Hogwarts: I graduated before the system came

With an almost sacred gesture, he took the small coffin model with trembling hands and held it tightly against his chest as if it were a treasure.

The cool, smooth touch made him shudder all over.

The next second, he straightened up, and the light in his dark red eyes rekindled.

It was no longer the light of a conspirator, nor the light of a predator, but a focused and fanatical light belonging to a craftsman.

He immediately got to work.

He waved his pale fingers, and the heavy oak logs seemed to turn into weightless mud before him.

Silent spells flowed from his lips, and the ancient vampire magic turned into the sharpest carving knife.

The wood chips flew like a golden storm.

He used his fingernails to carve smooth and precise lines on the hard oak.

He didn't even use any measuring tools; all the dimensions and angles seemed to have been imprinted in his mind.

His movements were efficient, focused, and even possessed a sickly grace.

Marco and the werewolves of the Ember Claw were stunned.

They looked at the vampire count who had been so high and mighty not long ago, but now he was like a most devout craftsman, concentrating on building a cage to imprison the bodies of his companions.

This scene was even more bizarre and puzzling than the silent massacre just now.

Lupin watched silently, and he suddenly felt that the most terrifying thing about Douglas was not his powerful magic that crushed everything.

But he can grasp the weaknesses of human nature.

Time passed quietly amid the flying sawdust.

When the first ray of morning light pierced through the cracks in the mine, like a golden sword, piercing the darkness of the cave, Valerius finally straightened his stiff back.

He was breathing heavily, his face paler than before, but his eyes were unusually bright, filled with the satisfaction of having completed a masterpiece.

Thirteen simple yet extremely sturdy coffins were neatly arranged in the center of the cave.

Each one was polished very smoothly, with seamless seams, and carved with simple resting patterns using ancient runes.

Douglas walked to the area covered by runes.

He waved his wand.

On the rock wall, those shimmering, twisted lines disappeared quietly like the receding tide.

The illusion barrier has been lifted.

There was no more crazy roar, no more desperate roar.

The dozen or so totem werewolves lay quietly on the ground, their bodies already cold.

In the chest of each werewolf, where the heart should be, there was a burnt hole with charred edges, as if pierced by an invisible, searing bullet.

There was dead silence in the cave.

The cave was completely silent. Suddenly, an uncontrollable whimpering sound, like that of a small animal, came from the crowd.

It was a werewolf boy who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old. He did not come out, but just slumped on the ground, staring at one of the tallest corpses, tears mixed with snot streaming down his face.

"It's him……"

The voice was hoarse with extreme hatred and was almost unrecognizable.

"It's him... Dad... Mom..."

The boy's voice was hoarse with extreme hatred.

"Three years ago, it was him! He attacked my village! My parents are both Muggles... They... They were bitten by him, and in the end... They died..."

He wiped away his tears with the back of his hand and spoke with a sob.

"I was bitten too... but I survived... Later I found out that it was... the wizard power in my body that saved my life... But I also became... became a werewolf..."

His accusation was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing a thousand waves.

More and more members of the Ash Claw stood up.

"And him!" A werewolf with a broken arm pointed at another corpse. "My wife was taken as a trophy by him, right in front of me..."

"That one! The one in leather armor! He loves to raid the Muggle village down the mountain. He treats it as entertainment!"

"They...all of them take pleasure in torturing newly converted werewolves! Many of us were forcibly captured by them and used as slaves!"

Every accusation is accompanied by blood and tears.

These Ash Claws, huddled in the shadows of the Apennine Mountains, almost all of their members carry a life destroyed by the Red Moon Brotherhood.

What they hate is not only the murderers who turned themselves into monsters, but also the evildoers who take pleasure in sadism and wantonly destroy everything.

Chapter 422: The red moon falls, and people dance on the grave!

Valerius glanced at the agitated werewolves with disgust, then looked at his former colleagues on the ground.

He straightened his tattered collar, subconsciously straightened his back, and commented in a condescending tone.

"They take pleasure in this barbaric revelry. We, the noble vampires, never despise such things without aesthetic sense..."

His voice suddenly stopped.

A pair of deep green eyes were looking at him calmly.

Valerius' heart suddenly sank.

Skynet.

He remembered that according to the legend, the vampires hunted by Skynet were all scum who acted recklessly in Muggle society.

He gave a dry laugh, quickly changed his words and tried to explain.

"Of course, Mr. Holmes, every group... always has some... less than respectable scum. I joined the Red Moon Brotherhood for a greater... more ambitious goal..."

"Of course, I am even more grateful now that I can follow you."

Douglas ignored his feeble excuses.

He turned and spoke to Marco, his tone as calm as if he was giving orders for the most ordinary household chores.

