Hogwarts: I graduated before the system came

"Draw a circle on the ground as a prison?"

Marco repeated the word, confusion in his eyes.

Douglas smiled:

"Do you think a solid wall can stop a group of crazy werewolves?"

Without waiting for Marco's answer, he continued:

"Any physical barrier will be broken by a stronger force. What I set up is not a wall, but a lock."

He stretched out a finger and drew a line in the air.

"What I set up is a conceptual barrier."

His voice held the pleasure of sharing a secret.

"It's not aimed at physical attacks, but at living creatures themselves, especially... those that are dominated by violent emotions."

Lupin's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately understood the subtlety of this magic.

"Any creature that enters this area, the more aggressive and malicious it is, the more oppressive, chaotic, and hostile it will feel this space is."

Douglas's voice echoed clearly in the echoing throat, but this time, it did not resonate.

It was as if the sound was absorbed by this invisible barrier.

"When a werewolf rushes in with murderous intent, he'll find that the walls here will squeeze towards him like living things."

"The echoes he hears will be twisted into the most vicious taunts and curses against him."

"He will see his companions become his most hated enemies."

"His sense of direction will be completely disoriented, and he will be lost in this hell he has created with his own anger until his sanity is completely torn apart."

Douglas spread his hands and concluded easily.

“Simply put, I turned this space into a mirror.”

"It will reveal the ugliest beast in the intruder's heart, and then allow that beast to devour its owner in turn."

Chapter 412 Earl, do you know me?

Early that night.

A sharp and short whistle broke the silence of the mine, like the last cry of a night bird with its neck strangled.

Douglas, who was resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes. There was no trace of sleepiness in his deep green eyes.

He and Marco exchanged a glance, and both stood up at the same time, walking quickly towards the cave entrance.

Lupin followed closely behind, his steps light and silent, his whole body tensed like a bow ready to shoot.

The three of them walked quickly through the deep mine tunnel, and the outline of the cave entrance in front of them became clearer and clearer in the flickering firelight.

Moonlight, as pale as a dead person's face, poured in from the cave entrance, illuminating the ground with a strange bright color.

The scene outside the cave was strangely funny.

Two werewolf guards stood upright on either side of the cave entrance, like two forgotten stone statues.

They held spears in their hands and stared ahead vigilantly, but their bodies did not move at all. Even their breathing seemed to have stopped, and they stared ahead vigilantly.

Opposite them, under the moonlight, stood three figures.

They also remained motionless.

But their posture was full of doubt and confusion, and they were looking down at the ground at their feet.

It was as if there was something lying there that should have existed but had mysteriously disappeared.

Flowers in the mirror and moon in the water.

As long as you don't move, you will be just a blurry phantom in the eyes of the enemy that cannot be accurately locked onto.

Any deadly spells they cast would hit the air next to the phantom.

At the same time, a shadow of being attacked will appear in the eyes of the enemy, provided that the person holding the talisman cannot move.

The three people on the opposite side were obviously also in great confusion.

They looked at the ground beside them, their eyes full of absurdity and confusion.

In their eyes, the attack just now was clearly not very powerful, but just a tentative evil curse.

But why didn't these two werewolves even try to dodge, but just fell down without a breath, dying more easily than a grasshopper being stepped on.

This is simply like a scam.

The guards had no idea what was going on.

They were simply following Mr. Holmes's instructions: if they spotted the enemy, they could save their lives by remaining motionless, and then sound the alarm.

What they wore were the Mirror Flower and Water Moon talismans given to them by Douglas.

Marco let out a low growl and strode out of the mine, protecting Douglas and Lupin behind him.

With his appearance, the three uninvited guests finally raised their heads.

Leading the group was a tall, pale man.

He had neatly combed black hair, a handsome and indifferent face, and wore a perfectly tailored dark robe. The material shone like silk in the moonlight, which was out of place in these desolate mountains.

vampire.

And it's of pure blood.

Douglas made his judgment at a glance.

Next to him was a burly man with a pig-like face, muscular body, and heavy breathing, like a wild boar ready to charge at any time.

On the other side, there was a witch with a resentful look and sunken eyes. Her fingers kept twitching on her wand, as if she wanted to cast another evil curse every second.

"Marco."

