Hogwarts: I graduated before the system came

Douglas did not tie him up with chains, but instead used a work of art to create an eternal cage for him in which he was willing to live.

At this moment, in the deepest part of the cave, Douglas was standing in front of the crack leading to the outside world, letting the cold mountain wind blow his robe.

His gaze seemed to penetrate the distant space, seeing the ongoing conspiracies in the city of Rome and the darkness that was being awakened deep in the Vatican.

A cold smile that no one could understand slowly appeared on his face.

come on.

Come on everyone.

This party has just begun.

The magical border between Italy and France.

The snow line of the Alps is a silent dividing line.

It separates the warmth of the human world from the eternal coldness of the sky.

The moonlight could not penetrate the clouds, and could only spread a grayish color, like old parchment, on the continuous snow-capped peaks.

An invisible barrier ripples slightly between the mountain ridges, reflecting a little bit of almost imperceptible, solidified aurora-like color.

This is the "Tacitus Line" of the Italian Ministry of Magic, a huge network constructed by ancient runes and modern detection spells, which can mark any powerful magical fluctuations trying to enter the country quietly.

Fenrir Greyback emerged from the shadow of a massive rock.

Behind him followed a dozen or so equally hunched figures, exuding a scent of hunger.

They are his last team and his most loyal hyenas.

The smell of blood and the humus of the mountains mixed together to form a disgusting smell on them.

But their actions were carried out with the innate caution of wild beasts.

They walked along the ancient beast trails, using the shadows of the mountains to avoid the long-abandoned magic detection points like ghosts.

Greyback himself was dirtier than any of his men.

The original color of his robe could no longer be seen, his long gray-yellow hair was stuck together in clumps, and the cracks between his fingernails were filled with dried blood and black dirt.

Only those eyes, in the dim light, flashed with an extremely conceited and cruel light that belonged to a top predator.

He stopped and greedily breathed in the thin and cold mountain air.

Fragments of memory poured into the lungs along with the cold air.

More than thirty years ago, it was in this mountain range that he was chased like a stray dog ​​by the Aurors of the Italian Ministry of Magic and the hypocritical knights of the Holy See.

It was a humiliating memory, yet one that made him extremely excited.

He grinned, revealing two rows of sharp teeth that were yellow to a blackish color.

"The guardian of this land has become as docile as a house dog."

Suddenly, Greyback froze.

His nose twitched violently in the air, and a low, animal-like grunt came from his throat.

A smell.

A faint smell, almost covered by the wind and snow, yet extremely familiar, was drifting slowly over with the wind in the valley.

It's Lupin.

It was the blood of the little bastard he had created, who had always refused to acknowledge his noble lineage.

But the smell is weird.

The violent and bloodthirsty nature of wolfsbane has almost disappeared.

Instead, there is a unique taste that has been purified, with a herbal fragrance, but retains the traces of the same origin at its roots.

This taste is like a glass of strong liquor that has been diluted with too much water.

It has lost its original strength and only has a ridiculous aftertaste.

Greyback's body tensed, every muscle clenching with excitement at the sudden smell, and a satisfying, tooth-aching grunt emanated from the back of his throat, like a beast that had been starving for weeks finally catching the scent of its prey.

"He's hurt!"

A bloodthirsty gleam flashed in his eyes, and he turned to face his men who had also smelled the scent and were beginning to get restless.

"The traitor is seriously injured! The smell of his blood is everywhere, and he is dying!"

Greyback gave a fit of suppressed laughter, a raspy, unpleasant laugh.

"Find him! I want to taste his last wail with my own mouth!"

He no longer concealed his whereabouts; the enthusiasm of having his prey so close overwhelmed all caution.

Leading the wolf pack, following the smell of blood that had been deliberately amplified by magic, he headed straight for the heart of the Apennine Mountains like a black arrow shot from a bow.

His running figure was like a stone thrown into a calm lake.

At a certain point on the "Tacitus Line", a silver rune suddenly lit up and then turned into a dazzling scarlet.

The highest level alarm was triggered without a doubt.

Chapter 425: No need for magic to deal with you!

Italian Ministry of Magic.

Lorenzo's office.

He was staring at a huge, animated map of Italy on the wall.

On the map, a dark green vortex representing Douglas Holmes was spinning quietly somewhere in the Apennine Mountains.

Just now, a dark red dot of light, representing a "highly dangerous unregistered magical creature," appeared out of nowhere at the northern border of the map, flashing an ominous light, and then, without hesitation, moved firmly towards the direction of the green vortex.

