Team Leaders' Meeting
That night, in Chamber of Secrets.
Chamber of Secrets, the green wall lamps cast dim shadows, illuminating the serpentine decorations coiling on the walls. In the chilly stone hall, all the leaders of the Sleeping Dragon Society had gathered. Each face was sharply defined in the dim light, each with a different temperament, yet all exuding composure and confidence.
This is a meeting only for the team leaders.
Skylar slowly surveyed everyone present—not just Daphne, Astoria, Morrie, and Luna, but also the Carrow Sisters, Joanna, and Melinda, all of whom had shown remarkable growth.
Especially Hestia and Flora Carrow.
Skylar narrowed his eyes, noticing a sharp glint in their eyes and a significant change in their demeanor, making them appear more formidable than before. This wasn't a transformation brought about by ordinary training, but rather a deeper accumulation of power—it seemed they had begun practicing the secret magic of the Carrow Family.
His gaze swept over Joanna Derwent and Melinda Bobin. Although their changes were not as obvious as the Carrow sisters', the thoughtfulness and confidence in their eyes indicated that they had also undergone a transformation this summer.
This is proof of the growth of the Sleeping Dragon Society and the continuous accumulation of his power.
Skylar smiled slightly, his deep and clear voice ringing out. "It seems everyone has grown a lot since we last met over the summer. You haven't disappointed me."
"Of course," the Carrow Sisters replied in unison, then exchanged a glance and gave each other the same smile, making it impossible to tell them apart.
"Skylar, you've made such a name for yourself during the summer vacation. As your right-hand men, we naturally can't fall behind too much," Hestia said playfully.
The Carrow Family has its own intelligence network, and the Carrow Sisters must have already heard about the Battle of Valley of Giants, the Battle of Knockturn Alley, and the Potions Championship.
Luna tilted her head and looked at Skylar, her silver-gray eyes gleaming strangely in the dim light. "Exceptional wisdom is humanity's greatest wealth—we all know what we should pursue, so we certainly won't disappoint you."
"Well said, Luna," Astoria nodded gently. "Skylar, as a core member of the Sleeping Dragon Society, we all know the current situation. I believe everyone here has been working very hard, hoping to help you and become an indispensable asset to the Sleeping Dragon Society."
"Skylar," Susan said slowly and firmly, "The world that the Sleeping Dragon Society wants to build is not just your ideal, but also the shared vision of all of us, and we are all willing to give everything for it."
Skylar's eyes gleamed with an inexplicable light. It was hard to say whether he was moved by them or proud of their efforts. However, he knew that these people were his most trusted right-hands. Although they were not related by blood, they were his closest comrades-in-arms, and were equal to his family.
"So, tell me, what progress has the Sleeping Dragon Society made since the summer vacation started?"
Astoria spoke first, "I've made contact with Uncle Ali, and he's started getting supplies steadily from the France Magic Garden." She raised her chin slightly, her tone tinged with pride. "The logistical problems of the Dragon Tail Group have been solved, and our Potions production efficiency will greatly increase from now on. I estimate it will be at least three times or more than before."
"Very good, Tori," Skylar nodded approvingly. "I used quite a few Potions during the Battle of the Giant. Later, Sarf, remember to show Tori the list of items used so she can replenish them as quickly as possible according to her inventory."
"Okay, I will," Sarf, who had been silent all along, finally replied.
"Morrie, Cho Chang," Skylar called out the names of the two leaders of the Dragon Soul Team.
Yes, we are.
Skylar pulled a thick parchment from his pocket and said in a very serious tone, "This is the research notebook of Mr. Tilden Toots, whom I met at the Society of Extraordinary Potioneers. He is an expert in the Potions needed to cultivate magical plants. I believe the information inside can be helpful to you."
Morrie carefully took the research notes, adjusted his glasses, quickly skimmed through the contents, and said, "It's indeed relevant to our research—with these notes, we should be able to greatly accelerate the progress of the 'Growth Potion' research project."
"That's good," Skylar said in a deep voice. "This summer, I've fought against the Shadow of the Magic Dragon and Voldemort. It seems they're also accelerating their efforts to build up their forces. We don't have much time left. The research on the Growth Potion is crucial to the overall combat strength of the Dragon Wing Team. It's a matter of great importance, and you must urge your team members to devote more effort to this project."
"Yes, I understand," Morrie nodded in response. "I assure you, everyone in the Dragon Soul Team is working very hard and will give you a satisfactory result soon."
With Morrie's guarantee, Skylar didn't dwell on the topic, but instead asked Susan, "Any new information from the Dragon Eye Group?"
Susan nodded slightly, her expression calm. "We have identified the masterminds behind the ' Pure-Blood Traitor Faction — Augusta Longbottom, Muriel Prewett, and Gerlsta Marchbanks. These three each possess different resources and have been secretly developing their family's power by supporting Dumbledore's pro- Muggle political theories."
So it was them.
