Skylar vs. Voldemort

Voldemort's green light still hovered at the tip of his staff, but it paused slightly when he saw Skylar, and his scarlet pupils suddenly contracted.

"You..." The Dark Lord's voice carried a hint of genuine anger for the first time, "Malfoy family brat."

Skylar did not answer, but simply raised his hand slightly.

All the Auror's wands lit up simultaneously, the light of their spells weaving into a dazzling yet deadly net that pressed down on the Death Eaters from all directions.

It turns out that all of this was part of Skylar's plan.

Having memorized the original story perfectly, how could he not know about Voldemort's assassination attempt on Amelia?

However, in this dimensional world, the timelines of many events have become disordered, making it impossible for Skylar to predict the exact dates of events.

(Note: In the original book, Amelia was assassinated by Voldemort in early July, and she died before becoming Minister for Magic, which allowed Scrimgeour to take over. However, in this book, it is now late July, which is more than half a month later than the original timeline.)

Just in case, he had long ago discussed the possibility of Voldemort assassinating the minister with Robards and Nymphadora, the two heads of the Auror Office, and devised a targeted ambush. During this process, he repeatedly studied different scenarios before finalizing the plan and various tactical details, waiting only for Voldemort to appear so that they could be wiped out in one fell swoop.

When the Bones Manor was attacked, Skylar was still on Avalon Island, standing side-by-side with Viviane in the garden, discussing the philosophy of life. The atmosphere had been building, and just as Viviane was about to kiss Skylar, it was abruptly interrupted by the alarm sounding from the Skylar on his left wrist—

That was an emergency communication method known only to core members of the Sleeping Dragon Society, and Susan was clearly one of them. Susan realized immediately upon being attacked that this must be the assassination attempt that Skylar had warned her about, so she decisively sent a signal to Skylar.

Skylar arrived almost without hesitation, Apparition. The Auror also appeared at the same time, launching a surprise attack on the Death Eaters.

Having his precious time with his beloved abruptly interrupted, Skylar was naturally in a bad mood.

"Voldemort." Skylar's voice rang out in the night sky, cold and clear, "You're not leaving tonight."

The balance of power shifted in an instant.

The Auror were clearly well-prepared, and their attacks on the Death Eaters and Werewolf were highly targeted. Even their positioning and attack formations were flawless, indicating that they had practiced countless times.

The two Death Eaters, Gibbon and Jugson, were killed instantly by the combined fire of the Auror and the suppression spell personally guided by Skylar, without even a chance to escape. The Werewolf were divided and surrounded, and their howls were quickly swallowed up by the magical explosion.

"This is... a trap?" Voldemort muttered, an expression of disbelief on his face.

He finally realized that this was not a hasty assassination attempt that had failed.

This was clearly a carefully planned ambush set up for him.

His gaze swept across the chaotic front yard and fixed intently on Skylar's figure.

It wasn't the Auror, it wasn't Amelia Bones, it wasn't even that purple Holy Spirit skeleton.

The only person who truly made him feel threatened was one person from beginning to end.

Voldemort slowly raised his wand, and his magical power began to rise undisguisedly, causing the air to distort slightly due to the excessive concentration of Dark Arts.

"Boy, this time, I'll kill you!" Voldemort roared furiously, having lost his mind.

At the same time, Skylar took a step forward from where he stood.

The space beneath his feet briefly folded, and his figure appeared in the center of the front courtyard, facing Voldemort head-on.

"Likewise," Skylar said with a sneer.

With a sharp howl, a pure, destructive Dark Arts transformed into a pitch-black torrent, carrying a soul-tearing low groan as it rushed towards Skylar.

Skylar frowned slightly, not out of fear, but more out of curiosity. Why wasn't it the Killing Curse anymore?

Then, he relaxed his brows and revealed a wicked smile. It seemed that Voldemort had learned a few new tricks since their last meeting, which made things even more interesting.

Skylar did not dodge.

He raised his wand, and magic rapidly wove and reconstructed at its tip.

This spell has no name; it is a secret technique he created himself, inspired by Abatair's Magic Book. It is specifically designed to decompose magic power, similar in function to the "Finite Incantatem," but closer to the essence of magic.

The moment the Dark Arts collided, a blinding light burst forth, as if the night sky had been forcibly ignited. A shockwave powerful enough to overturn the entire forecourt exploded outwards from Skylar's center, sending stone slabs flying, runes shattering, and the air being torn apart with a sharp buzzing sound.

Yet, at the eye of the storm, Skylar stood upright.

He didn't retreat a single step, his robes fluttering in the wind, yet he wasn't truly shaken in the slightest. The torrent of dark, abyss-like magic was forcibly disintegrated and broken down before him, ultimately dissipating into the air as invisible magic.

It's possible.

Skylar was secretly delighted, but his face remained impassive.

Voldemort, on the other side, had already regained his sanity in an instant.

Those scarlet eyes no longer held their initial contempt; instead, they held a rare solemnity and scrutiny. The failure of this attack was truly unexpected.

This was a high-level Dark Arts he had mastered from the Book of the Dead Covenant Anubi —it was originally prepared for Skylar to avenge his previous defeat.

Since the Battle of Little Hangleton Cemetery, Voldemort has realized his weakness in relying too much on strength in his fighting style and his overly simplistic attack methods. Therefore, he has been secretly and deliberately pursuing and practicing new Dark Arts attack methods.

