Pirate Showdown

Skylar's pupils contracted slightly. He had not expected to see her here, much less under these circumstances.

Katarina Monroe—once Skylar's rival at Hogwarts, Beauxbatons' Champion in the Triwizard Tournament, and a descendant of the Moreau Family, hailed as France's foremost family. That proud, cold, domineering woman had once taken pride in her family's honor, standing at the pinnacle of pure-blood wizarding aristocracy, and had once served Walpurgis.

And now, she was being relentlessly pursued like a stray dog, in a wretched state.

Fleur gradually made out the scene in the distance as well. She frowned slightly and asked uncertainly, "Skylar, is that... Monroe?"

Skylar nodded and said softly, "Fleur, stand back. Take care of yourself." His wand slipped from his sleeve into his palm in an instant. With a flicker, he Apparated between Katarina and her pursuers.

The instant Skylar vanished, Barbarossa sneered and waved one hand. A black pillar of water descended from the sky, charging straight at Katarina. Katarina's eyes turned cold as she sharply swung her wand. A black blade shot forth, slicing the water column in two amid a piercing whistle.

Yet Ge Lang had already made his move from the other side. With a wave of his wand, he caused the moisture in the air to rapidly condense, forming a razor-sharp stream of water that slashed viciously toward her back!

Just as the water blade was about to strike Katarina in the back, a flash of white light appeared. As if it had encountered its natural nemesis, the blade dissolved into wisps of vapor-like magic and scattered into the air.

"Who's there?" Barbarossa stopped in his tracks and shouted coldly.

"Heh, I was wondering who it was. Turns out it's my old friend." Skylar appeared beside Katarina and the six men. He strolled forward leisurely,