Unbelievable, truly unbelievable! The leaders of the prestigious Pure-Blood Traitor Faction, a force capable of rivaling the Pure-Blood Extremist Faction, are actually a group of reclusive old women.
These three women are all over 80 years old on average—they're all grandmothers.
Schelling wasn't very familiar with the Longbottom family, only knowing that Neville was now the only direct descendant of the main family. However, in the original story, Neville had an uncle named Algi, who had brought back a Mib-me-bo for him from Assyria. This suggests that there must be many other members of the Longbottom family that he had overlooked.
He wore a thoughtful expression, then murmured, "As for Muriel Prewett, this woman surprises me even more." In the original story, she was a rather unlikable elder, Skylar couldn't imagine that she actually wielded nearly a third of the influence of the Pure-blood families.
"You should keep a close eye on the Prewett family." His voice was firm. "If I remember correctly, she has a cousin who works at the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, named Lancelot, Lancelot Prewett."
"Yes," a determined glint flashed in Susan's eyes, "I will remember this name and arrange for people to monitor him as soon as possible."
"Also," Skylar said, "Arthur Weasley has essentially lost all his influence, but I'm pretty sure he should have two brothers—you need to confirm their identities, whether they have any descendants, and whether they are still active in Great Britain."
In the original book, Ron mentioned that his uncle Bilius Weasley died of illness within 24 hours of seeing the Grim, but Skylar could not be sure whether Bilius was one of Arthur Weasley's two brothers.
"If they're still around—" Skylar's tone turned cold, "They should also be brought under our surveillance."
"As for Gerlsta Marchbanks, my father invites her to our Christmas dinner every year, and although she always declines, she never makes any firm statements, which shows she's someone who can be won over—let me handle her personally!"
"Understood." Susan stepped forward and replied in a deep voice.
Skylar turned to look at Daphne, who had been standing quietly to the side, and his tone softened slightly. "Daphne, Dobby and the other Sprite sent any news?"
Daphne tossed her long, golden hair, her tone calm yet tinged with sarcasm. "Tiberius McLaggen has heard about Cormac's altercation with you on the Hogwarts Express. His stance is clear—he has no intention of protecting his nephew."
Skylar scoffed lightly, "That does surprise me a bit."
"His exact words were—'That child is spoiled by his parents, arrogant, stupid, and conceited.'" Daphne said calmly, "Moreover, he has personally written to Cormac, severely reprimanding Cormac in the letter, hoping you won't take it to heart."
Skylar chuckled. "Looks like he doesn't have a good impression of his nephew either."
"It's more than just dislike?" Daphne said calmly. "He also said to reassure you—even if conflict is ultimately unavoidable, he won't side with Cormac. Your conflict will absolutely not affect your alliance with him."
A playful smile appeared on Skylar's lips, "It seems he's even smarter than I thought."
In the current British Great Britain arena, anyone with a brain knows that the Britain wizarding world is about to undergo a huge transformation. The old order will be broken, and the victors of the transformation will set new rules. Therefore, if you want to maintain a place in the future Britain wizarding world, choosing the right side is more important than anything else.
The meeting didn't end there; instead, it moved to the Suitcase Space.
Inside the Suitcase Space, in the gloomy sky, a black sun appeared, its perimeter faintly glowing with a grayish-white halo. Everyone who witnessed this miraculous scene marveled at it.
"What is this?" Astoria asked curiously.
"This is the 'Black Sun Eclipse' phenomenon recorded in ancient books. Many ancient magical rituals can only be performed under this celestial phenomenon, and I only managed to simulate it by using weather magic," Skylar explained.
Although they already knew of Skylar's power, at this moment, all the girls' faces were filled with indescribable complex expressions. What Skylar was doing had already exceeded their understanding of "magic".
"Next, I have a big gift for all of you," Skylar said with a slight smile, "I'll show you one of the biggest gains I've had this summer—"
"Magic-Enhancing Curse Mark."
Skylar began chanting, as if responding to the black sun in the sky, and a blood-red magic circle lit up on the ground. A faint green flame flickered at the tip of Skylar's wand. Skylar gently waved his wand, and a mysterious and dangerous aura filled the air. The girls of the Sleeping Dragon Society stood around the magic circle, and the light from the magic circle, like a giant snake that had come to life, began to meander and coil on the ground.
Guided by the magic circle, the green flames slowly landed on Daphne's hand, imprinting a mysterious rune on her snow-white skin like warm flames. The rune emitted a faint green light, as if it had a life of its own, and slowly merged into her skin.
Next came Susan, Luna, Morrie... Except for Sarf, every girl received the seal under Skylar's ritual. When the last one completed the inscription, Skylar whispered the ancient incantation, "Awaken, primordial source of magic, master of magic."
An invisible wave emanated from the center of the magic circle, instantly activating all the spell seals. The previously obscure spell seals became clear; they were a scepter with bat wings, the black bat wings twitching slightly, seemingly resonating with their magic.