Hogwarts: I graduated before the system came

“Don’t be nervous, they are just hounds on a leash, following orders.

They won't dare get too close until we make trouble. We just need to stick to the original plan."

As the night deepened, the mountain path became increasingly difficult to navigate. In the distance, the faint howls of wolves could be heard, long and desolate, echoing through the silent valley.

The night grew darker and the mountain road became more precipitous.

At that moment, from the depths of the distant valley, the faint sound of wolves howling could be heard. The sound was long and desolate, echoing in the dead silent night sky with a piercing power that struck the soul.

Lupin's eyes suddenly fixed.

That was not the howl of a wolf.

In that familiar voice, there was a special frequency that only one of the same kind could distinguish - it was a call, a warning, and also a... complex declaration.

"It seems that we are not far from our goal."

Lupin said softly, with a barely perceptible complex emotion in his tone.

There is both a sense of vigilance against unknown dangers and a sense of...inexplicable closeness.

The off-road vehicle continued its bumpy journey for nearly an hour, and the air became increasingly cold and humid.

According to Lorenzo's Muggle military map, they were only a short distance away from the meeting point agreed upon with Isabella.

It was the site of an abandoned ancient Roman post, like a forgotten piece of cheese, hidden deep in the dense forest.

Even an ordinary Muggle may not be able to find it even with a navigation system.

Douglas slowed down the car, and the wheels carefully rolled over the potholes and gravel.

He could feel that the tail behind him had also slowed down, maintaining an excellent surveillance distance like a ghost - neither losing it nor exposing its whereabouts in dangerous areas.

These guys are more professional than you might think.

Lupin pointed to a ruined wall covered by dense vines in front of him and said:

"The corner ahead that's been swallowed by the vines should be it."

Lupin pointed to a ruin in front of him and drank Douglas's special potion.

His senses became extremely sharp in the night, and every scent and magical fluctuation in the forest could not escape his capture, as if he were a true nocturnal creature.

Douglas slowly drove the car into a relatively open clearing in the woods and turned off the engine.

There was silence all around, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind and the chirping of unknown insects in the distance.

At this moment, a nimble figure flashed out from behind a broken stone wall.

It was Isabella Rossi.

She was wearing a dark Muggle outdoor adventure suit that was easy to move in. Her long dark brown hair was neatly tied into a ponytail. She looked like a female leopard ready to pounce, heroic and dashing.

She stepped forward quickly, her sharp eyes quickly scanning the surroundings, confirming that there were no extra eyes, and then spoke:

"You're a little behind schedule."

Douglas got out of the car, stretched his stiff body, and responded easily:

"We met some kind-hearted people along the way who wanted to escort us, so we were delayed a bit. Where's the information?

"of course."

Isabella took out a roll of parchment from her bosom and handed it over without hesitation.

"Those ancient maps that have been gathering dust at the Ministry of Magic are no longer useful. This is the latest information I've obtained.

The main activity area of ​​the Ash Claw tribe and three backup shelters are all above.

But the situation in the mountains is changing rapidly and could shift at any time, so this map won’t be valid for long.”

Douglas took the map and unfolded it for a closer look.

The map not only showed the topography, but also some special magical symbols, indicating water sources, herbal distribution, and even the remnants of ancient magic circles. It was much more detailed than the one Antonio had given.

He looked up at Isabella, a playful smile playing on his lips.

This guy is amazing, he even knows the Ember Claw's backup shelter...

Isabella felt uneasy when she saw Douglas's all-knowing eyes, and subconsciously avoided his gaze.

He quickly took out a small silver whistle from the donkey-skin pocket at his waist.

He stuffed it into Douglas's hand somewhat awkwardly, trying to hide his discomfort.

The whistle has a simple shape and is carved with the silhouette of a wolf looking up at the moon. The craftsmanship is not exquisite, but it reveals a sense of desolation.

Douglas weighed the whistle in his hand and raised his eyebrows:

"This is?"

Isabella's eyebrows also raised, with a hint of pride in her tone:

"It's rare that there are things in this world that Mr. Holmes doesn't know about."

Chapter 383 Hunting Trap in the Apennines

Isabella lowered her voice and her expression became serious:

"The Moon Speaker's keepsake."

Douglas stroked the cold surface of the whistle, feeling the faint fluctuations of magic power:

"Moon Speaker? Sounds like some kind of ancient heritage."

Her eyes swept over Douglas and then drifted to Lupin who was standing guard beside him.

"The werewolf tribe in the Apennine Mountains is not a united and friendly family. Aside from the likes of Ash Claw who are somewhat communicative, the rest... are all more radical lunatics."

She paused, as if choosing her words.

"The special sound frequency produced by this whistle is the sound of an ancient contract.

It allows those werewolf tribes that adhere to tradition to suppress their bloodthirsty instincts, even when it is not a full moon night, and regain a moment of rationality, or at least... be willing to listen to the holder's words."

Isabella's gaze turned towards the depths of the dark forest, her eyes filled with a complex emotion that she herself was not aware of.

"I can only deliver the Ministry's orders here. You are their only hope, protect yourself!"

At this moment, a strange, faint roar came from the forest, which did not sound like that of an ordinary wild beast.

Lupin frowned slightly.

Isabella's expression suddenly changed, and her tone was as cold as ice:

"Did you hear that? This is what I'm going to warn you about next—the Red Moon Brotherhood!

