Hogwarts: I graduated before the system came

He suddenly remembered what Sirius had said to him not long ago.

At that time, they were sitting in the Deanery Office of Hogwarts, and the firelight in the fireplace illuminated Sirius's face, which had regained its freedom but still had a hint of wildness.

"That guy Douglas, he looks at you like a rough jade that can be carefully polished."

"And the way he looked at me was like looking at a wild dog that needed to be whipped from time to time to be obedient."

Sirius took a swig of his butterbeer and grinned.

"Moon Face, he knows how to deal with people like us better than any of us."

Yes, he understands better than anyone.

Lupin raised his head and met Greyback's savage eyes.

Then, with all the creatures in the valley watching, he made a move that froze the air.

He slowly pulled his wand out from his sleeve.

That cypress wand had accompanied him throughout his adult life. It was his proof of being a wizard and his weapon against the beast within him.

He glanced at the wand, then gently dropped it to the ground behind him.

The wand landed on the soft earth with a barely audible thud.

The sound was very soft, but it clearly struck everyone's heart.

"Deal with you," Lupin's voice was very soft, but like a stone thrown into a deep pool of silence, it was clearly heard throughout the valley.

"No magic required."

He began to unbutton his wizard robes, one by one.

He took off the robe that symbolized his wizarding identity, but instead of throwing it away casually, he folded it neatly and placed it gently next to his wand.

Beneath the robe was a plain white shirt.

His body no longer looked thin as it had in the past due to the torture of illness and curse.

Instead, there is a smooth and strong muscle line.

They are not exaggerated, but full of restrained power that can burst out at any time.

That was the body that Douglas reshaped for him using an unknown potion and a set of strange physical techniques from the far East.

A vessel that no longer needs to rely on magic to suppress instincts, but can instead harness power with will.

Chapter 426: Battle of the Wolf King! Tear Fate to pieces with fists!

The werewolves of the Ash Claw let out an uncontrollable commotion.

Marco's huge fists were clenched so tightly that the knuckles turned white. He subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to rush forward.

Douglas standing at the entrance of the mine.

He just gave her a calm look.

Marco's footsteps seemed to be nailed to the spot by invisible chains.

The young werewolf children looked at Lupin with an almost worshipful gaze.

Mr. Lupin, who usually taught them knowledge and spells gently, was now showing a silent and powerful posture of an alpha wolf that they had never seen before.

In the shadows far away, Valerius folded his arms in amusement.

Valerius stood in the distance. Unlike the werewolf, he did not care about the outcome. Instead, he was like a drama critic sitting in a box, enjoying this primitive and bloody drama with great interest.

He turned his head and whispered to Douglas beside him, with just the right amount of compliment in his voice.

"Professor, your teaching achievements are truly impressive."

"You successfully trained a battered sheep into a sheepdog capable of fighting wolves head-on."

Douglas's eyes were always on Lupin, as if he was recording a set of crucial experimental data.

He did not go to see Valerius.

"He's not a sheepdog."

Douglas corrected calmly.

“He is the shepherd of the future.”

The smile on Valerius's face froze slightly.

shepherd?

A chill suddenly rose in his heart, and he realized once again that the man next to him was much more ambitious than he could have imagined.

In the valley, Greyback was completely enraged by Lupin's actions.

This is the greatest insult to it.

A descendant transformed by his own hands, a bastard in his eyes, actually thought that he could defeat him with bare hands.

"good very good!"

He grinned, and his bones made a series of crackling sounds, as if he was frying a pot of dry beans.

Revealed was a sharp edge that was polished to be as sharp as an obsidian dagger.

The canine teeth that had been deliberately polished in his mouth also protruded from his lips, flashing a cold white light.

"I will use your most proud human body," he roared, "to tear you into pieces!"

Lupin also moved.

Slowly lowered his body.

He assumed a fighting stance similar to boxing, but with a lower center of gravity, more in line with Eastern martial arts.

With his feet firmly planted on the ground, one in front of the other, and his arms protected in front of his body, his whole body was like a strong bow stretched to its limit.

