Skylar and Harry's Second Battle

Barbarossa was firmly pinned down by Newt, Theseus, and Tina Goldstein, the three figures weaving through firelight and smoke as they closed in around him. Meanwhile, Voldemort faced the combined assault of Liu Tao, Zhang He, Montgomery, and Fontana, Dark Arts and counterspells colliding violently in midair, each clash sending shockwaves rippling outward.

Skylar let out a cold laugh, battle intent blazing in his eyes as he spoke in an icy voice. "You should worry about your rear instead!" His wand slid into his hand at the same time, while eight black-and-white tentacles extended from his back, their tips flickering with obscure magical fluctuations.

Four of Walpurgis's five Archmages were here, and if nothing unexpected happened, Morgan had likely infiltrated the forces on the left and right flanks, intending to breach the castle from the sides. That meant there were no powerful fighters guarding Walpurgis's rear. It would become a battlefield for the Ministry of Magic's combat troops and the Pure-Blood Family Alliance to harvest at will.

Sure enough, everything unfolded exactly as Skylar had expected—Scrimgeour's silvery-white spell pierced through the chests of three pirates like lightning; Lucius and Narcissa fought side by side, the husband and wife's spells working in flawless coordination as pirates fell wherever they passed; Newt's Zouwu rampaged through the enemy ranks, every swipe of its claws bringing a wave of screams; twelve Egyptian tomb guardians formed a circle, ancient sealing power gathering between them into a massive orb of light that slowly rose into the air.

The scales of war began to tip toward Skylar's side.

Unexpectedly, Herpo and Harry remained completely unmoved. Even their gazes did not waver. The two still stood straight where they were, allowing flames and clamor to surge around them. Not a ripple crossed Herpo's shriveled, deadwood-like face. His deep-set