Skylar's First Kill

During this Christmas holiday, most Hogwarts students chose to go home and spend Christmas with their families.

Daphne and Astoria were no exception; they boarded the train leaving Hogwarts early in the morning, along with Draco, Pansy, and the Carrow Sisters in their compartment.

Draco and Pansy naturally returned to the House of Malfoy, while the Carrow Sisters went to the Carrow Manor.

However, there were exceptions. Because their families had gone abroad, or they were too busy with their work at the Ministry of Magic to stay, Cho Chang, Morrie, Luna, and Susan chose to remain at Hogwarts Castle.

Morrie buried himself in the ancient books in the library, Cho Chang practiced new tactics alone on the Quidditch Pitch, Luna chatted with her pets in her Suitcase Space, and Susan was busy organizing the latest intelligence from the Sleeping Dragon Society.

The four occasionally met in the Mirror Chamber on the fifth floor. When they talked about Skylar, their eyes always carried a hint of longing and expectation that they could not hide.

Skylar, on the other hand, quietly arrived at the Greenery Manor on Christmas Eve.

The manor gates slowly opened in the wind and snow. Snowflakes covered Skylar's black robe, but slid off automatically three feet away from him. He stepped into the hall, where Mr. Greengrass was already waiting by the fireplace. The old man was dressed in a dark green velvet gown, his silver hair was neatly combed, and his eyes were sharp but carried the scrutiny of an elder.

Skylar's main purpose in coming here was to propose marriage to Mr. Greengrass, thereby getting engaged to Daphne; at the same time, he also hoped to borrow some people from the Greengrass Family to go to Avalon Island to assist in the construction of the Runespoor breeding farm.

Since they met on the train, Daphne has always been an indispensable part of Skylar's life. They studied magic together at school, fought together in the Sleeping Dragon Society, and she took on the main responsibility when Skylar was away, supporting him wholeheartedly at all times.

Skylar and Daphne's relationship was already established; this marriage proposal ceremony was merely adding a formal contract to their relationship.

The marriage proposal ceremony wasn't filled with too many formalities.

After Skylar proposed to Daphne, Mr. Greengrass remained silent for a while before saying only one sentence, "Daphne is the eldest daughter of the Greengrass Family, the apple of our eye. I only ask you to promise me one thing—no matter what happens in the future, you must protect her."

Skylar extended his hand and solemnly said, "I swear in the name of the House of Malfoy."

That evening, the proposal ceremony was held in the greenhouse of the manor.

Snowflakes drifted down outside the glass dome, but the interior was warm and cozy. Daphne wore a moon-white silk dress, her long, pale gold hair flowing freely, and a family heirloom emerald necklace around her neck. Skylar knelt on one knee and placed a silver ring inlaid with Phoenix tear on her ring finger.

The moment the ring was inserted into my finger, all the flowers in the greenhouse bloomed simultaneously, and magic surged like a tide.

Mr. Greengrass witnessed this, a hint of relief and reluctance flashing in his eyes.

After the ceremony, Skylar and Daphne returned to her bedroom.

The room was large, the fireplace was burning brightly, the bed curtains were dark green velvet, and the four-poster bed was covered with soft down comforters. Outside the window, the wind and snow were howling, but inside it was as warm as another world.

Daphne closed the door and turned to look at Skylar. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her usual composure and sharpness were replaced by a rare shyness.

Skylar stepped forward, gently cupped her face, and whispered tenderly, "From this day forward, you are my fiancée, Skylar Malfoy."

Daphne lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her lips pressed together tightly. She didn't respond immediately, only letting out a soft "hmm," a sound so faint it was almost drowned out by the crackling of the candlelight, yet carrying a tender, almost heart-melting dependence.

After a moment, as if gathering all her courage, she gently bit her lower lip, her voice even lower but clearly reaching Skylar's ears. "Tonight... don't leave... stay here with me..."

As soon as she finished speaking, her face flushed even redder. She avoided looking at him, yet couldn't help but steal glances at him, her eyes filled with anticipation and nervousness.

Skylar naturally understood her unfinished words. His heart pounded in his chest, as if gently bumped by something. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the sudden surge of emotion, and took Daphne's hand, solemnly saying, "Okay, I'll stay here tonight."

Daphne finally raised her head, her eyes shimmering with tears and filled with deep affection. She stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips.

