The Sleeping Dragon Emerges

Skylar abruptly changed the subject, his gaze suddenly falling on Fudge, who still looked somewhat bewildered and at a loss beside him.

"Minister Fudge," he said unhurriedly, with a hint of almost teasing politeness in his tone, "you are the highest-ranking administrative official present. Under Emergency Measures Regulation No. 72 of the International Wizard Court, I would like to confirm—these five are all first-class Dark wizards wanted internationally. Am I permitted to kill them on the spot if necessary?"

As his words fell, an eerie silence descended over the battlefield.

Voldemort, Morgan le Fay, Barbarossa, Anubi, and the legendary Herpo—these five were, without question, the most dangerous beings in the entire wizarding world.

For a moment, Fudge failed to react entirely. Cold sweat beaded across his forehead as he stared blankly at Skylar's composed expression, his lips trembling. "Ah... wh-what... all right... you may."

Skylar nodded, seemingly quite satisfied with this "authorization."

After all, he was a "law-abiding" citizen!

Then he turned to Scrimgeour and spoke slowly. "Mr. Scrimgeour, the enemy is exceptionally powerful, and I judge this battle to be extremely dangerous. I request permission to use Dark Arts—including the Unforgivable Curses."

The moment he said this, it was as though a bucket of cold water had been poured over the entire crowd.

The Aurors' expressions shifted slightly, and some members of the Order of the Phoenix looked shocked as well. Though there had indeed been similar precedents during the last Wizarding War, hearing such a request come from a student—even Skylar—was still profoundly startling.

"Are you kidding..." a young Auror muttered under his breath, but no one dared echo him.

Scrimgeour's gaze sharpened as he stared intently into Skylar's eyes.

What he saw was no longer a Hogwarts student, but someone capable of guiding the course of the