Magic-Enhancing Curse Mark
"The ritual is complete," Skylar said solemnly, lowering his wand. The magic circle on the ground slowly dimmed, leaving only faint magical fluctuations.
He looked up at the sky; in the gray expanse, the black sun still blazed fiercely. He looked anxiously at the girls, ignoring the sweat on his brow and his own exhaustion, and asked with concern, "How are you feeling? Are you alright?"
The girls looked at each other, then shook their heads, indicating that they did not feel any physical problems.
"This is a new spell seal I've learned—the Magic Magic-Enhancing Curse Mark. As the name suggests, it's a spell that can strengthen the magic power within you," Skylar explained.
"But..." Daphne looked puzzled, "I didn't feel anything."
"This isn't a permanent passive spell. Normally, aside from the tattoo on the back of your hand, you'll appear perfectly normal, and no one will notice anything unusual," Skylar patiently explained. "Only when you actively activate the power of the seal with your mental incantations—you'll enter a combat state called 'Magic Wielder Form' —will your magic power temporarily increase by one level. The duration of this effect will depend on your individual constitution."
"Now let me impart my spiritual magic to you—" Skylar inserted his wand into his temple, drawing out a stream of silvery-white, gaseous liquid, and then guided it to flow slowly through the air toward the girls' foreheads, eventually penetrating their skin.
When Daphne and Susan, who were the first to complete the inscription, eagerly activated the spell, purple magical light burst forth from the backs of their hands, quickly engulfing their entire bodies. Their pupils shifted slightly, the deep purple radiance swirling like a vortex, exuding a captivating allure. On each cheek, a narrow purple magical mark appeared, like Ancient Magic brand, making their features even more exquisite and bewitching.
Daphne's golden hair floated slightly under the influence of magic, as light and airy as flowing silk. Her pupils were deep and captivating, and her violet irises seemed to hold endless mysteries. The slightly upturned corners of her eyes added a touch of dangerous allure. The purple magic patterns that appeared on her cheeks spread like vines, like bewitching thorns in the night.
Susan's transformation was equally stunning. Her chestnut hair curled slightly under the influence of magic, with a layer of eerie purple light flowing through the strands, like whispering demonic flames in the dark night. Her skin appeared even more delicate under the magic's enhancement, like silk kissed by moonlight, radiating an alluring glow.
In their "Demon Slayer" forms, both girls shed their girlish shyness and naivety, emerging like slumbering witches from their cocoons, displaying a cold and alluring charm that was almost witch-like. The purple demonic patterns on their delicate faces accentuated their snow-white skin, making them resemble nightmare rulers who controlled the night.
Seeing this, the other girls also tried to activate their "Magic Wielder Form," and their appearances all changed to varying degrees.
Morrie's black hair seemed even thicker, her originally straight long hair now curling into waves, with faint purple magic patterns appearing among the strands. It was casually draped over her shoulders, making her skin appear even whiter and more flawless. Her purple eyes glowed with an eerie red light, like a succubus in the night.
Luna's transformation carried a dreamlike, otherworldly charm. Her long, light-gold hair swayed gently in the magical breeze, with tiny silver specks of light swirling among the strands, like stardust in the night sky. Her aura was more alluring than usual; she tilted her head slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips, like an elf strolling in the darkness, both pure and fatally attractive.
The Carrow sisters' aura underwent a significant transformation. They were already cold and aloof, but in their Magic Wielder Form, they resembled the most dangerous witches of the night, possessing a deadly allure that could make any man fall for them. Their long silver hair cascaded down, the strands flowing like silk under the influence of magic, emitting a faint glow, while their eyes gleamed with a faint blood-red light, both eerie and deadly.
Astoria, Cho Chang, Joanna, Melinda each displayed their own alluring charm. Their skin seemed to have been given a silky texture, their eyes became deep and mysterious, and their lips were as red as blood, exuding a captivating and dangerous beauty.
In their Magic Wielder Form, each of them is like a witch in the night, alluring yet deadly, as if fallen angels have descended to earth, their every move exuding irresistible charm and intimidation.
Their transformation happened in a split second, right before Skylar's eyes. Ten girls suddenly transformed from innocent young women into mature, alluring succubi exuding a dangerous aura. Skylar dared to say that any normal man would be unable to bear seeing this scene, so it's not hard to imagine the immense impact Skylar's heart had on him at that moment.
Skylar felt his lips and tongue go dry. He swallowed hard, trying to calm his erratic breathing and heartbeat, and with great willpower, he closed his eyes, ignoring what was happening before him.
"What's wrong? Afraid to look at us?" Daphne's playful teasing rang in their ears, followed by the silvery laughter of the other women.