What began as tentative, gentle touches quickly turned into a passionate, urgent one. Skylar's arms encircled her waist, lifting her up and placing her on the bed. Her long dress slipped off her shoulders with the movement, revealing her snow-white collarbone and delicate shoulder line.

Skylar leaned down and kissed her neck, his breath hot and his voice low and husky. "Daphne..."

She tilted her head back, her hands climbing up the back of his neck, her fingertips digging into his blond hair, her voice trembling slightly. "Skylar... I want you."

As the clothes fell to the ground one by one—cough cough, the rest is omitted.

In short, their relationship finally came to fruition at this moment.

In the end, the two embraced, catching their breath, their sweat mingling and their body heat overlapping. Daphne buried her face in the crook of his neck, her voice soft but filled with a contented smile, "Merry Christmas, Skylar."

Skylar kissed her forehead, his voice hoarse and gentle. "Merry Christmas, Daphne."

[Daphne, the "legal wife," has achieved her first kill!]

(Wait, can this unlock achievements too?)

The following morning, the Ministry of Magic operated as usual.

The Christmas holidays have begun, and the Floo in the fireplaces are much sparser than usual, while the echoing footsteps in the corridors seem empty. Most employees have chosen to take leave, leaving only the most core and reliable personnel from each company on duty.

Skylar sat in his office, his desk so neat it was almost cold.

The parchment was neatly stacked, and intelligence from all over the world was categorized. The power structure within the Ministry of Magic and the subtle changes in the external situation were all compressed into concise and sharp key points in a calm and efficient manner.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Before the door was fully opened, a bright color caught the eye.

"Master," she said, her voice deliberately low, almost whispering in Skylar's ear, "Traces of suspected Death Eaters activity have been discovered in Godric's Hollow."

Upon hearing the words "Godric's Hollow," Skylar's brow furrowed slightly. His gaze swept past the map and reports on the table, landing directly on the name—

In the original work, this great History of Magic was killed by Nagini, one of Voldemort's henchmen, and even her body could not be preserved after death. She was the titan of the history of the entire wizarding world, one of the founders of almost all standard textbooks; a witness to the rise of Grindelwald; a living, walking History of Magic herself.

The death of this academic gem is an immeasurable loss to the wizarding world.

Skylar tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, his voice low and deep. "Where's Gadwin?"

"Field mission, not in London," Nymphadora replied immediately.

Skylar stood up, Wind of the Sleep God long coat slipping off the back of the chair and draped neatly over his Malfoy. His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable decisiveness. "Gather the Hogwarts. I'll lead the team myself."

He would never allow the same thing to happen again in this world.

The team quickly assembled.

The earth was turned upside down, stone walls were broken, and tree trunks bore the scorch Severing Curse and Blasting Curse. Several broken wands and charred fragments of cloaks lay scattered on the snow. The air still carried the scorching smell of clashing spells, as well as a faint, putrid chill belonging to Dementor.

Without delay, the group rushed to the scene of the battle.

Engaged in fierce battle with the Death Eaters is the Abbott Family, an ancient wizarding family residing in Godric's Hollow.

This once-illustrious, but gradually declining Pure-blood families, ranked among the "Sacred Twenty-Eight," is now forced to stand on the front lines. Intelligence indicates that Hannah Abbott's mother recently died in a Dementor terrorist attack orchestrated by the Death Eaters, adding another layer of blood feud between the Abbott Family and the Death Eaters.

The battle is not yet completely over.

As soon as Skylar and her group crossed the last snow slope, they saw the horrific scene in the valley below.

Godric's Hollow was littered with burning and collapsed buildings. The Abbott Family mansion had been blasted open, and several corpses lay in the courtyard—some members of the Abbott Family, and others Death Eaters dressed in black robes.

In the cemetery near the square, the surviving members of Abbott clung to the crumbling stone walls, their curses weaving into a blinding net of light in the night.

On the other side, the Death Eaters were numerous, led by Antonin Dolohov, Argo Parrett, and Dolfin Rowle. All three were veteran Death Eaters, ruthless and efficient in their methods.

Behind him followed a dozen or so figures in black robes, some of whom had vacant eyes and stiff movements, clearly puppets controlled by the Imperius Curse. The most conspicuous was Stan Sampak, the former ticket seller of the Knight Bus, who waved his cane expressionlessly, but the incantation he uttered carried a mechanical coldness.

The moment Skylar and his group appeared, the Death Eaters immediately sensed something was wrong.