The handsome vampire spoke, his voice as smooth as the finest silk, yet chilling to the bone.

"My lost canine friend, is this how you greet a potential ally?"

He smiled, and his two sharp canine teeth flashed in the moonlight.

"Let me introduce myself. I am Valerius, the leader of the vampires of the Red Moon Brotherhood. Perhaps you should call me Count."

Marco pointed the spear in his hand forward, and the tip of the spear flashed with the silver light enchanted by Douglas.

"We have nothing to discuss with you, Valerius."

"Get off our land while that pretty head of yours is still on your neck."

Valerius didn't seem to hear Marco's words, and his eyes passed over him and fell on the two people behind him.

His gaze lingered on Lupin for a moment, with the critical eye of one examining merchandise.

"Ah, the great man. A walking miracle."

He said softly, a sneer on his face.

"Honestly, I'm disappointed. I thought I'd see more...wildfires. You look as docile as a house dog."

Then his eyes turned to Douglas.

At that moment, the condescending arrogance in Valerius's eyes froze.

Instead, there was a deep, almost imperceptible sense of fear.

It was like a tiger patrolling its territory, and suddenly smelled a hint of an older, more dangerous scent in the grass that did not belong to this forest.

This British wizard... why is he here?

Valerius forced himself to suppress the chill in his heart and maintained his aristocratic elegance.

Douglas also took a step forward and, without leaving any trace, blocked Lupin behind him.

"Valerius... um... Count."

His tone was relaxed, as if he was greeting an old friend.

"I'm Douglas Holmes. If you want an autograph, I'm afraid you'll have to queue. We're waiting for another, more important guest."

This nonchalant attitude completely angered the witch next to him.

"Who do you think you are!"

She screamed and raised her wand, an icy green light condensing at the tip.

But Valerius just glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, and the witch dropped her wand unwillingly as if her throat was strangled.

Valerius's gaze, like two cold probes, was fixed on Douglas.

"That potion master, the one who stirred up trouble, I didn't expect you to be here too."

The dramatic tone in Valerius' voice faded a lot, becoming dry and real.

"This is a matter between our magical creatures, and you shouldn't get involved."

He paused, as if trying to formulate more vicious words.

"You are spreading a gospel of weakness, professor. You are teaching predators to sharpen their claws and eat the food that is given out of pity. You are a plague. You are taming them..."

"It seems you've heard of me."

The smile on Douglas's face grew wider. Hearing the fear in the other party's tone, he felt a hint of sudden realization.

"Oh, I remembered."

He tapped his forehead.

"A long time ago, in the old town of Bucharest, I trained a little bat that was not very obedient."

"He loved to brag about his pedigree and wore clothes like yours. It's a shame he ran away in the end."

Douglas's eyes moved around Valerius and finally landed on his family crest ring.

"You should know him and have a good relationship with him, right?"

Chapter 413 He is not worthy of my research table

Valerius's face instantly turned darker than his robe.

Of course he does.

The little bat was his cousin who had betrayed the family with him. When he escaped back, he took three full years to recuperate before he could barely regain his human form.

Through that contaminated blood memory, Valerius had witnessed Douglas's methods with his own eyes.

That's not a fight, that's a dissection.

Douglas used a Muggle scalpel to peel off his cousin's flesh and blood bit by bit to study the vampire's cell regeneration ability.

He used oriental silver needles to pierce his cousin's nerve center to test how different acupuncture points responded to the blood curse.

He even tried to use holy water and garlic essence to mix a new potion that could make a vampire's skin ulcerate as if it had been splashed with concentrated acid.

Those memories made Valerius understand that the wizard in front of him was not a madman, he was more terrifying than a madman.

He is an anatomist disguised as a scholar who has an extreme curiosity about all unknown things.

Valerius could not answer.

To admit it is to expose one's own shortcomings.

To deny it is to admit that you are not as good as that loser who escaped back.

This invisible humiliation instantly ignited the tense atmosphere at the cave entrance.

"Roar!"

The pig-faced burly man couldn't stand seeing his leader being humiliated like this. He let out a beast-like roar and rushed forward like a truck out of control.

But he had just taken two steps when his foot seemed to be tripped by an invisible rope.

"Pfft!"

He fell heavily to the ground, and his huge body made a dull thud as it hit the ground.