Red Night, the Corpse Demon

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Next, it was time to deal with Red Night's body.

Red Night lay quietly on the execution platform, with faint dark red magical patterns flowing beneath her skin, like solidified blood vessels or ancient runes etched into her flesh.

Those were not naturally formed marks.

Skylar glanced at it only once, but already knew what was going on.

Those patterns are not simple enhancement arrays, but the result of multiple magic superimposed and interlocked, involving bloodline awakening, physical expansion, and even some forbidden soul anchoring techniques. If any link goes wrong, the caster will suffer a backlash and die on the spot.

This is an extremely dangerous form of physical modification.

"No wonder he was able to hold out for so long in a direct confrontation with you," Skylar said calmly.

"They are still my defeated foe," Sarf said with a sinister smile, "And ultimately fell into my hands."

"I know how to use this body," Skylar said after a moment of contemplation.

"Among the Dark Arts books I gave you, there should be one called 'The Encyclopedia of Undying Demons'." As Skylar spoke, Sarf immediately took out a parchment book with badly worn edges and an ancient rune-sealed cover from her book bag.

"Chapter Seven - Corpse Demon," Skylar murmured the chapter title.

The pages of the book turned, then stopped on a particular page.

Sarf's eyes lit up slightly.

The Corpse Demon is not an ordinary Inferius.

It is a high-level undead creation based on the corpse of a wizard whose bloodline power has been awakened, and whose soul remnants and magic circuits are reshaped through a special ritual.

They retain their spellcasting abilities, spell memories, and fighting instincts from their previous lives. If properly controlled, a mature Corpse Demon is almost equivalent to a black wizard who never tires, never fears, and is absolutely obedient.

The cost is equally high.

The requirements for the corpse used to create Corpse Demon are almost demanding:

The bloodline must be awakened, the body must be strong enough, and the soul must not completely disintegrate.

And Red Night's body just happened to meet all the conditions.

Sarf looked at the Red Night on the stone platform, her gaze devoid of pity, filled only with pure research interest.

"If it's successful," she whispered, "I'm confident I can keep at least 70% of his combat ability."

"Yes," Skylar agreed with her, "But that's enough."

Red Night is someone who can hold his own against Sarf, a quasi-magician, and even at 70% of his power, he's still an elite Auror. Most importantly, an Inferius capable of casting spells means he'll bring a qualitative change to the entire tactical arrangement.

"Alright, let's begin!"

It seems that after tonight, Savannah's army of Inferius will once again experience a terrifying boost in combat power.

"Corpse Demon" Red Night obtained!

Meanwhile, in a secluded secret classroom at Hogwarts.

The heavy stone door shut out all outside noise, and the dim light cast flickering shadows on the walls. Two figures sat around a round table.

After a long while, Rolf finally spoke in a low voice, "What do you think of the battle with the Department of Mysteries?"

Anthony looked up and gave a wry smile.

"If I said I was 'surprised,' I would be insulting my own judgment." He spoke slowly, as if carefully choosing each word. "The strength of the Sleeping Dragon Society is far greater than we originally estimated."

Rolf nodded, his expression growing increasingly serious.

"I heard my grandfather mention that at least five Dark Lord- level figures appeared in that battle," he said, "As well as a mysterious Corpse Raiser from the East."

As he spoke, his voice unconsciously lowered, as if even the act of recalling itself carried a sense of pressure.

"It's unbelievable that he could actually repel the enemy against that kind of lineup." Rolf paused, his brow furrowed with undisguised shock, as if he still found the reality he was describing unbelievable. "He's still a student like us, how did he cultivate so much?"

Anthony continued, his tone equally somber. "I've heard about it too. Greengrass of Slytherin, Zhang and MacDougal of Ravenclaw, and Bones of Hufflepuff —in that battle, they all revealed their previously concealed strength, displaying a terrifying power never before seen."

His gaze sharpened slightly.

"That's a power that ordinary students can't master. Her combat strength is probably on par with elite Auror, and she might even be able to challenge Grand Sorcerer." Morrie and Anthony were classmates who had known each other since their first year. Their family backgrounds were both unremarkable, and there was nothing special about them. His face was full of indescribable confusion. How did she cultivate to this level?

Even though Cho Chang's grandfather was once Auror, his family's foundation is definitely not comparable to that of the House of Scamander and House of Goldstein; in fact, the gap is quite significant.