After Anubi was inexplicably killed by an unknown Unspeakable in the Department of Mysteries, Voldemort inherited Anubi's belongings with Herpo's approval, including this Book of the Dead Covenant.

As one of the most powerful mages of his time, Voldemort was naturally aware of the existence of the Six Wonderful Books. In his view, once he mastered the Dark Arts within the Book of the Dead Covenant, he would no longer need to fear Skylar's power.

However, he now has to admit that Skylar seems to be progressing even faster than him!

Voldemort stopped talking and his figure suddenly became ethereal, his black afterimages flashing across the battlefield several times as he launched attacks from three angles almost simultaneously.

Skylar's reaction was almost ruthless.

Instead of chasing after the other's true form, he plunged his wand directly into the ground.

Skylar created his own advanced magical technique— Void Domain!

This is a new spell that Schelling combined "Hypergravity Domain" with "Spatial Magic" after reading Skylar Abatair: The Enchanted Spell.

Gravity and space were forcibly distorted, as if the entire area had been repeatedly kneaded by an invisible magical hand. Voldemort's originally smooth and deadly movement trajectory was momentarily slowed down, albeit briefly and fatally.

Just half a beat.

For an ordinary wizard, this amount of time is practically non-existent; but for Skylar, it was enough.

Skylar looked up, the tip of his cane pointing directly at the other man's chest.

"Goodbye, Voldemort— " Skylar's eyes were devoid of emotion, "Avada Kedavra!"

A green light flashed at the tip of Skylar's wand; Voldemort's reaction was incredibly fast.

As the green light took shape, his body became ethereal again, forcibly tearing apart the not-yet-fully-stable spatial structure. Black magic exploded like a shield. The Killing Curse grazed past him, yet still tore a horrifying hole in his torso, spraying black flesh and blood, stinking and splattering all over the ground.

Voldemort snorted coldly; this time he was truly severely injured. If he hadn't reacted in time, he would probably have been reduced to a wisp of a soul once again.

He knew very well that he would not get away with Skylar today, and if he didn't leave now, he might not be able to leave at all.

In the next instant, Voldemort's figure transformed into a rapidly spinning black cloud, forcibly escaping the battlefield and disappearing into the shattered spatial rift.

Almost simultaneously, the other nine Death Eaters, Fudge, and others also Apparition and fled without hesitation, their movements hurried and chaotic.

The battlefield fell silent.

In this battle, Voldemort was not only severely wounded and forced to flee, but the Auror also successfully killed two Death Eaters, while the Werewolf, including Fenrir, were completely wiped out and executed, greatly boosting the morale of the Auror.

Most importantly, everyone realized--

Voldemort is not invincible.

Bones Manor still stood in the fading light of dawn. Although the walls were covered with charred curse marks and rubble, Amelia and Susan were still safe and sound, which meant that Voldemort's decapitation operation had completely failed.

Skylar descended the broken steps slowly, his robes fluttering slightly in the morning breeze. The Auror around him stopped in their tracks, their wands lowering as they spontaneously made way for him.

Their eyes held awe and reverence—they had witnessed the scene firsthand: the boy confronting the Dark Lord alone, the light of the incantation weaving into a destructive storm in the night sky, ultimately forcing the self-proclaimed invincible being to be severely wounded and forced to flee.

Susan took a deep breath, and the purple phantom of the "Holy Spirit's Remains" slowly dissipated behind her. Her face was as pale as paper, and her legs were still trembling slightly, but she raised her head to look at Skylar, her eyes flashing with a bright and ardent light.

As the leader of the Sleeping Dragon Society, Skylar never disappointed her.

Amelia Bones stood in the center of the hall's ruins, her robes stained with dust and blood. Her gaze toward Skylar held no trace of probing or reservation, only undisguised shock and approval.

"Yes, and there's one more thing," Amelia continued, her voice laced with resentment, "Spread the word: immediately issue a nationwide warrant for the arrest of Cornelius Fudge, Dolores Umbridge, Rufus Fudge, and John Dawlish!"

The news spread like wildfire throughout the Britain wizarding community before dawn.

From the towers of Hogwarts to the taverns of Diagon Alley, from the underground halls of the Ministry of Magic to the most remote wizarding homes, the urgent extras of the Daily Prophet arrived almost with the first rays of sunlight:

<The Mysterious Man raid on the Minister's manor ends in disastrous failure! Fenrir Greyback is killed, all eight Werewolf are wiped out, and two Death Eaters perish!>

Skylar Malfoy single-handedly battles the Dark Lord, forcing him to flee with severe injuries!

<The Light of Hope - The New Guardians of the Wizarding World>

In the newspaper, Skylar's figure was clearly captured: under the moonlight, he stood alone on the ruins, wand slightly lowered, his expression calm and resolute. At that moment, he was no longer just the second young master of the Malfoy family, the leader of the Sleeping Dragon Society, or some genius student.

He became the ray of light that the entire wizarding community saw in its darkest hour.

People began to whisper his name, no longer with doubt or prejudice, but with a long-lost, almost pious hope.

Even those wizards who once scorned the House of Malfoy are beginning to admit that perhaps the one who can truly end this war has already appeared.

From this night forward, the wizarding world will no longer be filled with fear.

As long as he's there.

Everyone remembered this name, destined to be recorded in history and become a legend.

Skylar Malfoy, the fourteenth direct descendant of the House of Malfoy!