"Put them all in the coffin."

"Bury it in the valley and erect a monument."

He paused, his lips curled up in a cold arc.

"It's inscribed on the monument: The werewolf, the totem of the Red Moon Brotherhood, rests here. They once took pride in hunting Muggles and their kind. It's signed with the friendly sponsorship of Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"Oh, yes, one more thing."

"Another notice: Professor Holmes's improved werewolf curse suppressant can calm Moon Night's madness, retaining humanity and reason. Long-term use can eliminate the wolfsbane curse in the body. Those who seek a way out can bring sincerity and come here to seek out Marco, the Ash Claw."

Marco and Lupin were stunned.

They looked at Douglas as if they were meeting the man for the first time.

Using your enemy's tombstone as a billboard for your tribe?

This... this is simply...

Valerius felt a chill run down his spine as he heard this.

He finally understood what kind of existence he was loyal to.

On the top of a distant mountain, there is a rock that blends in with the environment, with a barely perceptible ripple on its surface.

An Auror wearing the standard robes of the Italian Ministry of Magic was kneeling on one knee, with a crystal ball the size of a human head floating in front of him.

Everything that happens in the cave is clearly reflected in the crystal ball.

He quickly put away the crystal ball and took out a piece of parchment, and the quill automatically wrote on it rapidly.

[Emergency Report: Target Douglas Holmes, the execution of thirteen totem werewolf members of the Red Moon Brotherhood has been confirmed.

The method was efficient and cold, not standard British Ministry of Magic procedures. Among the dead was the werewolf leader Totem.

Note: The target has already recruited the Ash Claw tribe and is using the execution site for...commercial promotion. It is recommended to reassess its danger level and unpredictability.

In the Vatican, a prayer room that never sees sunlight all year round.

The old man, dressed in the crimson cardinal robe, was quietly listening to a knight's report.

“…He turned their tombstones into billboards.”

For the first time, a look of surprise appeared on the cardinal's face.

He was silent for a long time, then spoke slowly, his voice old and distant.

"Arrogant British..."

"Since he likes purification so much, let him see what true purification from the gods is."

"Go, awaken our most devout... hound."

In dark corners all over Italy.

Almost at the same time, some survivors of the Red Moon Brotherhood, who were hiding in different werewolf tribes, received the news that Totem and his elite guards had been annihilated.

There was no anger, no cries for revenge.

There was only a brief silence, followed by an irrepressible ecstasy.

"Totem is dead! That madman is finally dead!"

"Great! Once that Englishman leaves, the Red Moon Brotherhood will be ours!"

And more of them are ordinary werewolves who were forcibly transformed.

They heard about this incident from various sources and about the tombstone standing in the valley.

silence.

Many infected werewolves who lived like slaves at the bottom of other tribes raised their heads silently after hearing the news, with a light flashing in their eyes that they had never seen before.

For a time, the atmosphere in the major traditional werewolf tribes became subtle.

Those powerful werewolves who usually acted arrogantly suddenly became much more restrained.

They began to warn their men.

"Just be well behaved recently!"

"Stay away from the Ash Claws over there in the Apennines! Don't mess with them! And don't mess with that British professor!"

In Lorenzo's office, the air smells like a mixture of aged parchment and cigar tobacco flown in from Lake Geneva.

A report, delivered by the Ministry of Magic's standard owl messenger, lay quietly on his desk made of Norwegian Kraken tentacles.

His slender fingers gently twisted the report, and the paper felt dry and cold.

As his gaze moved, Lorenzuo's brows twisted into a small knot.

"It's really... unexpected."

Lorenzo muttered to himself, leaning back in the soft leather armchair, his tired eyes gleaming with confusion.

According to his script, Douglas Holmes, the sword that was reintroduced into Italy, should have pierced the heart of the Vatican.

He knew better than anyone what a profound mark the incident a few years ago had left on the British wizard.

The hatred for the hypocritical mask of the Holy See is engraved in their bones.

When the Holy See offered him an excuse, he crushed it without hesitation, determined to track down the mastermind behind the scenes and tear to pieces the cardinal's conspiracy and the reputation of the Holy See.

Such a person, after facing the provocation of the Knights of Saint Sebastian, should have set off a greater storm, a revenge that would be enough to shake the entire Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith.

But what did he do?

He turned a corner, and like an experienced hunter, instead of chasing the conspicuous lion, he set his sights on a group of inconspicuous jackals in the forest.

He recruited the Ash Claw, executed the totem werewolf of the Red Moon Brotherhood, and even... tamed a vampire.

Unexpected complications.

Lorenzo's fingertips tapped lightly on the smooth walnut table, making a rhythmic sound.

He tried to interpret the moves outside of this chess game.