How did those girls manage to do it?

He truly couldn't understand the Sleeping Dragon Society.

"Yes," Rolf nodded in confirmation. "According to my grandfather's judgment, it probably goes beyond the scope of Mahoutokoro —it's more like a bloodline talent that can only be awakened after meeting some stringent conditions."

The Chamber of Secrets fell silent for a moment.

After a long silence, Anthony added in a low voice, "But what's truly terrifying isn't just the strength of an individual."

He raised his head, his gaze dark and gloomy.

"They are not a hastily assembled fighting force, but a well-coordinated unit with clear division of labor, where each member can stand alone, and the various terrifying spells they unleash can complement each other."

As he said this, a hint of barely concealed apprehension finally crept into his tone.

"With meticulous tactical planning and seamless teamwork, the overall combat effectiveness is still unknown."

Anthony didn't finish his sentence; he simply uttered his conclusion slowly.

"The Sleeping Dragon Society is no longer something we can covet."

The Chamber of Secrets room fell into a deathly silence once again.

"The family," Rolf said with some difficulty, "Sent me a new Bluebird Order a few days ago."

Anthony sensed something was wrong. "What happened?"

Rolf did not answer immediately, but hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath before saying, "The family has finally identified the target."

Anthony's eyes sharpened immediately. "Who is it?"

Rolf uttered a name.

Anthony was visibly taken aback.

"The Loony Lovegood?" he asked instinctively, "That fourth-grade girl who always wears weird jewelry and talks incoherently?"

"It's her." Rolf nodded.

"The Bluebird has confirmed—" Rolf said softly, "That she carries the scent of an awakened 'Child of Nature'."

"No wonder," Anthony said in a low voice, a look of realization dawning on his face. "She always seems to see things that others can't."

Rolf lowered his voice even further.

"The patriarch means that he hopes we can bring her back to the family, regardless of the means we use."

Anthony's breath hitched involuntarily.

"But," Anthony's brow furrowed deeply, "If I'm not mistaken, Lovegood is likely a member of the Sleeping Dragon Society, perhaps even one of its core members."

"I know what you're saying all too well," Rolf sighed, "But this time the patriarch has given a strict order. He believes the bloodline of the Child of Nature belongs only to Scamander and must not be allowed to wander outside."

"What do you want?" Anthony's fingers tightened slightly, his face pale. "You're not thinking of kidnapping her, are you?"

Rolf did not respond, but the expression on his face said it all.

Anthony fell silent.

He knew very well what this meant.

Making a move against Luna would be like lighting a fuse right under Hogwarts' nose, right under Skylar Malfoy's nose.

"Do you think," he began slowly, "That this step is too risky?"

Rolf looked at him, his gaze deep.

"The patriarch doesn't see this as a risk."

"In his view, this was about acquiring a trump card that could change the course of the game before it spiraled completely out of control."

In the Chamber of Secrets, the lamplight flickered gently.

Neither of them spoke again.

Even though Cho Chang's grandfather was once Auror, his family's foundation is definitely not comparable to that of the House of Scamander and House of Goldstein; in fact, the gap is quite significant.

This is counterintuitive.

An ordinary wizard, without family resources, special bloodlines, or secret spells, can only reach the level that Hermione Gryffindor could achieve at best.

How did those girls manage to do it?

He truly couldn't understand the Sleeping Dragon Society.

"Yes," Rolf nodded in confirmation. "According to my grandfather's judgment, it probably goes beyond the scope of Mahoutokoro —it's more like a bloodline talent that can only be awakened after meeting some stringent conditions."

The Chamber of Secrets fell silent for a moment.

After a long silence, Anthony added in a low voice, "But what's truly terrifying isn't just the strength of an individual."

He raised his head, his gaze dark and gloomy.

"They are not a hastily assembled fighting force, but a well-coordinated unit with clear division of labor, where each member can stand alone, and the various terrifying spells they unleash can complement each other."

As he said this, a hint of barely concealed apprehension finally crept into his tone.

"With meticulous tactical planning and seamless teamwork, the overall combat effectiveness is still unknown."

Anthony didn't finish his sentence; he simply uttered his conclusion slowly.

"The Sleeping Dragon Society is no longer an entity we can covet."