When Skylar reopened his eyes, his pupils had turned crimson, and his face was stern and cold, devoid of any emotion, as if he had become immune to the girls' allure.
"What happened?" Daphne asked in surprise.
"Don't underestimate a man's self-control," Skylar smiled, though the smile wasn't very warm. In his heart, he thought to himself that it was fortunate that during the summer vacation, he was either facing a Half-Veela or a femme fatale skilled in seduction magic every day, which had already allowed him to figure out a set of rules for self-preservation.
He activated his Magic Eye, carefully sensing—
Each girl's magic had indeed improved remarkably— Daphne and Susan had even reached the pinnacle of elite Auror, becoming on par with Sarf. Apart from the few Grand Sorcerer in the world, they were second to none in pure magical power.
Morrie, Luna, and Cho Chang were also quite effective, at least on par with ordinary elite Auror, roughly at the level of Gadwin Robards or John Dawlish. If you take into account their respective secret magic and unique inheritances, John Dawlish probably wouldn't be able to last ten rounds against them.
Astoria and the four assistant leaders have reached the pinnacle of adult wizarding, making them virtually invincible within Hogwarts. Even if they encounter an adult wizard outside the school, as long as the opponent is not an elite Auror, they can still protect themselves or escape, even if they cannot defeat them.
Skylar surveyed the crowd with satisfaction, a slow smile playing on his lips, "It seems the results have met expectations."
The girls looked at each other, their eyes gleaming with a burning light—a power powerful enough to change the Sleeping Dragon Society's fighting strength and establish it in the entire Wizarding World.
When the effect wore off, the girls returned to their original forms, much like those described in the book. The cursed seal's effect lasted for about 10 minutes on them, while Daphne, Luna, and Susan, who possessed bloodline powers, experienced it for almost 15 minutes.
Within Skylar's Suitcase Space, a hidden canyon lay nestled among the mountains, surrounded by endless cliffs, resembling a secluded dragon's sanctuary. In the center of the canyon, a vast plain stretched out quietly before them, faint magical fluctuations swirling in the air, and occasional howling winds whipping up loose dust from the ground.
Accompanied by a deep, resonant dragon roar, twelve Hebridean Black lay silently on the ground. Their massive bodies, like black mountains, were covered with thick, hard scales, each gleaming with a dark metallic sheen. Their wings were half-open, faintly revealing an obsidian-like color, Dragon Tail occasionally swayed gently, carving deep furrows in the ground.
These Black Dragon had been carefully tamed by the MacFusty Clan. Their eyes no longer held the wildness and bloodlust of the past, but instead a hint of docility and agility. They lay quietly on the ground, heads slightly bowed, allowing the girls to reach out and stroke their foreheads and noses. The Black Dragon's skin, under the influence of magic, was warm and resilient, exuding a reassuring sense of power.
Daphne gently stroked the Black Dragon's forehead, feeling the warmth of its breath on the back of her hand, and a slight smile appeared on her lips, "Indeed, more obedient than I imagined."
"Don't be fooled by them." Morrie raised an eyebrow, observing the other Black Dragon from the side, and said with a playful tone, "Their fangs aren't just for show. Once they enter battle mode, they won't be so docile."
"That's why we need to train them." Sarf smiled slightly, gently patting the neck of the Black Dragon beside her. The Dragon Eyes flickered slightly in the darkness, seemingly quite pleased with her gesture.
"However, there are twelve Black Dragon here, and there are only eleven of us. Is the other Black Dragon yours, Skylar?" After the girls had all chosen their partners, Daphne asked in confusion when she saw Skylar still standing there.
"I have Merlin's Guardian Ring, and I can fly on my own, so the Black Dragon mount is of little use to me," Skylar explained.
Daphne nodded in understanding. When Skylar told them about the "Magical Dragon Rider Corps" plan, he had already explained that the purpose of the Dragon was to provide wizard riders with a means of protection and to replace Broomstick for flight, and Skylar obviously didn't need either of those.
"So," Skylar said casually, "The last Black Dragon is for Phoebe Delacour."
An awkward silence fell over the room.
Daphne:...
Sarf:...
Morrie:...
Astoria spread her hands, shook her head helplessly, and said, "Skylar, what can I say about you? You're good in every way, except you're a little too much of a womanizer."
Skylar blushed slightly, a rare occurrence for him. He coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment, then slowly began to speak, "Your next task is to cultivate a bond and understanding with these Black Dragons, and to try training in tactics and combat coordination in actual battles, to build a true Magical Dragon Rider Corps."
As his voice fell, a flicker of excitement and eagerness flashed in everyone's eyes. They had long heard the legends of the ancient dragon knights, but now, they were about to become part of that legend—riding Black Dragon and Cleansweep all enemies in the skies and on the battlefield.