Hogwarts: I graduated before the system came

Douglas took a step forward and turned to look down at Valerius.

"Let me answer your question first."

"Yes."

"I was the one who destroyed that dark wizard organization."

Douglas' tone was calm, as if he was stating a trivial matter, but every word hit Valerius' heart hard.

Valerius's eyes went dark, and he staggered back two steps, leaning against a rough tree trunk, barely avoiding falling down.

It’s over.

It's all over.

He originally thought that after he got through this crisis, he would use his hidden cards and then slowly plan to take control of the entire brotherhood.

But now, he found that the organization he was proud of was like a toy with its structure completely seen through in front of this man.

If they want to demolish it, they can do so at any time, and it has already been demolished once.

"Now," Douglas's voice pulled him back from the abyss of despair, "it's your turn to answer my question."

"Who is the totem werewolf that attacked us? What is his status in the Brotherhood?"

Valerius gasped for breath, knowing that he had no room for bargaining.

The man in front of him didn't care about the life or death of the Red Moon Brotherhood at all. He just needed a guide.

"His name is Ulrich the Butcher."

Valerius's voice was hoarse and weak.

"He is one of the most brutal and insane werewolf leaders in the Brotherhood. His bloodline is impure, but he uses the methods of dark wizards to devour his own kind and forcibly increase his strength. Most of the Brotherhood's werewolf forces are under his control."

"He and I have always been competing for supreme control of the entire organization."

At this point, Valerius paused for a moment and subconsciously closed his mouth.

He thought of his real trump card - the flesh and blood aggregate transformed from his cousin, which he had locked deep in the secret room.

That was his ultimate weapon to fight against, and even devour, Ulric.

The thought only flashed through his mind before he was immediately awakened by the pricking pain coming from the brand deep in his soul.

He suddenly realized that in front of Skynet, any concealment and calculation would be a dead end.

Douglas watched the expression on his face change instantly, his lips curled up in a mocking arc, but he didn't point it out. He knew that this new assistant coach would need a little time to fully learn the meaning of honesty.

He turned around and continued walking towards the mine.

"It seems our guests tonight will be more... enthusiastic than expected."

Valerius looked at the back and felt a chill in his heart.

He could already foresee what a bloody and hilarious scene would be when Ulric's army of werewolves, who believed in pure violence, collided with the terrifying wizard who had developed hunting and dissection into an art.

The Red Moon Brotherhood, a behemoth that has been entrenched in the shadow of the Apennine Mountains for hundreds of years, is probably about to meet its end in this valley.

And he, as the only survivor, will witness all of this with his own eyes.

Perhaps, this is the cruelest footnote to the blank torture in the contract.

Chapter 419: Draw a Prison on the Ground and Run Like a Dragon

When Douglas returned with the new assistant, a strong smell rushed into his nostrils.

It is not the fresh scent of grass and trees in the mountains and forests.

is blood.

There was also a burnt smell similar to ozone lingering in the air after the violent collision of magic power.

At the entrance of the mine, the sentry who was supposed to be standing guard was nowhere to be seen.

"Looks like we missed the party."

Douglas' voice was calm as he walked towards the cave entrance.

Valerius followed behind, took a deep breath, and a gloating smile appeared on his pale face.

"It's the totem werewolf of the Red Moon."

He sniffed the remaining information in the air, his tone filled with a hint of morbid excitement.

"The smell of them is like rusty iron mixed with rotten meat. I can never mistake it."

He glanced at Douglas, trying to see a hint of panic or solemnity on the other's face.

But he was disappointed.

Douglas's expression remained calm, as if he was simply confirming something he already knew.

The area around the cave entrance was in a mess.

Broken spears, rough stone axes, and several pools of blood that had solidified into dark red were scattered on the ground.

Fighting took place, and it was fierce.

But there are no bodies here.

Douglas didn't stop and walked straight into the depths of the mine.

His footsteps echoed in the dark mine tunnel, neither fast nor slow, with a heart-pounding calmness.

Valerius followed closely behind, and the further he went in, the more uneasy he felt.

Finally, they arrived at the Echoing Throat.

When he saw the scene inside the cave clearly, Valerius took a breath.

The feeling of gloating that had just arisen was instantly replaced by a chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

In the open area in the center of the cave, more than a dozen extremely burly werewolves were roaring wildly and attacking each other.

They all had blood-red crescent totems tattooed on their bodies, their muscles were muscular, and their claws flashed with cold light.