The Chamber of Secrets room fell into a deathly silence once again.

"The family," Rolf said with some difficulty, "Sent me a new Bluebird Order a few days ago."

Anthony sensed something was wrong. "What happened?"

Rolf didn't answer immediately. He hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath before saying, "The family has finally identified the target."

Anthony sensed something was wrong. "What happened?"

Rolf didn't answer immediately. He hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath before saying, "The family has finally identified the target."

Anthony's eyes sharpened immediately. "Who is it?"

Rolf uttered a name.

Anthony was visibly taken aback.

"The Loony Lovegood?" he asked instinctively, "That fourth-grade girl who always wears weird jewelry and talks incoherently?"

"It's her." Rolf nodded.

"The Bluebird has confirmed—" Rolf said softly, "That she carries the scent of an awakened 'Child of Nature'."

"No wonder," Anthony said in a low voice, a look of realization dawning on his face. "She always seems to see things that others can't."

Rolf lowered his voice even further.

"The patriarch means that he hopes we can bring her back to the family, regardless of the means we use."

Anthony's breath hitched involuntarily.

"But," Anthony's brow furrowed deeply, "If I'm not mistaken, Lovegood is likely a member of the Sleeping Dragon Society, perhaps even one of its core members."

"I know what you're saying all too well," Rolf sighed, "But this time the patriarch has given a strict order. He believes the bloodline of the Child of Nature belongs only to Scamander and must not be allowed to wander outside."

"What do you want?" Anthony's fingers tightened slightly, his face pale. "You're not thinking of kidnapping her, are you?"

Rolf did not respond, but the expression on his face said it all.

Anthony fell silent.

He knew very well what this meant.

Making a move against Luna would be like lighting a fuse right under Hogwarts' nose, right under Skylar Malfoy's nose.

"Do you think," he began slowly, "That this step is too risky?"

Rolf looked at him, his gaze deep.

"The patriarch doesn't see this as a risk."

"In his view, this was about acquiring a trump card that could change the course of the game before it spiraled completely out of control."

In the Chamber of Secrets, the lamplight flickered gently.

Neither of them spoke again.

Even though Cho Chang's grandfather was once Auror, his family's foundation is definitely not comparable to that of the House of Scamander and House of Goldstein; in fact, the gap is quite significant.

This is counterintuitive.

An ordinary wizard, without family resources, special bloodline, or secret spells, can only reach the level that Hermione Gryffindor could achieve at best.

How did those girls manage to do it?

He truly couldn't understand the Sleeping Dragon Society.

"Yes," Rolf nodded in confirmation. "According to my grandfather's judgment, it probably goes beyond the scope of Mahoutokoro —it's more like a bloodline talent that can only be awakened after meeting some stringent conditions."

The Chamber of Secrets fell silent for a moment.

After a long silence, Anthony added in a low voice, "But what's truly terrifying isn't just the strength of an individual."

He raised his head, his gaze dark and gloomy.

"They are not a hastily assembled fighting force, but a well-coordinated unit with clear division of labor, where each member can stand alone, and the various terrifying spells they unleash can complement each other."

As he said this, a hint of barely concealed apprehension finally crept into his tone.

"With meticulous tactical planning and seamless teamwork, the overall combat effectiveness is still unknown."

Anthony didn't finish his sentence; he simply uttered his conclusion slowly.

"The Sleeping Dragon Society is no longer something we can covet."

The Chamber of Secrets room fell into a deathly silence once again.

"The family," Rolf said with some difficulty, "Sent me a new Bluebird Order a few days ago."

Anthony sensed something was wrong. "What happened?"

Rolf didn't answer immediately. He hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath before saying, "The family has finally identified the target."

Anthony's eyes sharpened immediately. "Who is it?"

Rolf uttered a name.

Anthony was visibly taken aback.

"The Loony Lovegood?" he asked instinctively, "That fourth-grade girl who always wears weird jewelry and talks incoherently?"

"It's her." Rolf nodded.

"The Bluebird has confirmed—" Rolf said softly, "That she carries the scent of an awakened 'Child of Nature'."

"No wonder," Anthony said in a low voice, a look of realization dawning on his face. "She always seems to see things that others can't."

Rolf lowered his voice even further.

"The patriarch means that he hopes we can bring her back to the family, regardless of the means we use."

