Cho Chang's Awakening

With a piercing shriek like a thousand birds crying out, countless magical swords poured down in a torrential rain of blades. Sharp, sword-shaped streaks of light descended from the heavens with terrifying force, forcing everyone present—friend and foe alike—to avoid their edge.

Scrimgeour made a swift decision, breaking away from the battle formation and taking position atop the stone steps. Using the Sonorus Charm, he loudly directed the Aurors to cast restraining spells from all four directions, ensuring that the Underworld Warriors and the Mummy Three-Headed Dragon were pinned in place and given no chance to escape the range of the sword rain.

Freed from Scrimgeour's restraint, Barbarossa suddenly erupted with power and drove back all three Potters at once. Charlus Potter, the eldest among them, was even injured in the exchange. Looking up and seeing Morrie's transformation, Barbarossa could not help but freeze for a moment.

"An Archmage?" Barbarossa blurted out.

Morrie's change in appearance was only one aspect. What truly shocked those who knew what they were looking at was the magical power she displayed at that moment—it was infinitely close to that of an Archmage!

Skylar Malfoy's reaching the quasi-Archmage realm at the age of fifteen was already an unparalleled feat of genius. In Barbarossa's eyes, that should have been a one-in-ten-thousand phenomenon, something impossible to replicate. Yet the reality before him left him with no choice but to believe it. An utterly absurd thought uncontrollably surfaced in his mind...

Could Archmages... be mass-produced?

The thought made Barbarossa break out in a cold sweat.

"Don't lose focus!" Voldemort, who had yet to make a move and had remained above the battlefield, shouted coldly. At last, he acted.

He abruptly raised his head, his eyes crimson as blood. With a sweep of his sleeve, a mass of roiling