Sleeping Dragon Mobilization

Hogwarts Castle lay silent. Everyone was waiting for the final battle.

Meanwhile, on the fifth floor of the castle, behind an ordinary-looking full-length mirror.

This was one of Hogwarts' deepest secrets. Its entrance was hidden behind a massive full-length mirror. Only by speaking the Sleeping Dragon Society's password together and placing blood upon the Dragon Eyes at the center of the mirror would its surface ripple like water, revealing the stone door behind it.

When Daphne pushed open the door and entered, the spacious hidden chamber was already packed with people.

There was no conversation, nor were there any greetings.

A nearly frozen tension filled the air, like the oppressive pressure before a blizzard, weighing upon everyone's shoulders.

This was a meeting before the war.

It might also be the Sleeping Dragon Society's final assembly.

The stone door silently closed behind Daphne, shutting out the last trace of sound from the outside world. She walked to the head of the long table and stopped.

She wore a dark green combat robe, faintly emanating concealed magical fluctuations. Every protective enchantment Skylar had personally sewn into it had already been activated. Her golden hair was meticulously tied into a high ponytail, exposing the graceful yet taut line of her neck. The composed elegance of a pure-blood lady had been utterly replaced by an icy killing intent and resolute determination.

Her gaze slowly swept across the room. Those deep eyes were no longer gentle, but like two bottomless pools of icy water, coldly measuring every person's will and resolve.

By now, the Sleeping Dragon Society had over a hundred members—one-quarter of Hogwarts' entire student body. Low breathing intertwined and echoed through the air. Every young face was drawn tight with tension, yet no one retreated, and no one showed fear. Some unconsciously clenched