Dolohov was the first to turn his head, his hawk-like eyes narrowing, his voice sharp and tinged with surprise. "It's Skylar Malfoy!"

Before the words were even finished, Parrett and Rowle simultaneously raised their staffs, but their expressions changed drastically when they saw the well-equipped and menacing Auror Squad behind Skylar.

"Withdraw!"

Dolohov let out a low growl, and the three of them almost simultaneously Apparition, black mist billowing up as they vanished into the night along with the remaining Death Eaters and the controlled puppets.

They showed no interest in fighting, clearly only scouting and gathering intelligence. Skylar was right; the Death Eaters' true target was Bathilda Bagshot herself.

The battle came to an abrupt end.

The surviving members of the Abbott Family sat slumped in the snow, some letting out suppressed sobs, others staring blankly at the corpses scattered on the ground.

Skylar's gaze swept across the battlefield, finally settling on the small figure in the corner— Hannah Abbott.

She knelt beside her father's corpse, her hands stained with blood, her eyes empty as if devoid of a soul. Her father—the current patriarch of the Abbott Family —had been pierced through the chest by an "Avada Kedavra, his eyes wide open, dying with unresolved grievances.

Hannah became an orphan.

The Abbott Family, this once illustrious Pure-blood families, was destined to begin an irreversible decline.

Skylar did not step forward immediately.

He turned to Nymphadora and Malfada and whispered, "Seal off the scene and clean up any traces. Move Bagshot to the Ministry of Magic's highest-level safe house, where the Ministry of Magic will provide 24-hour protection."

Nymphadora and Malfada nodded simultaneously, their movements swift and precise.

Skylar then walked toward Hannah.

He knelt down, his voice low and gentle. "Hannah... please accept my condolences."

Hannah looked up, tears streaming silently down her face. She recognized Skylar, but said nothing, only holding her father's cold body tightly, like a little girl who had lost the whole world.

Skylar remained silent for a moment, then gently placed his hand on her shoulder, and a warm magical energy slowly flowed in, helping to calm her violently trembling body.

That was all Skylar could do.

Although Hannah and he were classmates, they had never been on good terms at school. Moreover, during the power struggle between the Fawley Family and Slughorn Family, the Abbott Family had sided with the Pure-Blood Traitor Faction and opposed Skylar's faction.

He wouldn't kick someone when they're down, but he also wouldn't be a pushover.

Night fell.

The patriarch was dead, and the remaining elders and relatives sat around the fireplace, their expressions weary and desperate. Skylar, without any pleasantries, cut to the chase, stating that the Abbott Family was on the verge of collapse and could not withstand any further setbacks or losses. Out of consideration for their shared Pure-blood families, he was willing to take them in as a vassal family, offering them protection so that the Abbott Family would not truly perish. The price was that they would serve him as their master, and from then on, their descendants would follow the lead of the House of Malfoy.

The elders instantly understood.

The pure-blood Pure-Blood Enlightenment Faction, historically led by Prewett, Longbottom, and Shacklebolt, is now facing a precarious future, as even the elite members of the Prewett family no longer have faith in their own clan and are willing to betray it for outsiders.

An elderly woman with white hair stood up shakily, her voice trembling with tears, yet unusually firm. "Young Master Malfoy... the Abbott Family is willing to pledge allegiance to you."

She was the first to kneel down facing Skylar.

After a moment's hesitation, the others also knelt down.

Skylar did not respond immediately, but simply watched them quietly.

Finally, he spoke, his voice calm yet imposing. "From this day forward, the Abbott Family officially becomes a vassal of the House of Malfoy, and is under the protection of the House of Malfoy."

The elders responded in unison.

At that moment, the first ancient family among the Pure-Blood Traitor Faction to bow down to the House of Malfoy was officially born.

As Skylar turned to leave, the snow continued to fall.

At that moment, Hannah realized with absolute clarity that everything could never go back to the way it was before. She was no longer the Hogwarts classmate who could chat and laugh freely with Skylar. An invisible boundary had quietly formed between them. Skylar had become someone she and her family had to absolutely obey, while she had become a pawn in his hands, a subordinate he could command at will.

That realization carried an indescribable sense of loss, yet was also mixed with an irresistible sense of awe, causing her to silently tighten her breath in the night.

[The "High-Ranking Vassal Family" Abbott Family Acquired!]

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