"right here."

Lupin stretched out his finger and pointed to the open space under his feet.

The land that had just buried the Red Moon Brotherhood's totem werewolf.

"Only one of us can leave standing."

This ancient Apennine Mountains is about to witness an unprecedented showdown.

A battle without magic, only of strength, skill and will.

An ultimate showdown between the new and old ideologies and ways of survival for British werewolves.

Greyback could endure this confrontation no longer.

He raised his head and let out a roar that shook the valley!

That roar was no longer a simple demonstration, but the purest declaration of killing!

He rushed towards Lupin like a heavy truck out of control.

The strong wind blew the dead leaves and dust on the ground into a small tornado.

At this moment, Lupin's eyes became as sharp as an eagle.

He didn't retreat.

Faced with that terrifying aura that was enough to crush his mind, he did not retreat but advanced instead.

The two figures collided violently under the gaze of everyone.

The dull sound of bones and muscles colliding exploded in the valley.

This announced the official start of this bloody duel.

The silence of the valley was completely shattered by a dull roar.

The sound was not like the collision of flesh, but more like a heavy bag of cement being hit hard on the stone slab.

Greyback's brutal charge was mostly neutralized by Lupin using an incredible technique.

His body was like a fallen leaf caught in the strong wind, sliding sideways against Greyback's smelly body. At the same time, he delivered a merciless elbow strike, hitting the opponent's armpit accurately.

That's where the nerve plexus is most densely packed.

Greyback uttered a groan of pain and astonishment, his forward momentum suddenly halting.

He never thought that such sophisticated and cruel fighting skills would appear in a werewolf.

But the instinct of a top predator made him react instantly.

His arm was like a steel whip, carrying a sharp wind that tore through the air, and swept towards Lupin's head.

Lupin didn't take it head-on.

He crouched down and dived, his whole body almost touching the ground, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

Greyback's claws, like daggers, scraped across his scalp, sending strands of brown hair flying to the ground.

The battle entered the bloodiest rhythm from the very first second.

Each of Greyback's attacks was filled with pure, devastating power.

His sharp claws cut a deep wound on Lupin's shoulder, and the blood beads formed a string of dark red pearls in the air.

His heavy fist hit Lupin's blocking arm with a teeth-grinding sound of bones rubbing against each other.

Lupin was bleeding and injured.

But he didn't take a step back.

Like a seagull fighting in the raging waves, he danced madly on the edge of life and death using the combat wisdom that Douglas had instilled in him in the strictest way over the past few weeks.

dodge.

Block.

Fight back.

His attacks were tricky and deadly. He never aimed for a fatal blow, but instead struck Greyback's joints, tendons, and the vulnerable parts hidden beneath his muscles with precision.

The Ember Claw members in the valley were stunned.

They had never seen such a battle.

This doesn't belong to a werewolf, and certainly not a wizard.

This is an efficient and cruel art of killing that perfectly combines the ferocity of beasts with the wisdom of humans.

The veins on Marco's clenched fists bulged like twisted earthworms.

The usually gentle Mr. Lupin had now turned into a lone wolf who was completely unfamiliar to him and exuded a dangerous aura.

"Wonderful."

Valerius licked his dry lips, his dark red pupils flickering with a morbid excitement.

He admired this extreme violence.

In his opinion, this was more beautiful than any gorgeous magic duel.

"His willpower," Valerius turned his head and looked at the man beside him who was so calm that he seemed unhuman, "is like the stubborn rock on the top of the Alps. How did you do it?"

Douglas's eyes never left Lupin in the field.

That look didn't seem like he was watching a battle, but more like he was inspecting a work he had polished with his own hands.

"I just told him," Douglas said softly, "that when he defeats himself, nothing in this world will scare him anymore."

Chapter 427 Welcome Back, Professor Lupin

As time went on, Greyback began to grow impatient.

Rage was devouring his sanity.

He couldn't understand.

He couldn't understand why this hybrid, whom he treated as a plaything and pet, could endure so much damage.

Why is his will still as indestructible as red-hot steel?