Who Is the Oriole?

The XZ Prayer Wheel was blasted into pieces by Skylar's full-force attack, forcing the demon kings to retreat without success, Herpo also signaled for retreat.

Upon Anubi abruptly swung her staff, controlling the already severely wounded Mummy Three-Headed Dragon, causing it to turn and pounce on the Order of the Order of the Phoenix and the Auror army, its Curse Core expanding wildly within it—

"Boom--!"

With a deafening roar, the three-headed dragon, driven by its cursed energy, self-destructed. The explosion unleashed countless flames and bone fragments, forcing everyone to retreat and creating a chaotic escape route.

Amidst the flames and smoke, Herpo took the lead, followed closely by Morgan, Barbarossa, Voldemort, Yan Feng, disappearing in a flash through the passage, seemingly on the verge of successfully escaping the scene.

But they had just approached the gate—

"Want to leave? Not so easy!" Skylar's voice boomed like thunder. At this moment, he was in pain, and the Hellfire burning on his body was burning even more fiercely, but he had no time to care. Instead, he suddenly leaped up and transformed into a whirlwind that soared into the sky.

From his vantage point high above, Skylar raised his wand high, surrounded by a deafening roar of thunder.

"Thunder and Lightning!" he shouted, and a blinding white light instantly erupted from the tip of his wand.

A sound like the screams of a thousand birds vibrated everyone's eardrums, and a thick white lightning bolt, like a divine punishment, pierced through the sky and struck the demon kings who were fleeing in the chaos.

After countless improvements, Skylar's Lightning Curse was far more powerful, faster, and farther-reaching than when he fought Armand II. He was confident that he could stop the enemy.

Voldemort whirled around, a sinister glint in his eyes, and his voice, as cold as a snake's, rang out. "Boy, don't think you're the only one who's gotten stronger—"

Among the demon lords, Herpo, whose body was half charred, was obviously injured. Others, such as Morgan, Barbarossa, Anubi, and Yan Feng, were all more or less wounded. Voldemort, however, was undoubtedly the one in the best condition among them.

He stopped, leaped into the air, and waved his wand at Skylar. A dark, phantom skull appeared in the air, wreathed in purple flames, its skull grotesque, its mouth open in a furious roar.

The lightning struck with a deafening roar!

"Boom!!!"

The entire space trembled. The skull was instantly shattered by the white light, exploding into dust. But at the same time, the lightning was also completely corroded away, vanishing without a trace.

By this time, Herpo had already left through the main gate. Once back in the entrance hall of the Ministry of Magic, he could Apparition away. Voldemort snorted coldly, about to utter a harsh threat—

Something unexpected happened.

The Unspeakable Thor Croaker, who had been standing guard beside Minister for Magic Fudge, suddenly moved. His figure abruptly transformed into a gray-black phantom, using some kind of spatial manipulation technique, and in an instant, he approached the retreating Anubi.

Anubi sensed something was wrong and turned around abruptly, but it was too late.

Pfft!

A thin, thread-like Black Shadow suddenly flashed by.

The air seemed to stand still.

Anubi froze in place, her pupils contracting sharply.

His entire body was cleanly cleaved diagonally from shoulder to waist, blood and internal organs swirling and splashing in the air, the mangled body slowly collapsing to the left and right!

"Hmm--"

Before a cry of alarm could be uttered, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

A hazy gray light slowly rose from Anubi's body; it was the ancient Egypt ritual object, the Ankh.

Croaker raised his hand and caught it steadily.

His expression remained indifferent, his eyes unfathomable, as if he had foreseen all of this.

Everyone present was stunned.

Voldemort was stunned, Skylar was stunned, Fudge's face turned pale, and even Dumbledore was unable to react for a moment to what had happened.

In that instant, everyone stopped what they were doing, and the battlefield seemed to stand still.

No one could explain how an Unspeakable had worked at the Ministry of Magic for many years could unleash such terrifying surprise attacks, or how he could directly kill a Dark Lord and steal his magical artifacts.

But Croaker's actions did not stop.

He once again transformed into a blurry gray shadow, rushing towards an ordinary stone wall in the Death Chamber without stopping.

"Stop him!" an Auror cried out in alarm, trying to cast a spell to stop him.

But just as Croaker was about to crash into the stone wall—

"Sizzle!"

A visible gray ripple spread across the stone wall, creating a channel as if it were a mirror!

Croaker's figure flashed in and disappeared completely with a "whoosh!"

Several Auror rushed forward, but when they touched the "entrance," they discovered—

The stone wall has returned to its original state, solid and cold, without any abnormalities.

"It's a one-time use spatial mechanism." Skylar narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on the stone wall, and murmured, "He prepared it long ago."

Voldemort was the first to react. His gaze flickered between the stone wall and Anubi's fallen corpse for a moment, his face extremely grim. He snorted coldly, no longer wanting to fight. His body transformed into a thick cloud of black mist, slithering through the air like a venomous snake, passing through the gate, and instantly vanishing in Apparition.

He was the last Dark Lord to leave the battlefield; Morgan, Barbarossa, Yan Feng had already left when Voldemort intercepted Skylar's Lightning Curse.

This great battle ended in a bizarre way that no one had anticipated.

