The Great Hall looked grand and magnificent during the Christmas feast. More than a dozen Christmas trees coated in silver frost gleamed alongside thick garlands of mistletoe and holly crisscrossing the ceiling. Magic had been cast over the hall, and warm, dry snowflakes drifted gently down from above.
The exquisite, luxurious food delighted everyone. After the feast, Skylar, in a rare mood of relaxation, took a stroll through the corridors before making his way leisurely toward the Slytherin Common Room.
At the entrance to the common room, Skylar saw Goyle and Crabbe pacing back and forth anxiously, as though they had forgotten the password and could not get in.
The corners of Skylar's lips curled upward slightly. Now this was an interesting development. With Skylar's Magic Eye, he could tell at a glance that the magic of the two before him was far more refined than that of Goyle and Crabbe, those two hulking idiots. Judging from the plot, these two had to be Harry and Ron disguised with Polyjuice Potion, intending to pry information about the Chamber of Secrets from Draco.
Another interesting discovery was that Polyjuice Potion could only replicate a person's appearance, not their soul, magic, or other traits. That was only reasonable—otherwise, wouldn't every duel between the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix turn into thirty Voldemorts facing off against thirty Dumbledores?
Skylar stepped forward and greeted them. After saying the password, "Pure-blood," he pretended to help them enter the common room, then waited for Draco with them. The three sat in the common room, exchanging idle remarks while each harbored their own thoughts, waiting for Draco to return.
It was not as though Harry and Ron had never considered questioning Skylar directly. But Skylar's unfathomable image had always made Harry hesitate, and he