Lorenzo's slender fingers tapped rhythmically on the desk.

The curve of his mouth was like a freshly sharpened scalpel.

"Another mad dog."

He whispered to himself, a hint of appreciation in his voice.

He didn't raise any alarms, nor did he send any Aurors to intercept.

"Holmes, let me see how big a cage you, an outsider animal trainer, have prepared."

Lorenzo lightly touched the moving red dot on the map with his fingertips, as if he was pinching off an insignificant flying insect.

He picked up the coffee and took a sip, but his eyes were looking out the window with interest, as if he was enjoying a bloody opera that was about to be performed.

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

The flickering candlelight illuminated an old man in simple monk's clothes.

His face was shrouded in the shadow of his hood and could not be seen clearly.

He was kneeling before a black marble platform without a cross.

On the stone platform, there was an ancient pure silver basin filled with water as clear as a mirror.

On the water's surface, the twisted figure of Fenrir Greyback running wildly in the mountains and forests was clearly reflected.

"A foolish beast, a mad dog driven by desire."

The old man's voice was dry and hoarse, like a dead leaf rubbing against a stone slab.

He stood up, and the image in the basin disappeared.

The old man slowly turned and whispered to the deeper darkness behind him, "The Lamb of God needs sharpening. Go, herd that mad dog and let it bite the hypocritical shepherd. I need to see... a miracle, or destruction."

When Fenrir Greyback finally arrived at his destination, he did not see a seriously injured and dying Lupin.

Instead, it is a piece of freshly turned land that smells of earth.

In front of the land, there stands a rough stone tablet.

He narrowed his eyes and read the extremely arrogant words carved with magic spell.

The werewolf, the totem of the Red Moon Brotherhood, rests here. They once took pride in hunting Muggles and their kind.

Signed: Sponsored by Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Another notice: Professor Holmes's improved werewolf curse suppressant...

The air still lingered with the smell of sulfur, filled with resentment and rage after the totem werewolf's death.

He recognized the scent and name of those fools from the Red Moon Brotherhood.

His men were terrified.

Being able to kill thirteen powerful totem werewolves in one battle, the enemies here are far beyond their imagination.

That was more werewolf deaths than they had seen in the UK in the previous decade.

They shrank back uneasily, low whimpers coming from their throats.

"A bunch of rubbish!" Greyback growled without turning his head. The brutality in his voice made the retreating werewolves tremble all over and dared not move again.

He spat a mouthful of blood-stained saliva at the tombstone with disdain.

His eyes flickered with arrogance about his absolute power.

"Their death only proves that they were too weak!"

He raised his head, his dirty face full of twisted arrogance.

He opened his mouth and used all his strength to let out a long roar that shook the valley!

"Lupin! Get out here and die!"

"Didn't your foolish father teach you the consequences of betraying your own kind?!"

The whistling sound blew up the fallen leaves on the ground and echoed in the valley for a long time.

The echo has not yet faded.

From the shadows of the mine, a figure slowly walked out.

Not Douglas.

Greyback's bloodthirsty smile froze on his face.

He expected Lupin to crawl out, perhaps covered in wounds, perhaps hysterical.

But he never thought that the person who came out would be such a person.

Clean, tidy, and meticulous, like a respectable person going to a funeral.

There was no fear or anger on that face, only a calmness that went deep into the bones.

Until Greyback met his eyes. They were not the eyes of a beast, nor the eyes of a wizard.

It was an ice-covered lake, and beneath the surface was boiling lava that had been surging for over a decade and was enough to burn the entire valley to ashes.

He was stunned at first, then his dirty face twisted into a weird smile, and a gurgling sound like bones rubbing against each other came from his throat.

He stuck out his long tongue and licked his cracked lips. There was no mockery in his eyes, only cruel interest like a new toy.

He looked Lupin up and down, his eyes full of undisguised contempt, as if he were examining an animal that had been sent to the wrong slaughterhouse.

"Dressed like a wimp for a funeral."

"That smell...that bloody, wild smell that belongs to us has disappeared from you."

Greyback sniffed the air greedily, the mockery on his face turning into a look of disgust bordering on sickness.

"You're not a wolf anymore, Remus."

"You're just a castrated pet in human skin!"

Greyback took a step forward and pounded his stone chest with a dull, drum-like thump, announcing his verdict to the entire valley.

"True strength comes from our nature, from the desire to bite and kill!"

His voice became louder and louder, filled with a fanatical enthusiasm that could bewitch people.

"You lost it! Like you lost your tooth and claw!"

Lupin's heart was at peace.