A group of completely degenerate people have turned to the vampires.

They have been rampant in the mountains recently, using brutal methods, targeting lone werewolves and magical creatures, and even Muggle villages!"

Douglas gripped the silver whistle tightly, deep in thought.

Lupin had been standing silently half a step behind Douglas, but at this moment he tilted his head slightly, his nostrils flaring, and his ears seemed to have caught some unusual movement that ordinary people could not detect.

His eyes narrowed and he whispered:

"Not only the Red Moon Brotherhood, but Piero's men are following us as well. Just now, there was a faint flash of magical detection in the woods. It was very stealthy."

Douglas put away his whistle and said solemnly to Isabella, "It seems we have to set off immediately. You should also be careful."

This thing is definitely not something that an ordinary Ministry of Magic Auror can easily obtain.

The roots behind this are probably deeper than he imagined.

"Don't worry." Isabella smiled confidently, with a hint of wild charm in it. "I wish you good luck."

Before she finished her words, she stepped back and disappeared with a flick of the apparition...

The vehicle restarted.

The road was so bumpy that it seemed to shake one's bones apart. The trees on both sides were growing denser and denser. The huge treetops blocked out the sun, cutting the moonlight into pieces and casting mottled, swaying light and shadows on the front window of the car.

and many more! "

Lupin suddenly shouted, leaning forward, sniffing the air quickly, his expression suddenly changed, "Stop the car! Something's wrong up ahead! There's... the smell of silver, and a very faint holy water reaction!"

Douglas reacted as fast as lightning. Without asking why, he stepped hard on the brakes with his right foot!

The off-road vehicle made a sharp friction sound, and the front of the car stopped narrowly a few meters away from an inconspicuous bush.

The two of them could see clearly in the glaring light of the car lights.

In the glaring glow of the car lights, the two could see clearly: Beneath the shadows of the bushes lay several animal traps, hastily wrapped in black cloth. The edges of the traps gleamed silver, and the surrounding soil bore dark traces of holy water.

Lupin's face looked a little grim.

"It's a wolf trap."

He pushed the door open and got out of the car. He approached cautiously, squatted down, and pointed at some almost imperceptible silk threads on the ground.

“The layout is very clever, making perfect use of blind spots.

Once a vehicle presses over and triggers it, these enchanted silver nets will instantly be launched into the air, making it impossible to avoid them."

Douglas frowned.

Holy water, silver mesh.

This group was clearly targeting werewolves, and their methods were extremely professional, definitely not something an ordinary hunter would do.

"They're from the 'Order of St. Benedict the Wolf Hunter,'" Lupin stood up and brushed the dirt off his hands. "Lorenzo's intelligence is correct. It seems the Vatican has given them new instructions. Their activities in the mountains have become more frequent recently."

"Besides, they are nearby." Lupin suddenly raised his head and looked at the outline of a dark ridge not far away.

"There aren't many of them, three to five, and they're patrolling in a fan pattern in our direction."

It seems that this is the end of our noble vehicle."

Douglas looked around. The night wind brought the faint sound of dog barking in the distance. It was obviously not advisable to stay for long.

He took out a finger-sized silver metal capsule from the inner pocket of his windbreaker and whispered a short spell. A faint glow appeared on the surface of the capsule.

He snapped his fingers and the capsule landed precisely on the roof of the off-road vehicle.

There was only a slight muffled "pop" sound, as if a huge soap bubble had been popped.

The heavy off-road vehicle in front of him disappeared out of thin air, leaving only the small capsule lying quietly on the mud print made by the wheels.

Douglas bent down to pick it up, carefully wiped off the dust on it, and then put it back in his pocket.

Lupin had already taken out the map, quickly found his location on it, and then pointed in a direction.

"Go from here. The map shows an abandoned smuggling trail."

The two of them walked one in front and one behind, carefully passing through a dense forest, their steps as light as cats, trying not to make any noise.

Relying on his werewolf's keen perception that far surpasses that of ordinary people, Lupin constantly corrected his direction in the darkness, like a sophisticated human radar, carefully avoiding those carefully laid traps.

Even though he looks so relaxed at the moment, a real werewolf in human form, apart from its senses, has no significant difference in magic level from an ordinary wizard.

Once the full moon night comes, they will be so mad that they will not care about these tiny traps. They will just rush forward and then be torn to pieces.

After going around a mountain pass, they indeed saw a few blurry figures swaying on the distant ridge. They seemed to be holding objects that were flickering with faint light in their hands. They must be some kind of weapons blessed with sacred magic.

"It seems that the Holy See has invested a lot of money this time."

Douglas whispered, with a hint of coldness in his tone.

Those sacred magic weapons were enough to make ordinary werewolves suffer heavy losses, not to mention him.

Lupin carefully examined the map and pointed to a more hidden path ahead that was almost completely covered by vines.

“Going down from here, you can go around to the edge of the abandoned mine area.

It's marked on the map, and the Ash Claw tribe seems to have used it as a temporary refuge before."

Just as they had walked along the path for a while, Lupin suddenly stopped Douglas.

Just as they walked along the path for a while, Lupin suddenly stretched out his hand and stopped Douglas.

"Wait, here..."

Chapter 384 He Treats Us as His Personal Cleanup Team