But their actions are full of weird absurdity.

A werewolf was facing the empty rock wall, waving its claws wildly, as if fighting an invisible and terrifying beast.

The other one curled up on the ground, holding his head and screaming in terror, as if he saw the deepest fear in his heart.

There were two or three others with red eyes, looking crazy, and biting their companions frantically.

They are caught in a war that only they can see.

And at the edge of this chaotic battlefield, on the rock wall, the runes drawn by Douglas himself were emitting a faint and steady light, like silent jailers.

Valerius stared at the runes.

Those twisted lines and that strange combination all came from the same source as the contract he had just signed.

He understood instantly.

This wizard wasn't waiting for any guests at all.

He was waiting for his prey to walk into the slaughterhouse he had set up.

This man...did he really graduate from Hogwarts?

An absurd thought popped up in Valerius's mind. Could he be the reincarnation of a dark wizard from ancient Greece, disguised as a British professor?

From the other side of the cave, there came a suppressed cheer of survivors.

Lupin was standing behind a makeshift rock barrier reinforced with Transfiguration, protecting members of the Ember Claw tribe.

Some of them were injured and looked pale, but fortunately, there were no major casualties.

Seeing Douglas' figure, everyone's eyes lit up.

"Mr. Holmes!"

Marco walked out from behind the barrier, one of his arms was bandaged and still bleeding.

He looked at the powerful totem werewolves killing each other in the illusion, and then looked at Douglas who was walking towards him calmly. The last trace of doubt in his heart about the strong also disappeared.

All that remains is the purest awe.

He completely understood the meaning of Lupin's words.

Douglas wasn't helping them.

He was giving them a whole new future.

Douglas's gaze fell on the totem werewolves trapped in the barrier.

His gentle eyes, at this moment, became as cold as a scalpel.

"That," Valerius said in a low voice, pointing to a particularly eye-catching figure in the chaotic battle group, "is the werewolf leader of the Red Moon Brotherhood. They call him 'Totem'."

The werewolf was stronger than his companions, and even under the torture of hallucinations, his eyes would occasionally regain a bit of clarity.

Every time this happened, he would stare at Douglas's direction, growling like a trapped beast, as if he was trying his best to resist the erosion of the illusion.

He is more powerful and dangerous than the others.

Douglas raised his wand.

No trial, no questioning.

He simply uttered three words in a calm tone as if announcing the result.

"Electric Dragon Snake."

A slender, silver-white electric light, compressed to the extreme, shot out from the tip of his staff.

It did not emit a deafening thunder, only a slight "crackling" sound.

The lightning struck the werewolf leader known as "Totem" with precision.

His burly body suddenly stiffened, and the blood-colored totem seemed to be lit up for a moment. Then, the last trace of light in his eyes was completely extinguished, and he fell straight down.

But this is only the beginning.

That silver-white electric current seemed to have a life of its own.

It suddenly jumped out from the totem leader's body, drew a strange zigzag line in the air, and instantly hit the other werewolf closest to him.

"Crack!"

again.

This lightning, like an electric snake thrown into a fish pond, uses those malicious werewolves as conductors, automatically pulling and catapulting, forming an unavoidable chain of killing.

Lightning jumped wildly between a dozen werewolves, and every flash was accompanied by the fall of a strong body.

The whole process was quiet, efficient, and full of ominous beauty.

Valerius' pupils suddenly contracted, but he felt far more than just visual shock.

The strong smell of ozone mixed with burnt meat violently overwhelmed his keen sense of smell. It was not the aroma of food, but a warning from a natural enemy.

The ancient blood in his body screamed instinctively, urging him to escape, but the mark of the contract deep in his soul was like a red-hot iron chain, nailing him to the spot and making him unable to move.

There is no doubt that if he had chosen to resist just now, this "electric dragon snake" would have strangled him without hesitation.

Marco and the members of the Ember Claw tribe were stunned.

They had imagined countless brutal battles, but never thought that the end would come so quickly, so...cleanly.

Lupin's face turned pale.

He had witnessed the cruelty of Voldemort and the madness of the Death Eaters.

But Douglas's method is something else.

It was not a carnival of slaughter, but a purge that was extremely calm.

Like a doctor, removing diseased tissue.

When the last totem werewolf fell, the stench of burnt flesh filled the cave.

The silver-white lightning completed its mission, flashed in the air, and disappeared quietly.

The whole world returned to silence.