Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Chapter 963 Gift
"Yo! Young Master Chris!"

The werewolf puppet split open its half-melted mouth, its vocal cords rubbing together to produce a grating and strange tone, and said in a flippant tone:

"It's about time the curtain fell on this drama of your Stonefield family!"

As soon as he finished speaking, gunshots rang out again like popping beans!

The puppets in the entire arena instantly came to life!
The vampire on stage transformed into a blur and pounced directly into the nearest group of bodyguards!

The werewolf's claws tore through the bulletproof vest, its sharp teeth severed the neck, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Some of the puppets ran wildly on all fours like real beasts, knocking away bodyguards who were frantically raising their guns. With a stretch of their long arms, they dragged people into the shadows, and the sounds of breaking bones and short screams were drowned out by the more intense gunfire.

The puppets that were originally sitting in the guest seats also lunged at the bodyguards around the hall!

There were no screams, no roars, only the muffled thuds of limbs colliding, the crisp sound of guns being knocked to the ground, and the terrifying sound of human bodies being torn apart.

"Shoot! Shoot!"

"He came from over there!"

The bodyguards screamed in panic and opened fire frantically.

The submachine guns spat fire, and the bullets struck the puppets, tearing their "skin" and "flesh," breaking their bones, and some even accurately piercing the puppets' skulls.

However... it's useless!
As long as the core is not damaged, the puppet can still move.

This batch of puppets was not made after Illari arrived at the manor, because there simply wasn't enough time.

He simply repurposed the puppets he had brought to Stonefield Manor to meet Sir William's "replacement plan."

Originally, these puppets were created by Brolin specifically for combat, intended as killing machines. Therefore, Ilari put a great deal of effort into concealing their deadly core.

Upon arriving at the manor, Illari did not deliberately bring up the matter—in his view, these puppets were his important creations and his guarantee of safety, and he instinctively did not want them to be destroyed by anyone.

And so, the scene before us unfolded:
Even with his chest ripped open by a bullet and only half his head remaining, the puppet could still use his broken arms to strangle the bodyguard.

Even if bullets shatter their legs, they crawl as fast as they can on their arms, their mouths split open like alien monsters, biting through their ankles and severing their throats with their teeth!
They are unaware of pain, death, and fear.

Only tireless slaughter.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

The bodyguards screamed in terror, and more than one of them suffered a mental breakdown and gave up resistance before the attack even began.

Flesh and blood flying everywhere!
Severed limbs and internal organs were scattered.

The dying groans and the strange friction sounds of the puppets moving intertwine to create a hellish sonata.

The strong smell of blood seemed to penetrate the barrier and rush straight into the nasal cavity.

Chris stood there, stunned, inside the transparent composite glass.

The barrier that had previously protected the grandfather and grandson from the alchemical bombs had now become his only refuge.

He could see everything happening outside clearly, but he couldn't do anything about it, and he didn't even know how much longer he could hold on.

If my grandfather were still alive... perhaps he could do something... like activate the many heavy weapons he had installed inside and outside the venue.

Chris didn't know if such a thing existed, but judging from Sir William's habits, it should exist... it definitely does!
But Chris was unaware of these arrangements—Sir William had never truly trusted anyone while he was alive, not even Chris, his grandson who was considered the heir.

So Chris could only watch.

A female puppet grabbed a submachine gun and fired at the crowd without hesitation, her marksmanship even surpassing that of bodyguards who had been trained for decades.

The bodyguards who tried to escape were blocked by the swarming puppets and were overwhelmed by the beast-like puppets in the blink of an eye;
A bodyguard was pinned against a transparent barrier by a vampire puppet, its fangs tearing through his carotid artery. His body convulsed uncontrollably, and blood flowed down his pale arm.

The vampire stared intently at Chris with his scarlet eyes, a cruel smile twisting at the corner of his mouth.

Chris's legs trembled uncontrollably. He felt a burning, aching sensation in his lower abdomen, and warm liquid flowed down his thighs. Physical fear overwhelmed all reason, dignity, and ambition. He collapsed to the ground, desperately shrinking back against the cold inner wall of the barrier, tears and snot streaming down his face, and intermittent sobs escaping his throat.

The first werewolf puppet to make a move noticed his disgraceful behavior. It stopped tearing at a bodyguard and smashed the man's chest, causing it to cave in. It turned its head, locked its gaze on Chris, and let out a mocking laugh from its open mouth.

It pushed the vampire aside and stepped toward the barrier.

Claws lash out!

“Sizzle!!!”

A screeching sound came from the composite glass!
The werewolf slammed his fist on the glass, his head snapping close to Chris's, and glared at him menacingly, saying in a low voice:
"You can just stay huddled in this hard-shelled turtle, young master... and see how I deal with your family!"

It suddenly turned around, pushed off the ground with both feet, and charged towards the private rooms on the second floor like a cannonball!
There were still many Stonefield family members lying there, limp and unconscious!

"No—!!!" Chris screamed in agony.

In the past, he didn't care about these so-called relatives, and even wished they were dead. But at this moment, he couldn't help but feel intense pain and loneliness.

But the werewolf puppet had already rushed in, and soon carried a person to the railing, its hand suddenly reaching out!

"Pfft-"

The person who was originally unconscious had his chest pierced, and immediately let out a shrill scream. The next second, he was casually thrown away by the werewolf!
The body struck the ground with a dull "bang"!
Chris, tears streaming down his face, cried out in despair, “Why! Why do you hate us so much! My grandfather… he might have wanted to use the puppets, but he didn’t know… didn’t know you had your own thoughts! If he had known… if only he had known…”

"What if he knows?"

The vampire puppet hadn't gone far. He wiped the blood from his mouth and chin, a mocking smile appearing on his incomparably handsome face:

"Then he will only try every means to destroy us."

Chris was speechless.

The vampire puppet's gaze swept over its bloodied companions, its tone calm:
"About half the people in this world are like your grandfather, wanting to use our power; the rest are like you, fearing our existence."

"But if people knew we had our own consciousness and could even actively kill, wouldn't 99% of them want us to disappear from this world completely?"

“But our Creator is different… He wanted to see us become ‘human beings,’ and He gave us real thoughts.”

“Illari?” Chris was bewildered. “Illari isn’t he?”

The vampire looked at him mockingly: "You thought I was talking about that piece of trash, Illari?"

"Not Illari??" Chris suddenly realized: "You mean—"

The vampire didn't let him finish the name; he interrupted Chris, saying:

"Also, you've got one thing wrong—we don't hate you."

He looked down at Sir William's terrified corpse and said, "Hatred is a very strong emotion. What you have done at most disgusts us."

Chris's eyes widened in disbelief: "Then why...why kill? Why do all this?"

The vampire laughed: "Isn't this what Sir William taught us? — Prepare a gift before you go to see someone important."

"—Grandfather?" Chris repeated, bewildered. "When?"

The vampire puppet whispered, "—Yordel Brolin."

"For the Speaker of Congress, the leader of the Purgers is a very valuable gift."

"But in our view, the best gift is the Stonefield family, the leaders of the Prometheus organization and the Muggle society's wealthiest family."

Chris's mind went completely blank.

Upstairs, Stonefield, who had already killed everyone in two private rooms, was staggering toward the third.

(End of this chapter)