Skylar's Treasures

The three fell silent, gazing at the spot where Skylar had disappeared.

They had previously sworn that Skylar would be trapped—unable to Apparition or Unsupported Flight, surrounded by the Shadow of the Magic Dragon, Morgan calculated that Skylar's chances of escaping were less than one percent.

It's not Morgan's fault for miscalculating—for a thousand years, apart from the Dumbledore Family, no one had ever been known to have tamed Phoenix as a pet. Dumbledore was able to tame Fawkes not only because of the Phoenix blood flowing through his veins, but also because of a great deal of good fortune. (Unfortunately, the movie was later canceled...)

Dumbledore's younger brother, Aberforth, and Dumbledore's nephew, Aurelius, did not receive such treatment. It was not until the eve of his death that a strange Phoenix came to throw ashes at him.

Who would have thought that Skylar would possess an activated Phoenix Tail Feather?

The magical Phoenix Tail Feather can be used to travel through space, but it must be given voluntarily by the Phoenix. If it is obtained by force or deception, the tail feather can at best be used as the core of a magic wand.

As for the Zouwu? It's a treasure of the China Ministry of Magic, with a status similar to the Thunderbird of North America —this is not fifty years ago. Smuggling of Fantastic Beasts may still exist, but it's much less common now, and it's impossible for it to be completely silent—if there were any transnational smuggling incidents, the International Confederation of Wizards would have already issued a notice, asking the Ministry of Magic of various countries to work together to resolve them.

Barbarossa looked somewhat puzzled. He hesitated for a moment, then finally couldn't help but ask, "Is it alright if we just let him go like this?"

Voldemort wasn't bothered; for him, the most important task now was to ensure the safety of each of his Horcrux, everything else was secondary. Although in his mind, Skylar had become his target to kill, and was on par with Harry Potter in terms of priority.

Morgan had regained her usual composure; her calm face betrayed no emotion. She said softly, "We have no choice. If I'm not mistaken, that kid still has a backup plan."

"You're not joking, are you?" Barbarossa frowned and said, "At this point, what other tricks could he possibly have up his sleeve?"

Barbarossa wasn't underestimating Skylar; in fact, he had already mentally equated Skylar with Dumbledore, perhaps even suggesting he was Dumbledore dangerous—after all, Dumbledore didn't possess Dark Arts, at least he had never demonstrated any ability in it—while Skylar had clearly inherited Slytherin's legacy. Slytherin himself was a representative figure of Dark Arts Master in his era, and for some reason—

According to almost everyone in the wizarding world, the Slytherin line should be extinct— Voldemort's appearance was an accident, but those with a keen eye can easily trace his true identity as Merope Gaunt's son. In comparison, Skylar, a true Malfoy descendant, awakening the Parseltongue ability is truly inconceivable...

Barbarossa asked this question because he couldn't believe that Skylar, in his life-or-death duel with three of the world's most Grand Sorcerer, still had the courage and leeway to hold back—that must have taken immense self-confidence...

"Didn't you just see the treasure fly out of his spatial pocket?" Morgan glanced at Barbarossa and said coldly.

"I remember... that kid seemed to have quite a few treasures, but only one of them, a pendant box, summoned that mutated Basilisk. I suspect that pendant box belongs to the Slytherin lineage..." Barbarossa pondered. "You mean... the others haven't yet played their role, meaning we're not yet qualified to force him to use them all?"

"Hmph!" Voldemort said coldly, "Now that you mention it, I remember too. That locket was mine, and somehow he managed to get his hands on it..." Voldemort's expression was blank, but that was to conceal his secret. In reality, his heart was aching. Of all the Horcrux he had created, the locket was his most precious possession. "And that Diadem— "

Voldemort paused, seemingly waiting for his breathing to catch its breath, before slowly saying, "It's mine too... it's Ravenclaw's legacy..."

"What happened?" Barbarossa frowned. "How did he manage to get all your treasures?"

"Well... at the time, I didn't think these treasures had any magical effects..." Voldemort's face remained impassive, but he was actually feeling uneasy. As a Half-blood wizard raised in an orphanage with no background, he had no idea what these treasures meant. He thought they were just precious collectibles for Pure-blood families to flaunt, so he casually crafted them into Horcrux. He hadn't really studied them carefully. "For example, that pendant box, I opened it once, and inside only appeared a powerless Basilisk phantom, nothing like the giant Basilisk he summoned just now..."

"Perhaps..." Voldemort's eyes dimmed, and he sighed inwardly—he had to admit that Skylar had gone further than him on the path of pure magical exploration. "It was my oversight... That kid must have done something to those treasures to make the locket so powerful... Ms. Morgan, I agree with your guess—if the locket is like this, then the Ravenclaw's Diadem must also possess hidden powers that I'm unaware of..."

Morgan gently shook her head. "I wasn't just talking about the Diadem..." She sighed softly. "Besides the locket and the Diadem, I also saw a mask—"

"If I'm not mistaken, that's the Circe's Mask, the master of Transfiguration from ancient Greece. That mask could change appearance and aura, powerful enough to allow us to mimic Dumbledore's aura and completely deceive everyone... Later, it disappeared without a trace, but my intelligence indicates that there's a very high probability that it was obtained by the ancestors of the House of Black, who then used it to develop the bloodline talent of the Metamorphmagus."

"Leaving aside the mask for now," Morgan scoffed, "There are two other treasures that I'm very interested in—one in the form of a book, the other in the form of a staff—these are the legacies Merlin left him. The staff can unleash an excessive amount of his magic, and the book is a powerful sealing device..."

She finally sighed, her voice tinged with helplessness, "The reason he didn't use them was because he was waiting for me—he knows my Killer card—actually, I had one last move in reserve—to transform into the form of Dark Magic Dragon and continue fighting him. But just like that, he could also forcibly unleash magic with his staff to seal me away, and even seal you all away with me..."

"Of course," Morgan continued, "That staff is extremely damaging to the user, most likely causing serious injury or death. That's why he said 'let's perish together' before he left; it refers to this Killer card of his..."

"Besides..." Morgan turned and looked around before saying, "I don't think the Death Eaters' disappearance was an accident..."

This time it was Voldemort's turn to frown. He said, "You mean, the Death Eaters were killed or kidnapped by him?"

Morgan first shook his head, then nodded, before saying, "I know him well—judging from his expression and tone just now, the Death Eaters' disappearance seemed to be within his expectations. I suspect it was caused by a pre-arranged contingency plan he had laid out here..."

"What?" Voldemort exclaimed. "Wasn't he lured here by a trap? How did he know this location beforehand? And even know everything that was going to happen here? Could he be a prophet?"

Morgan shook his head. "I don't know the details... but I have a feeling the truth isn't far off... He knew about this place all along, made arrangements here, even set traps—traps that we couldn't detect... The Death Eaters are definitely connected to him..."

Morgan sighed again, gazing wistfully at the sky, and said, "What a terrible person... It's a pity we're not on the same path..."