Final Challenge
Skylar slowly opened his eyes. The morning light from outside shone through the gauze curtains into the room, illuminating the white bed. He blinked, his gaze shifting slightly downwards, and he saw Phoebe sleeping soundly beside him.
She lay on her side, her long, silvery-gold hair scattered across the pillow, slightly disheveled yet possessing a unique, gentle beauty. Her sleeping face was peaceful and sweet, a faint smile playing on her lips, as if she were still immersed in last night's dream. She was still wearing a nightgown, the thin silk rising and falling gently with her breath, outlining her slender and elegant curves.
Skylar for a moment, his mind involuntarily recalling the scene from the previous night.
Last night--
He had already gone back to his room to rest, but Phoebe entered his room and confessed her feelings to him.
Skylar did not respond immediately. He was always rational and calm, and would not be easily swayed by emotions.
Although there had indeed been some sparks flying between him and Phoebe over the past few days, and he wasn't entirely without feelings for Phoebe, he knew his own situation. His life was filled with danger and the unknown, ambition and conspiracy, darkness and death, and he really wasn't suited to accept anyone's feelings anymore.
Who would have thought that this proud, swan-like young lady would act out of the ordinary and forcefully kiss Skylar?
It must be said that Phoebe's move was indeed impressive; Skylar was slightly captivated at that moment—the two passionately kissed.
After the passion subsided, Skylar regained his senses. He gently pushed Phoebe away and told her bluntly, "Phoebe, I already have several girlfriends."
He had expected Phoebe to be surprised, or even back down, but she only paused slightly before revealing a captivating smile, a more determined light igniting in her eyes.
"So what?" She chuckled softly, her tone radiating an undeniable confidence. "All I know is that I like you."
The next moment, she took a step forward, reached out and hooked her arms around Skylar's neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his lips again, as if she didn't care about anything tonight.
Skylar was slightly taken aback, turned his head slightly to avoid Phoebe's lips, and gently pushed her shoulder, trying to calm her down. But Phoebe's advances became even more passionate, giving him no chance to refuse.
She pushed him down onto the armchair, straddling his lap, her arms encircling his neck, her silver-gold hair cascading down like a gentle curtain. Her kisses, with the fervor and romance unique to France girls, landed on Skylar's cheeks, jaw, and even his neck, carrying the innate, fatal allure of her Veela bloodline.
Skylar's hand instinctively went to her waist, his fingertips touching her firm yet soft curves, feeling the warmth of her body and her slight trembling.
Her body was hot and soft, and her burning heat emanated through the thin nightgown. Phoebe's breathing became rapid, and her chest rose and fell slightly. She pressed herself even closer, almost embedding herself in his arms.
The girl's unique, faint fragrance, carrying the sweet scent of Phoebe flowers, lingered around Skylar's nose, making him dizzy and mesmerized.
His breathing quickened slightly for a moment, and his heartbeat accelerated involuntarily. Even the usually calm and composed Skylar was overwhelmed by the passion emanating from Phoebe, which made him momentarily dazed and almost unable to control himself.
But in the end, he remained restrained.
Skylar gently grasped Phoebe's wrist, pulled her away slightly, and whispered, "That's enough, Phoebe, stop fooling around."
Phoebe looked up at him, her azure eyes sparkling with an indomitable spirit.
"Skylar," she said softly, her breath slightly unsteady, "Are you really that unwilling to accept me?"
Skylar was silent for a moment, then finally sighed, reached out and ruffled her hair, saying in a complicated tone, "It's not that I'm unwilling... it's just that, as you know—the black wizard in Valley of Giants is the Shadow of the Magic Dragon, another major enemy of mine besides the Death Eaters, and there's also someone named Walpurgis..."
"I'm not afraid of these things... What your girlfriends can do, I can do too!" Phoebe bit her lower lip and said unwillingly.
"But I'm afraid! You are all good girls, and you should all be living like princesses. I'm afraid I'll drag you down and won't be able to give you the happiness you want..." Having said what was on his mind, Skylar slowly closed his eyes. At this moment, his heart was really tired. Gaining power, protecting his family, and changing the wizarding world were all goals he had set since his transmigration. But he really didn't expect that there would be so many things to do, and that it would be so tiring.
