Avalon Island

It was the first day of the Easter holiday, and as usual, Hermione spent most of the day drawing up study schedules for the three of them. Harry and Ron let her draw them; it was much easier than arguing with her, and besides, the schedules might come in handy.

Ron was genuinely surprised to find that there were only six weeks left until the exam.

"What's so surprising?" Hermione asked, tapping each of the small squares on Ron's timetable with her wand, causing them to flash in different colors according to the subject.

"I don't know," Ron said. "Too much has happened lately."

"Here you go," Hermione said, handing the timetable to Ron. "Just follow these steps, and you should be fine."

Ron, who had been frowning and looking down at the timetable, suddenly broke into a smile.

"You let me have one night off every week!"

"That's Quidditch training," Hermione said.

Ron's smile vanished.

The same scene played out in the Slytherin Common Room.

"You little devil!" Draco roared, looking at the packed study schedule Schelling had arranged for Skylar. "Don't forget, I'm the older brother."

"Tch, we're twins—" Skylar scoffed, "Besides, as the future head of the House of Malfoy, if your grades are too poor, it would tarnish our family's reputation."

"But... but..." Draco blushed, "I believe my achievements don't lie in my studies. Don't forget—I'm also the captain of the Quidditch team!"

"Yes," Skylar nodded coldly in agreement, "You see, haven't I set aside one Quidditch training session for you every week?"

"But..."

"No buts!" Finally, Skylar pulled out his Killer card, shoving a Two-Way Mirror into Draco's hand. "Tell your father and mother yourself—what kind of grade are you aiming for on this exam?"

Lucius's stern face and Narcissa's expectant eyes flashed through his mind at the same time, and Draco forced a smile that was more like a grimace.

Although Skylar had been busy with various plans for the Sleeping Dragon Society and participated in many extracurricular activities over the past few months, such as the International Animagus Seminar, the Cairo Alchemy Congress, and the Diagon Alley Commercial Alliance Conference, he did not neglect his studies.

He simply learns more effectively than others.

Of course, compared to other students, he already had clear life goals, so a mere report card could not determine his future at all.

Just like the Weasley Twins in the original story, Skylar has already considered graduating early, but before that, he needs to make sure that the Sleeping Dragon Society can continue to operate without him.

That day, after reviewing his lessons with Daphne, Morrie, and Susan, Skylar returned to his dormitory only to find Dobby looking nervous.

"Young master, Dobby has urgent intelligence from the Reverse Scale —someone saw Morgan le Fay in the wilderness of Great Britain, and this news has been confirmed by the Silver Spear. Morgan and her dark wizards have left North America and seem to have obtained what they wanted." Upon seeing Skylar, Dobby quickly relayed the intelligence he had brought.

A sharp glint flashed in Skylar's eyes; this was the result he had been waiting for. During the Gryffindor illusion trial, he had traveled back in time, witnessed the origins and consequences of the Avalon School, and even grasped some clues about the Avalon Island.

He knew that Morgan's trip to North America was to obtain the "key" to unlock King Arthur's seal on the Avalon Island.

Now that she's back, she'll definitely head to Avalon Island as soon as possible, where there's something that can help her regain her peak strength.

"Dobby, the war is about to begin—tell Scrimgeour, Ji Lufan, the Silver Spear Organization, and the Night Cat to gather their forces as soon as possible and assemble at this location—" Skylar conjured a map of Britain, crossed out a spot in the southeastern sea, and said coldly, "This time, we must wipe them out in one fell swoop."

A deep fog shrouds the sea off southeast Britain.

In that seemingly endless sea of greyish-white mist, a colossal ship with a dragon's head emerged from the fog. The ship seemed to possess its own consciousness, circling and meandering through the mist, its course strange and winding. After nearly an hour of wandering, it slowly approached a solitary reef standing on the sea.

Several low shouts came from the deck, and a few crew members dressed in black wizard robes with scarlet Dragon embroidered on the hem emerged from the cabin, pointing warily at the reef and whispering among themselves.

A moment later, Morgan le Fay, surrounded by several close associates, stepped out of the cabin and slowly ascended the deck. Her beauty was breathtaking, her aura commanding, her crimson cloak fluttering in the sea breeze. Gazing at the rocks, she softly parted her lips. "Nimue, is this it?"

The long-absent Hogwarts librarian, Madam Pince now we should call her Nimue), stepped forward and said coldly, "This is the place. After your dragon form was sealed by Merlin, Arthur used the magic circle left by Merlin to gather the power of the ten Knights of the Round Table and completely sealed off our homeland, making it impossible for us to enter again."

She sneered and said, "Although a thousand years have passed, magic always leaves traces. With my relentless pursuit over the past thousand years, I have finally found the core of the magic array, which is this inconspicuous reef before me— Merlin's Boundary Stone."

"Very good." Morgan chuckled, her eyes deep and unfathomable. She slowly raised her right hand, and an ancient-looking iron sword Silencio appeared in her palm— King Arthur's sword, the "key" she had obtained on this trip to North America.

"Once we return to our homeland, we will regain our former power—" she murmured softly. Perhaps influenced by the other soul within her, Morgan couldn't help but think of Skylar Malfoy. "This time, I will not let him get away with it!"

"Ex--"

"Calibur!"

As she called out, the long-dormant Excalibur suddenly burst forth with a blazing red light, like thunder and fire in blood, illuminating the entire misty sea. This was the splendor of the famous sword that accompanied King Arthur in his conquests of the world!

With a gentle flick of Morgan's jade hand, the holy sword was inserted into the boundary marker, all the way to the hilt.

The Holy Sword has returned to its rightful place.

The next moment, the mist surged violently, spreading outwards like a tide.

A broken and ancient magical barrier collapsed, and a lonely island floating between reality and illusion slowly emerged from the sea— Avalon, the legendary lost magical holy land, finally returned to the world.

However, before they could even celebrate their victory, as the thick fog dissipated, a horrifying scene suddenly appeared.

From all directions, countless warships surged forward like a tide across the sea. Each ship flew a blood-stained raven flag high, and its decks were filled with fierce-looking, armored warriors—the North Sea North Sea Viking Corps, known as the Guardians of the North Sea!

"The North Sea Viking Corps? Why are they here?" Morgan's gaze turned cold, and her brows furrowed. Although she wasn't afraid of them, despite her strength as a quasi-magician, she felt a vague unease.

Although the dense fog provided excellent cover for them, it was highly unusual that she, a quasi-magician, was surrounded without even realizing it.

"This is no coincidence," she whispered, a murderous glint in her eyes. "Someone has been waiting for us here for a long time."