Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

In the dense forest, Old Pete was panting heavily, running non-stop.

Fallen leaves and dry branches crunched sharply under his feet, as if reminding him of the danger chasing closely behind.

Although he spoke lightly, only he knew how closely Greyback and his gang were pursuing him. He could even feel their greedy eyes locked onto him.

The sky gradually darkened. For safety's sake, he had the other three employees of Woolf's Herbology Garden use Apparition to leave, leaving himself alone to deal with Greyback and the others.

He was really reluctant to give up this opportunity. Greyback was elusive. If he missed this time, he didn't know when he could catch this werewolf leader again.

Old Pete used himself as bait, wanting to delay until Sebastian arrived to eliminate Greyback, the scourge of peace-loving werewolves.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed. In the bushes ahead, two tall shadows slowly emerged.

They held wands, staring fiercely at Old Pete, as if looking at prey that had fallen into a trap.

Old Pete's heart sank abruptly. He gritted his teeth, trying to change direction.

He quickly rushed to the right, only to find several pairs of glowing eyes vaguely visible in the bushes there.

Escaping to the left, several werewolves appeared in the dim bushes, baring their teeth, their eyes full of murderous intent.

He was surrounded!

Old Pete stopped directly, turning to look in the direction he had come from.

Thinking of the one-time use Portkey in his pocket, he took a deep breath, preparing to delay for a little while longer.

Just then, shadows flickered in the bushes, and Greyback slowly walked out.

His tall figure looked particularly ferocious in the dim forest. His face wore a twisted smile, his eyes full of fanatical bloodlust.

"Old Pete," Greyback's voice was low and hoarse, as if coming from the depths of hell, "Haven't you been looking for me? You should be happy to see me."

"The other three wolf cubs were smart, Apparating away early. In comparison, you're much dumber, not even knowing to Apparate away."

"Oh, right," Greyback grinned hideously, "We've cast Anti-Apparition Charms here. Even if you wanted to run, you can't."

"We're both werewolves. There's no need for us to tear at each other so fiercely."

"I'll give you a chance. As long as you join us and use your position at Woolf's Herbology Garden to provide us with Galleons and herbal support, I'll let you go."

"Dream on!" Old Pete said decisively, "Many children in the Herbology Garden became werewolves because of you."

"We may both be werewolves, but the difference between us is much greater than you think."

"Since that's the case, say goodbye to this world," Greyback sneered, slowly approaching.

"I'm going to skin you, pull out your tendons. I'm going to tear you apart bit by bit, letting you die slowly in pain and despair."

"After you die, I'll personally bite a few more children and use new werewolves to celebrate your death."

The radical werewolves gathered around, their eyes gleaming with excitement, as if eagerly anticipating the upcoming bloody feast.

Old Pete took a deep breath, just as he was about to leave using the Portkey, he felt a giant descend from the sky and land in front of him.

"I made it. Leave the rest to me, Old Pete."

Accompanying the appearance of the giant, a violent gust of wind swept through, making it difficult for everyone to open their eyes.

"Boss?" Old Pete was somewhat hesitant. He had never seen Sebastian like this.

"It's me. You rest well now."

Hearing this, Old Pete completely relaxed. He couldn't help but roar in his heart.

Greyback, my boss is here! Your death is at hand!

The wind came and went quickly. Greyback looked at the three-meter-tall monster in front of him, his pupils shrinking sharply.

"What are you? How dare you interfere in our werewolf affairs?"

Looking at his companions around him, Greyback grinned hideously.

"It doesn't matter. No matter what kind of monster you are, you'll leave your life here today."

Without the slightest hesitation, Greyback raised his wand and roared at the dragon-humanoid Sebastian: "Avada Kedavra!"

Accompanied by a green light, a curse shot out from his wand, flying straight towards Sebastian in his Dragon Man form.

Feeling the strength of the incoming curse, Sebastian didn't even move. The light of layered spells flashed, completely blocking the Killing Curse.

A little weak!

It didn't even break through five layers of layered spells. This was no threat at all to himself, who had already stacked hundreds of layers of spells.

Sebastian nodded in satisfaction.

Until today, he could finally confidently withstand someone else's Killing Curse and knock them to the ground with a single blow.

He looked at Greyback and grinned: "Is that all you've got?"

How could this be!

The Killing Curse was ineffective!

What kind of monster is this?

The scene before them completely exceeded everyone's understanding. A sense of dread completely surfaced in everyone's hearts.

The surrounding werewolves couldn't help but take a few steps back, some even thinking of running away.

After all, they were good at bullying the weak, but when faced with this kind of unreasonable monster, they felt apprehensive from the bottom of their hearts.

"Don't be fooled by him. He must have protective gear on him," Greyback roared angrily.

"Everyone attack! I don't believe there's anyone the Killing Curse can't kill."

Hearing this, the werewolves mustered their courage, raised their wands, and aimed at Sebastian.

"Avada Kedavra x N."

Faced with the incoming curses, Sebastian's left wand trembled slightly, and an igloo instantly formed, protecting Old Pete behind him.

Then, he pushed hard with his legs, and with a whoosh, disappeared from the spot, appearing next to a werewolf.

"Layered spells are troublesome. It's too wasteful to use them on you little guys."

He tightened his grip on the wolf's fang club and swung it fiercely at the werewolf who hadn't yet reacted.

The werewolf instantly shattered into a sky full of bloody mist, like a watermelon.

Um...

I used too much force. I need to be more careful next time, or it will be difficult to clean up.

Sebastian looked around and grinned: "You've all used the Death Curse on me, so I have to act in self-defense."

The werewolves were all scared out of their wits, crying and scattering in all directions.

However, they had cast Anti-Apparition Charms here, making it impossible to use Apparition, so they all wished they could run their legs off, striving to get away from this monster.

We admit you're very strong!

But we're scattering and running away. We don't believe you can catch us all...

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