He was already incredibly wealthy, renowned throughout the world, possessed strength comparable to three archmages, commanded a fearsome and invincible army, and even wielded the authority and power representing more than half of Britain's Pure-blood families.
However, he still dared not relax for a moment. Every time he became stronger, he would receive intelligence that the enemy was also upgrading. The Great Purge of Walpurgis was imminent, and he was still helpless. The Death God Sect was already stirring, but he was still clueless.
Others see him as having many girlfriends, being a charming and wealthy man, and having a happy family; but no one knows that he has very little time to enjoy his life.
Phoebe stared directly into his eyes, as if trying to see through all his defenses.
Finally, she didn't force him any further, but gently rested her head on his chest, quietly feeling his heartbeat.
Skylar gently stroked her hair, tidying up the messy strands, and whispered, "Give me a little more time, okay?"
Phoebe let out a soft moan, and after an unknown amount of time, she quietly got up and slipped into Skylar's bed. Skylar also quietly lay down on the other side of the bed, and the two of them did nothing more out of line.
Back to the present--
Skylar snapped out of his reverie, looked down at Phoebe sleeping soundly, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly, her passion was indeed hard to resist.
But in any case, today is the final day of the competition. Let's talk about feelings after the competition is over.
The morning sunlight streamed through the tall stained-glass windows onto the long table in the Potions Room. Unlike the dark and damp Potions Classroom in the Hogwarts basement, this room was sunny, warm, and comfortable, with a refreshing plant fragrance in the air that was invigorating.
A transparent, arched skylight covers the entire dome, allowing the morning sunlight to stream into the laboratory without obstruction. During the day, the room is brightly lit, requiring no magical lighting; and at night, the skylight reveals a dazzling starry sky, allowing Potions to appreciate the vast universe while focusing on concocting potions.
The walls are made of smooth, flawless white marble, inlaid with rows of exquisite wooden bookshelves displaying various Potions books and research papers. Each experimental table is equipped with the latest magical temperature control device, which can precisely control the heat and ensure the stability of Potions brewing.
A faint, fresh scent of herbs wafts through the air, emanating from the various potted fresh medicinal herbs placed around the room. These herbs not only provide raw materials but also purify the air, creating a more pleasant environment. The suspended crystal chandelier overhead changes color over time, automatically adjusting the light to ensure the entire laboratory maintains optimal brightness at all times.
Each lab table is equipped with brand-new Potions tools—a gleaming silver stirring spoon, an obsidian mortar engraved with ancient runes, and smart glass test tubes that can automatically measure the concentration of potions. The crucibles are made of various materials, from common tin crucibles to expensive dragon's blood stone crucibles, and participants can choose freely according to their needs.
In addition, a small magic mirror was placed in the corner of each experimental table. It could not only be used to observe the reaction of the Potions, but also serve as a communication tool to communicate remotely with the judging panel. This high-tech magic device made the competition process more efficient and transparent.
The entire laboratory is spacious and airy, combining the convenience of modern magical technology with the ritualistic feel of traditional Potions- making. It is not a dark and rotten old alchemy room, but a vibrant, innovative, and inspiring alchemical sanctuary where every contestant can unleash their full potential.
The Potions Room was located in a tall, semi-circular hall with seven long tables. Morozov's table was empty, while the other six were covered with the contestants' names written in English and filled with the materials they had collected and processed. Contestants could bring their own cauldrons and any personal tools needed for brewing Potions; in other words, in this competition, equipment (wealth) was also considered a form of strength.
The final challenge of the project has been revealed – Cosmetic Potion.
Cosmetic Potion don't refer to a specific Potions, but rather encompass all types of Potions that can enhance one's appearance and demeanor. Sacharissa, the former head of the Tugwood family and a famous Chocolate Frog Card player, is known for inventing many Cosmetic Potion, the most famous of which is the Pimple Potion.
Skylar stood before his workbench, his eyes gleaming with eager anticipation. This project was not just a competition for him, but also a golden opportunity to showcase his Potions skills.