Second Skylar

Rolf and Anthony made their moves at almost the same time.

There was no unnecessary talk, and no probing.

Strike first.

The angle at which the wand was swung and the distance between their steps clearly indicated that this wasn't their first time working together.

Two offensive spells formed simultaneously in the air, one to the left and one to the right, their trajectories intersecting and sharp, their target aimed directly at Skylar himself—they clearly knew where the real threat lay.

At the same time, Rolf's left hand trembled almost imperceptibly.

From inside the cuff, a small, brightly colored fleshy ball was ejected.

It quickly stretched its body in mid-air, its previously curled membrane wings suddenly opening with a "pop," gliding over the classroom and emitting a low-frequency buzzing sound that sent chills down your spine.

The Swooping Evil.

These Magical Creatures have almost no direct offensive capabilities, but they can interfere with perception, amplify fear, and disrupt spellcasting rhythm, making them one of the most insidious auxiliary methods for dealing with high-level wizards.

Anthony then raised his left hand.

The silver bracelet on his wrist was fully exposed, and the green gem in the center suddenly lit up, like a calm and rational eye.

The Mind Stone.

A stable and orderly mental force quickly enveloped his consciousness, compressing his breathing, heartbeat, and spellcasting rhythm to their optimal state.

The incantation barely paused, and the second wave of attacks was already taking shape on the tip of the tongue.

This is standard hunting procedure.

Fast, ruthless, and leaving no room for error.

Skylar stood still, without retreating.

The moment the first spell drew near, he raised the unfamiliar wand.

This wasn't the first time Skylar's "Illusory Clone" had been used in actual combat.

This is also the first battle for the Light and Shadow Wand.

The moment the magic was infused, the staff did not burst into a dazzling light, but rather lit up slowly but steadily, like morning mist being ignited.

The air suddenly became warm and clear.

"Protego."

The incantation was uttered softly, yet exceptionally clearly.

The moment the magic barrier unfolded, the light in the classroom seemed to be rearranged—the offensive spells collided with the shield, but instead of exploding violently as expected, they were swallowed up by an invisible order, their power broken down, tamed, and finally dissipated silently.

That wasn't just simple defense.

Rather, it is a strengthened and elevated form of protection.

Even the Swooping Evil, as it swept past the edge of the shield, seemed to be burned by some pure power, letting out a sharp screech and its flight path becoming noticeably erratic.

Rolf's pupils contracted sharply.

"This is not right--" The power displayed by this Shield Charm far exceeds common sense; in fact, it is worlds apart from ordinary Shield Charm.

Before he could finish speaking, Skylar had already taken a step.

As that step landed, the wand's aura suddenly changed.

The warmth has faded.

Instead, there was a cold, gloomy, and oppressive feeling that seemed to seep into one's very soul.

The Staff of Light and Shadow Wand dimmed, as if swallowed by shadows; its magical energy no longer emanated outwards, yet it still instinctively instilled a sense of danger.

Skylar's gaze also became empty and calm.

There was no anger, no pleasure.

There is only one rational choice: to "use darkness."

"The Imperio."

This time, the incantation seemed to resonate directly within his consciousness.

The magic didn't shoot out in a straight line, but rather spread out like an invisible net in an instant, precisely locking onto the core of their minds.

Anthony's Mind Stone suddenly shone at its brightest.

The green light flickered wildly, attempting to stabilize his consciousness. The Mind Stone has the function of stabilizing the mind; in addition to allowing the wearer to maintain a calm mind in battle and speed up spellcasting, it can also improve resistance to mental magic to a certain extent.

But its effect lasted only a moment in the face of Skylar's cold and corrosive power.

He groaned, his pupils went unfocused, his body stiffened abruptly, and his wand clattered to the ground.

Rolf tried to grit his teeth and resist.

He could feel his mind being pried open and invaded; it wasn't a brutal act of destruction, but a calm and efficient takeover.

It's as if someone precisely identified each of their pillars of support and then dismantled them one by one.

His knees slammed to the ground.

The Swooping Evil lost control and crashed to the ground, curling up into a ball and remaining motionless.

