Yusuf Kama

Not far from the Sun Hotel, a black vulture perched silently on the roof of a low building, its sharp eyes piercing the night and coldly looking down at the hotel.

It is still there.

From the moment they entered the Egyptian Museum, Skylar noticed that this strange bird had been following them, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing. It would sometimes circle in the distance, sometimes land on the roof. On the surface, it looked like an ordinary vulture, but Skylar didn't think so. This vulture was much larger than a normal vulture, and its feathers were unusually clean.

It's important to know that vultures feed on carrion, and it's common for them to be covered in garbage, dust, and blood. Their clean feathers would actually seem abnormal.

Skylar snorted coldly. He was willing to bet that this was definitely not an ordinary bird, but an Animagus!

A cold smile curled at the corner of Skylar's lips. He turned around, put on his black robe, deftly pushed open the window, and leaped into the night.

As he fell, Skylar cast the Invisible Phantom Charm, and the moment he landed, he vanished completely.

He moved silently through the streets of Cairo under the cover of night, his steps as light as a ghostly shadow, approaching the direction where the vulture had perched.

When he arrived at the foot of a dilapidated clock tower, the black vulture seemed to sense something, and suddenly flapped its wings and took flight, trying to shake off the hunter who was following it.

Hmm? Quite alert.

"Trying to run?" Skylar sneered, raising his wand. A crimson spell shot out instantly, heading straight for the vulture high in the sky.

"Hiss--!"

The locked-on vulture spun sharply, but ultimately couldn't completely evade; the curse tore its wing, leaving a deep burn mark.

It writhed in agony, plummeting rapidly, twisting and Transfiguration in mid-air, and finally, in a distorted magical fluctuation, transformed into a tall, dark-skinned man—Yusof Kama!

It really was him.

Skylar had always known that Yusov Kama was an unregistered Animagus, but he did not know what his animal form was.

He knelt on one knee, breathing heavily, a charred mark emerging from the wound on his shoulder, his wand gripped tightly in his hand.

Skylar walked forward slowly, a cold sneer on his lips, "You're quite patient, following me like a loyal dog from daytime until now."

Yusof Kama slowly raised his head, his gaze sharp as a knife. He gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Skylar Malfoy, you've become too dangerous. Dumbledore wants to know your intentions."

Skylar's eyes turned cold, and he chuckled knowingly, "I'm just a Hogwarts student, not even a minor yet. How am I dangerous?"

"We already know about you," Yusof growled, his wand pointing slightly at Skylar. "The reason Fudge targeted the Order of the Order of the Phoenix was because of you, wasn't it? And in Potter's trial, you were the one who invalidated Mrs. Figg's testimony!"

"Ridiculous!" Skylar scoffed. "Fudge is worried about Dumbledore seizing power because Dumbledore has that ability—that's a case of 'possessing a treasure and thus attracting trouble.' As for Mrs. Figg, that's utter nonsense. As a member of the Wizengamot, I naturally have a responsibility to find out the truth. Figg chose to give false testimony herself, so how can she blame me?"

"No matter what you say, you are too dangerous. You have been researching the Fiendfyre without authorization and have also mastered the power of the 'The Other Shore.' These are enough to bring disaster to the world!"

Skylar laughed, a chilling killing intent flashing in his eyes. "The power I wield is to protect what I cherish. Your so-called disaster is nothing more than the difference in our stances. To me, aren't your Animagus just as dangerous?"

His smile faded, his pupils becoming deep and cold. "However, you've messed with the wrong person."

Before he could finish speaking, Skylar suddenly swung his wand—

Yusof Kama reacted swiftly, casting a Shield Charm to create a shield in front of him. However, he hadn't anticipated that Skylar had actually cast two spells at the same time: one offensive and the other spatial.

Spatial magic redirected his offensive spell to Kama's back, striking him and causing him to cough up blood, drop his wand, and collapse to his knees.

Kama knew things were going badly. Skylar's strength was far greater than he had imagined, and he was likely to be defeated here today. He had to tell Dumbledore about Skylar's information. With that thought, he transformed into a vulture again and tried to fly away from here.

Unexpectedly, eight shockingly thick tentacles sprouted from behind Skylar and seized the vulture he had transformed into.

"That's exactly what I've Transfiguration!" Skylar sneered, casting a Stone Statue Transfiguration Spell, turning the struggling vulture into a stone statue.

The reason I didn't use the Killing Curse to kill him directly was because he disliked killing, and disposing of corpses was also a hassle. Of course, most importantly, the use of the Killing Curse can be traced back to the wand, because no one in this world can cast the Killing Curse without a wand.

But if it were just a beast, no one would care. Even if Dumbledore were to investigate, no witness would have the time to remember the whereabouts of a vulture.

He used Apparition to enter the pyramid he had visited that morning, casually tossed the vulture statue into one of the cursed rooms inside, and then used Apparition again to leave.

Sun Hotel.

Skylar pushed open the door, expecting to be greeted by silence, but instead, he was met with a scene that made his blood boil.

Eleanor leaned against his bedside, wearing a semi-transparent black silk nightgown, the soft fabric subtly outlining her shapely curves. Her long brown hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders, and in the dim light, her skin appeared as smooth as ivory.

She didn't speak, but simply gazed at him with her deep blue eyes, a hint of cunning and an irresistible possessiveness in them.

As soon as Skylar closed the door, Eleanor stepped forward without hesitation, grabbed the back of his neck, and kissed him fiercely.

Her kiss was unwavering, almost aggressive, as if asserting her dominance. Skylar was taken aback at first, then chuckled softly, wrapped his arm around her slender waist, and deepened the kiss.

As their breaths mingled, the air temperature gradually rose...

After an unknown amount of time, Eleanor lay in Skylar's arms, her fingertips tracing circles on his chest, her tone languid yet subtly probing. "Is there something you're hiding from me?"

Skylar paused slightly, a hint of helplessness flashing almost imperceptibly in his eyes. He knew he couldn't hide it from her.

"What do you mean?"

Eleanor looked up, her gaze sharp as she looked at him, and slowly said, "Phoebe Delacour."

Skylar paused for a moment, then sighed softly and admitted frankly, "Yes, she is my lover now."

Eleanor looked at him quietly, not speaking immediately, but Skylar could feel her hand tighten slightly. After a few seconds, she gave a soft hum, her tone slightly annoyed, and said, "Another one?"

Skylar remained silent. At this point, silence was the best course of action.

Eleanor narrowed her eyes, giving him a dangerous look, her tone tinged with bitterness. "All your women are in Britain with you, while I have to stay in Germany alone, dealing with all the tedious family matters. Skylar, don't you think that's unfair?"

Looking into her eyes, Skylar knew she wasn't angry, but rather demanding compensation. He smiled helplessly, reached out and picked her up, placing her on his lap, his gaze fixed intently on her.

What kind of compensation do you want?

Eleanor smiled, gently lifted his chin with her fingers, and whispered in his ear—

What do you think?

Skylar smiled, lowered his head, and kissed her.