Who exactly is Croaker? What was his motive for killing Anubi?

These two questions became lingering doubts and shadows in everyone's minds.

"Skylar!" Daphne, Morrie, Cho Chang, and Susan shouted in unison. They didn't care about the departure of the demon kings or the defection of Croaker, but the terrible state of Skylar's body gripped their hearts.

"Don't worry," Skylar made a reassuring gesture to them, and his skin instantly softened like jelly, then shed its outer layer like a snake.

Slytherin's Parseltongue Technique - The Snake-Shedding Technique!

Skylar slowly crawled out of the burning outer skin, his entire body covered in a viscous liquid similar to amniotic fluid. He took out his wand and cleaned himself up, thus successfully escaping the burning Hellfire.

The aftershocks of the battle had not yet subsided; the entire Death Chamber was still trembling slightly, the stone walls were charred and cracked, and the air was filled with the stench of scorched earth and blood.

Skylar emerged from the ruins, surveying the battlefield with a grave expression—this was the most brutal direct confrontation in the Britain Wizarding World since the last Wizarding War. However, before he could think further, a heart-wrenching roar echoed from the wreckage.

"No!"

Led by Molly, Harry Potter returned to the scene and collapsed beside a fallen stone pillar, clutching the two corpses lying there— Sirius Black Black and Remus Lupin. Their bodies were already cold, covered in curse marks and blood, clearly having perished in a desperate struggle.

"Get up... get up..." Harry shook Sirius Black's shoulders frantically, tears streaming down his face. "You said you'd take me home... you said..."

Hermione stood by, tears streaming down her face, unsure how to comfort him, while Ron watched his friend's breakdown with utter horror. Harry was like a runaway magical storm, his wand lashing out several times, bursting forth with distorted streams of light, even sending Hermione and Ron flying.

Skylar finally stepped forward, grabbed Harry's wrist, and whispered, "Enough, Potter. You need to calm down."

"You know absolutely nothing!" Harry roared, his voice hoarse, his eyes bloodshot, his face contorted with anger and exhaustion.

"Go to sleep."

A silent ray of light flashed, Harry's body swayed slightly, his breathing gradually became slow and deep, and the rhythm of his chest rising and falling gradually became steady. Finally, his eyelids closed completely, his head drooped slightly, and he slowly collapsed as if all his strength had been drained away.

Skylar turned his gaze to Hermione and Ron, who looked on in awe, and said softly, "Take him back to Hogwarts."

Meanwhile, Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge staggered out of his sanctuary, his cloak tattered and his face ashen. But when he looked at Dumbledore kneeling on the ground and the unconscious Grindelwald, his eyes flashed with barely suppressed rage.

"Albus Dumbledore!" Fudge roared, "You colluded with Grindelwald, luring a wanted criminal into the Ministry of Magic's forbidden area, nearly causing an irreparable disaster!"

Dumbledore struggled to his feet but remained silent. His magic was nearly depleted, and he was barely holding on with his staff. Grindelwald had just woken up; his breath was weak, and his face was deathly pale.

Fudge strode forward, his face grim, and waved his hand, saying, "Men, arrest these two and take them to the Wizengamot courtroom to await trial—"

"Enough, Minister." A deep voice interrupted him.

The speaker was Rufus Scrimgeour, the Head of the Auror Office.

His face was weary, and his tattered wizard robes were covered in wounds, but his tone exuded an undeniable authority. "If it weren't for these two, no one could have stopped Herpo's spell just now, and the Ministry of Magic would probably be a scorched earth by now."

"Are you threatening me?" Fudge stamped his foot and shouted angrily. At this moment, Fudge was a little guilty. Ever since he saw Voldemort appear in public, he had known that he was in big trouble.

For the past year, he had repeatedly and publicly declared that the resurrection of Voldemort was nonsense. Now that the truth has come out, he knows full well that he will face impeachment from the entire Britain wizarding community.

But regardless, at this moment, he was still the Minister for Magic, the supreme authority of the Ministry of Magic. Scrimgeour's slightly disrespectful tone made him feel guilty, but also stirred a hint of anger within him.

"Your Excellency, I believe Mr. Scrimgeour was not coercing, but stating the facts." Another voice rang out, Skylar slowly approached, stepping before Dumbledore and Grindelwald. "Your Excellency, Minister Fudge, so many people here have seen it— Voldemort has returned. Are you still going to continue deceiving us?"

Unlike the others who were covered in dust and dirt, Skylar was spotless, his fighting spirit still lingering, and he exuded a sharp and imposing aura.

Skylar's combat prowess is already evident to all, and he has just performed the great service of saving everyone from dire straits and preventing the demon kings from succeeding in their plans. At this moment, everyone present owes him a debt of gratitude for saving their lives, which has propelled Skylar's reputation to an unimaginable peak.

In contrast, although Fudge is not a minister known for his fighting prowess, his tendency to remain on the sidelines from beginning to end will undoubtedly be a stain on his political career.

Upon hearing Skylar's words, Fudge's face stiffened. Looking at the Order of the Phoenix members and Auror surrounding him, he dared not utter another word. Finally, he could only grit his teeth, let out a cold snort, and flick his sleeve. "Make a note of this! You people will pay the price for your recklessness one day!"