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The classroom fell silent again.

Skylar put down his wand.

The aura of the Light and Shadow Wand quickly subsided, as if the alternation between the holy and the evil had never occurred.

"Now," he said, looking at the two kneeling figures, his tone calm and almost cold, "Let's have a proper discussion about what the House of Scamander is planning."

"Tell me," Skylar said condescendingly, "Who ordered you? What are your goals?"

"It's... the patriarch... Hermann Scamander..." Rolf's voice was hollow and broken, "More than a year ago, the family's bluebird acted strangely, clearly detecting something that could affect the rise and fall of the family..."

"Is it Luna?" A dangerous glint flashed in Skylar's eyes.

"Tsk tsk," Skylar said with disdain, "This is how you recruit talent—by blocking them in an empty classroom?"

Rolf shook his head. "My grandfather didn't actually approve of what we were doing, but the patriarch's idea was that the matter was of great importance, and if soft methods didn't work, we had to use force—" A look of shame appeared on his face. "In the end, the two of us were assigned to kidnap Miss Lovegood so that the patriarch could use a secret technique to seize her bloodline power."

Skylar chuckled coldly a few times before saying in a chilling tone, "You've certainly got a good plan, but since you dared to lay a hand on my people, you'd better be prepared to pay the price."

He continued slowly, "I need to know the location of the House of Scamander's ancestral home, as well as all the information, including the names, strengths, and preferences of the personnel stationed there, the security measures of the ancestral home, how to decipher the codes, and the effects and characteristics of the House of Scamander's unique secret techniques."

Skylar has decided to deal with the House of Scamander and eradicate this threat that has been eyeing Luna's bloodline.

A flicker of pain crossed Rolf's face, but his tone remained mechanical and stiff as he said, "The ancestral home is located in northern Wiltshire, beneath the old oak grove..."

After revealing all the information, Skylar slowly spoke, "From this moment on, your will and lives belong to me."

The two men knelt simultaneously, their right fists clenched against their hearts, their movements almost mechanically synchronized. Their heads were bowed, their eyes empty and submissive. "Understood. Willing to die for our master."

Skylar's gaze lingered on them for a moment before shifting away.

"On ordinary days, continue to act according to your original personalities and lifestyles." He spoke slowly but clearly, "Don't attract any unnecessary attention."

Although Skylar was worried that Dumbledore would notice their unusual behavior, he figured that from the moment the war began, Dumbledore wouldn't have much time to spend with his students anymore, so as long as they kept a low profile, there shouldn't be any major problems.

He paused briefly, then said indifferently, "When I need you, I will have the House Elf summon you."

"Yes, Master," the two replied in unison.

"Now you can leave," Skylar said. "When you get back, report to Hermann that the mission was successful— Luna is under your Imperius Curse and will accompany you to the Scamander home after summer vacation begins."

"Understood, sir." As soon as they finished speaking, the two men stood up, their expressions, postures, and auras all returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

They turned and left, their footsteps quickly fading at the end of the corridor.

The classroom fell silent again.

Luna stood by, neither intervening nor showing surprise. Her expression remained calm, as if she were waiting for a result she had already foreseen.

"As expected," she said softly, her tone clear yet calm, "Their minds are filled with almost nothing but human greed."

Skylar snorted coldly, neither confirming nor denying, before speaking calmly after a moment, "Originally, although Newt Scamander was a member of the First Order of the Phoenix, I never intended to go against the House of Scamander— "

He was telling the truth.

Although he consistently sought to diminish the influence of the Order of the Phoenix complete annihilation was never part of his plan, especially considering that the First Order of the Phoenix contained many individuals who had made outstanding contributions to the wizarding world.

"But since they've chosen to reach out to me—" Skylar's gaze turned cold, his voice low and restrained, "Then they must bear the corresponding price."

He turned, his tone almost cruelly calm. "To me, it's just adding another name to the list of wizarding families destined to disappear in this war."

I was confused by the first few chapters; it turns out that Skylar already had five volumes of Abatair, and the volume obtained in King Arthur's tomb should be the sixth.

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