Hogwarts: I graduated before the system came

It was like being gently pinched out by an invisible hand.

The corners of Lorenzo's mouth curled up in a satisfied arc.

He picked up a quill and wrote quickly on a new piece of parchment.

The parchment was rolled up and tied to the leg of an ordinary-looking gray owl.

"Go," he whispered, "deliver it to the Daily Prophet's reporter in Rome. I think my friend really needs this message delivered right now."

Vatican.

In the windowless prayer room.

The old man, dressed in a cardinal's robe, was gazing at the water in the silver basin in front of him.

Reflected on the water's surface was Douglas ruthlessly cleaning up Greyback's remnants with a death curse.

The green light flickered like the eyes of a poisonous snake.

He slowly turned around, facing the deeper darkness behind him.

"Go ahead, no more waiting!"

A voice responded from the darkness: "Your will is obeyed. The revelry of heresy must end with holy fire."

in the valley.

Douglas's eyes moved from Lupin to Valerius.

"Valerius."

Douglas's voice was calm.

"professor."

Valerius immediately bowed with impeccable grace.

"Make him a coffin."

Douglas pointed to Greyback's body on the ground.

"Just make a coffin that can fit him."

He didn't ask any more questions and turned back to work.

For him, this was no longer a matter of collecting the body of a wild beast, but rather completing another task assigned by Douglas that would test his skills.

Douglas looked at his busy back, then looked at the charred holes, and finally used magic to levitate Greyback's body, ready to wait for the coffin to be completed.

This body will be a letter sent to the British Ministry of Magic.

A letter written by a corpse, announcing the end of the old era of the werewolf world.

at this time.

A strange feeling, like an icy needle, pierced the nerve endings of everyone in the valley.

The air becomes sticky.

The wind stopped, the birdsong disappeared, and even the chirping of insects stopped abruptly.

A holy scent, a mixture of old church incense and the pungent smell of hospital disinfectant, appeared out of nowhere, making it hard to breathe.

The werewolves of the Ash Claw let out uneasy growls. Their bodies instinctively sensed the threat, and their hair stood on end.

Valerius even let out a painful hiss, the blood vessels under his skin seemed to be ignited, and an abnormal flush appeared on his pale face.

It was pure, destructive force directed against their existence.

Chapter 430 He took out a bouncy ball

Lupin gripped his wand tightly and stood in front of the frightened children.

"Douglas..."

Douglas didn't answer.

His eyes were fixed on the empty forest ahead.

The space there is distorting.

Like a sugar cube thrown into water, the edges begin to blur and melt.

The light was refracted into an eerie, stained glass-like fragment.

Immediately afterwards, a foot stepped out from the distorted light and shadow.

It was a sharp claw covered with long silver-white hair, but the tip of the claw was burning with golden flames.

The flames fell on the ground, but did not ignite the dead leaves. Instead, they burned the soil, making a sizzling sound and emitting bursts of white smoke.

A figure slowly walked out from the ripples of space, step by step.

He has a wolf's head and nimble limbs, but walks upright, and his body proportions are more like those of a human.

He wore no metal or leather, but rather a suit of armor forged from pure light.

The armor was like flowing moonlight, engraved with complex and sacred runes. Each rune was breathing slowly, inhaling and exhaling disturbing energy.

The most terrifying thing is its eyes.

Those were not eyes that any living creature should have.

There were no eyeballs in the eye sockets, only two balls of burning golden flames.

There was no emotion in the flames, only a cold, absolute will that seemed programmed.

This half-human, half-wolf monster, this creation forcibly stitched together by the sacred and the wild, just stood there quietly.

Its very existence is the most vicious blasphemy against the laws of nature.

Italian Ministry of Magic.

On the map in Lorenzo's office, a dazzling golden spot of light appeared out of nowhere in the Apennine Mountains.

The intensity of the light even overshadowed the green vortex representing Douglas.

"Madmen! The Vatican is a bunch of complete lunatics!"

For the first time, Lorenzo lost his composure and smashed the coffee cup in his hand to the ground, splashing hot liquid and porcelain fragments all over the floor.

He stared at the golden light, cursing under his breath, but his eyes flashed with uncontrollable ecstasy.

It became.

This move was even more exciting than he had expected.

If Douglas Holmes, the Hogwarts professor, died at the hands of this mad dog of the Church...

The old man far away in England no longer had the opportunity to watch the fire from the other side of the river.

He immediately grabbed his quill and, in the strongest terms, issued a diplomatic protest to the Vatican, warning them to immediately recall this out-of-control monster.

As he wrote, he laughed softly.

"Come, Dumbledore... let me see how you will respond to this gift from the South."

At the same time, the Law Enforcement Department.

The alarm crystal in front of Piero was emitting a deafening scream, and the red light almost dyed the entire office blood-red.

"Minister! Highest level energy reaction! Location: Apennine Mountains, nature... unexplainable! Like... like a living holy relic!"

A subordinate's terrified voice came from the fireplace.

Piero's face was as cold as ice.

"Block all Floo Network nodes around the mountain range! Dispatch the First and Third Auror Teams to establish a quarantine zone! Remember, this is quarantine, not intervention!"

He gave the order decisively, without a trace of warmth in his voice.

"No one is allowed to approach the energy core area before receiving my order! Anyone violating this will be treated as a traitor!"

He didn't care whether the Englishman lived or died.

He only cared that this monster released by the Church could not take a single step out of the valley.

Italy must never become a testing ground for the Holy See.

And in the top floor office of the Ministry of Magic.

As the Minister listened to his subordinate's report, the anger on his face caused by Greyback's entry had long disappeared.

Instead, there was a satisfied smile.

He picked up a quill and lightly drew a new line on a piece of parchment.

"The British Ministry of Magic...failed to adequately monitor and control uncontrolled Dark Magic creatures, resulting in significant casualties within our country..."

"A Hogwarts professor... illegally integrated a werewolf tribe within our country, sparking a conflict between dark magic forces..."

"The Holy See's relic is out of control... accidentally injuring friendly forces..."

One after another.

Each one of them is a bargaining chip that can be used to squeeze out more money at the negotiation table.

As for the Englishman named Sherlock Holmes?

His life or death will only affect the value of these chips.

in the valley.

The monster in light-forged armor finally moved.

It ignored all the trembling werewolves around it, and also ignored Lupin, who was covered in blood and exuding a powerful aura.

Its eyes, burning with golden flames, were locked on one person from beginning to end.

Douglas Holmes.

It lifted its leg and took a heavy step forward.

step.

Two steps.

With every step it took, the light on its body became brighter, and the sacred pressure became heavier.

Marco and the other werewolves were unable to stand and were forced to kneel on the ground, covering their heads with their paws in pain.

That is the restraint that comes from the depths of the soul, the restraint against the dark creatures.

Lupin raised his wand, and a shield of light, like armor, instantly formed in front of him.

Only Douglas still stood there calmly.

Douglas's expression didn't change at all.

He even looked up and down at this creation of light with interest.

Under the gazes of all creatures, either in fear, tension, or confusion.

Douglas slowly reached out his hand and put it into the pocket of his wizard robe.

He groped for it.

Then, he took out something.

A transparent, palm-sized, soft, slightly elastic...bouncy ball.

He placed the elastic ball in the palm of his hand and weighed it.

Then he bent down and gently threw the ball to the ground.

"Boom."

The bouncy ball jumped up, almost to his knee height.

He caught the ball again and threw it to the ground again.

"Boom."

This time, the ball bounced a little higher.

The crisp, rhythmic sound, which was incompatible with the doomsday atmosphere around it, clearly struck everyone's heart.