. However, since Rita had become her subordinate, Skylar would never allow that to happen.

Skylar gave a wink to Cassius Warrington, the sixth-year Prefect at the Slytherin table, Cassius immediately understood and left. Cassius was going to the intelligence headquarters to inform Rita via the Two-Way Mirror that Hermione had discovered her Animagus, and to tell her to stop trying to get close to Harry, Rita, and their friends.

Almost immediately after Cassius left his seat, Hermione suddenly stood up abruptly. Her expression suggested she had grasped something profound. Staring blankly ahead, she spoke a long, rambling speech, not forgetting to clench her fist and wave it in front of her. Skylar, sitting at the Slytherin table, was quite far away. Even with his Divine Insight of Amaterasu, he could only vaguely discern a few key words from her lip movements: "I understand," "Nobody can see," "climb to the windowsill," "Not allowed," "library," and so on.

Then he saw Hermione grab her bag and dash out of the Great Hall like a gust of wind.

"I think I can get Rita Skeeter to write a few more articles like this in the future; after all, I have plenty of stories to tell," Draco said smugly in a low voice.

"You should go take your exam, Draco," Skylar said irritably.

"Oh no, only ten minutes left! See you later!" Draco's face fell, and he hurriedly packed his things and rushed to the History of Magic classroom.

"You should go too, Daphne," Skylar gently kissed Daphne's cheek. "Although the exam shouldn't be a big problem for you, I still wish you good luck."

Daphne smiled faintly, her eyes darting around, before she whispered in Skylar's ear, "This semester, we sisters have sacrificed a lot of study time for the Sleeping Dragon Society, you have to 'make it up' to us!"

She elegantly wiped her mouth with a napkin, packed her things, and left the Great Hall, leaving behind a fragrant breeze.

Then, Professor McGonagall stepped down from her seat and called Harry and Skylar to a corner of the Great Hall.

"Malfoy, Potter, the Champion, gather in the meeting room next to the Great Hall after breakfast," she said.

"But the game doesn't start until tonight!" Harry asked.

"I know, Potter," Professor McGonagall said. "The Champion's relatives have been invited to watch the final; you can meet them." Then she walked away.

Skylar smiled politely at Harry, then returned to his long table to finish the rest of his breakfast.

After leisurely finishing his breakfast, Skylar walked toward the conference room next to the Great Hall.

There were already quite a few people in the meeting room. Eleanor was speaking fast German with her parents in a corner of the room. When she saw Skylar enter the meeting room, Eleanor turned her head and gave Skylar a bright smile. Her father, Kodes von Hohenheim, also gave Skylar a friendly nod with a stern look on his face.

Eleanor inherited her brown hair and eye color from her father, but her features resembled her beautiful mother more. The way her mother looked at Skylar was... well, strange, like she was scrutinizing and judging her...

Katarina, however, rarely smiled. Since the Second Task, Skylar had had almost no contact with her. He heard that she had become much more low-key, spending most of her time in Beauxbatons' carriage, only appearing in the Great Hall Hogwarts for mealtimes. She spoke incessantly with her parents in French, and Skylar, who understood French, knew they were talking about her experiences at Hogwarts.

Monroe's attire was befitting of the head of France's foremost Pure-blood families. Even in a simple black wizard's robe, he exuded a regal air. With Skylar's discerning eye, he could naturally see the unique "charm aura" emanating from this robe. While the Supreme Robe also possessed a charm aura, it only enhanced Skylar's approachability, making it easier for him to gain favor. But Monroe's robe was clearly a level above—

It's safe to say that France truly lives up to its reputation as a fashion capital. Whether in the wizarding or Muggle World, they manage to create something extraordinary with every garment. Monroe's wizarding robe appears remarkably simple, but the silk satin robe is embroidered with extremely precious Phoenix Tail Feather. Each feather is dyed black with special ink, blending seamlessly with the robe. Yet, it exudes an undeniable and natural sense of nobility, much like a hundred birds paying homage to Phoenix, naturally inspiring a desire to approach it.

The moment Monroe saw Skylar enter the meeting room, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and an invisible aura of authority pressed down on Skylar.

In the past, not long ago, Skylar would have felt suffocated and oppressed, and might even have embarrassed himself by stumbling.

But now, that invisible pressure had only reached three feet in front of Skylar when it automatically transformed into a gentle breeze, lightly brushing past Skylar and dissipating.

Skylar sneered, his eyes turning into Snake Eyes for a fleeting moment before Reparifarge. Monroe only felt a flash of red light before his eyes, his head spinning. When he came to his senses, he found something on his chest. It turned out that the amber pendant he always wore around his neck had shattered, and the small fragments were stuck to his chest skin.

His face turned deathly pale, and a bead of cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

This seemingly unremarkable amber stone is one of the three treasures of the Moreau Family, a legendary alchemical item of the same caliber as Katarina's Aspen Feathered Serpent Wand, almost a quasi-divine artifact. It possesses the power to protect the wearer's mind, allowing them to remain calm and rational at all times, and also preventing the wearer from being invaded by Imperius Curse or Legilimency.

The shattering of such a precious item did not cause him the slightest heartache or regret, because—

Fear filled his heart!

An indescribable fear!

What kind of power or method could destroy such a powerful treasure Silencio in that lightning-fast instant, without even seeing a magic wand incantation?

Mrs. Weasley and Bill Weasley stood before the fireplace, waiting for Harry. Mrs. Weasley was short and plump, and looked very kind. Bill had long hair and wore fang earrings, making him stand out from the crowd. Harry was both surprised and delighted to see them, and the group chatted animatedly.

Skylar spotted Lucius and Narcissa from afar.

Both men were dressed as impeccably as ever. It must be said that, in terms of physique and facial features alone, Mr. Hohenheim, with his northern Germany build, was taller and more robust; in terms of the splendor and luxury of their clothing alone, Monroe from France was undoubtedly far superior; but Lucius and Narcissa, with their distinctive aristocratic air of their English family, were equally matched and in no way inferior to them.

"Honey, we came as soon as we received the school's call," Narcissa said with a smile. "How are you?"

"Very good, Mother," Skylar said with a smile. He glanced at Lucius, Lucius usually stern face also wore a faint smile.