Anthony's breath hitched involuntarily.

"But," Anthony's brow furrowed deeply, "If I'm not mistaken, Lovegood is likely a member of the Sleeping Dragon Society, perhaps even one of its core members."

"I know what you're saying all too well," Rolf sighed, "But this time the patriarch has given a strict order. He believes the bloodline of the Child of Nature belongs only to Scamander and must not be allowed to wander outside."

"What do you want?" Anthony's fingers tightened slightly, his face pale. "You're not thinking of kidnapping her, are you?"

"Do you think," he began slowly, "That this step is too risky?"

Rolf looked at him, his gaze deep.

"The patriarch doesn't see this as a risk."

"In his view, this was about acquiring a trump card that could change the course of the game before it spiraled completely out of control."

In the Chamber of Secrets, the lamplight flickered gently.

Neither of them spoke again.

Even though Cho Chang's grandfather was once Auror, his family's foundation is definitely not comparable to that of the House of Scamander and House of Goldstein; in fact, the gap is quite significant.

This is counterintuitive.

An ordinary wizard, without family resources, special bloodline, or secret spells, can only reach the level that Hermione Gryffindor could achieve at best.

How did those girls manage to do it?

He truly couldn't understand the Sleeping Dragon Society.

"Yes," Rolf nodded in confirmation. "According to my grandfather's judgment, it probably goes beyond the scope of Mahoutokoro —it's more like a bloodline talent that can only be awakened after meeting some stringent conditions."

The Chamber of Secrets fell silent for a moment.

After a long silence, Anthony added in a low voice, "But what's truly terrifying isn't just the strength of an individual."

He raised his head, his gaze dark and gloomy.

"They are not a hastily assembled fighting force, but a well-coordinated unit with clear division of labor, where each member can stand alone, and the various terrifying spells they unleash can complement each other."

As he said this, a hint of barely concealed apprehension finally crept into his tone.

"With meticulous tactical planning and seamless teamwork, the overall combat effectiveness is still unknown."

Anthony didn't finish his sentence; he simply uttered his conclusion slowly.

"The Sleeping Dragon Society is no longer something we can covet."

The Chamber of Secrets room fell into a deathly silence once again.

"The family," Rolf said with some difficulty, "Sent me a new Bluebird Order a few days ago."

Anthony sensed something was wrong. "What happened?"

Rolf didn't answer immediately. He hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath before saying, "The family has finally identified the target."

Anthony's eyes sharpened immediately. "Who is it?"

Rolf uttered a name.

Anthony was visibly taken aback.

"The Loony Lovegood?" he asked instinctively, "That fourth-grade girl who always wears weird jewelry and talks incoherently?"

"It's her." Rolf nodded.

"The Bluebird has confirmed—" Rolf said softly, "That she carries the scent of an awakened 'Child of Nature'."

"No wonder," Anthony said in a low voice, a look of realization dawning on his face. "She always seems to see things that others can't."

Rolf lowered his voice even further.

"The patriarch means that he hopes we can bring her back to the family, regardless of the means we use."

Anthony's breath hitched involuntarily.

"But," Anthony's brow furrowed deeply, "If I'm not mistaken, Lovegood is likely a member of the Sleeping Dragon Society, perhaps even one of its core members."

"I know what you're saying all too well," Rolf sighed, "But this time the patriarch has given a strict order. He believes the bloodline of the Child of Nature belongs only to Scamander and must not be allowed to wander outside."

"What do you want?" Anthony's fingers tightened slightly, his face pale. "You're not thinking of kidnapping her, are you?"

Rolf did not respond, but the expression on his face said it all.

Anthony fell silent.

He knew very well what this meant.

Making a move against Luna would be like lighting a fuse right under Hogwarts' nose, right under Skylar Malfoy's nose.

"Do you think," he began slowly, "That this step is too risky?"

Rolf looked at him, his gaze deep.

"The patriarch doesn't see this as a risk."

"In his view, this was about acquiring a trump card that could change the course of the game before it spiraled completely out of control."

In the Chamber of Secrets, the lamplight flickered gently.

Neither of them spoke again.

Even though Cho Chang's grandfather was once Auror, his family's foundation is definitely not comparable to that of the House of Scamander and House of Goldstein; in fact, the gap is quite significant.

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