Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Snapped."

"Snapped."

"Snapped."

In the silent forest, there was only the sound of whips hitting flesh.

In the wizard team, two people were trembling, one was Lucius and the other was Little Barty.

The former because of fear, the latter because of excitement.

"Master...Master..."

Fenrir Greyback, the leader of the werewolf team, was unable to say more.

He seemed to be in a daze and just kept repeating these two words.

"Dark Lord, if you keep fighting, he might really die."

Old Nott couldn't help but speak, and he was the only one present who dared to say this.

Voldemort turned to look at him, his calm eyes making Old Nott lower his head in fear.

"If he dies, a new leader will be born in the duel."

Voldemort looked back and said coldly.

The whip composed of black fire was still flying, but the wolves were excited because of his words.

"Master...I made...what mistake..."

Stupid Greyback finally knows how to ask questions.

Li Huo slithered back into his wand like a snake, and Voldemort looked down at the limp werewolf leader.

"Why don't you go to the Black Forest to look for me?" Voldemort asked coldly.

"There are...there are vampires out there, Master."

One has to admire the werewolf's recovery ability. Within a few seconds, he was no longer panting like before.

"Whoosh... bang."

Li Huo came out of the wand again and "licked" Greyback hard.

"ah."

Greyback, who had just recovered a little, roared and his body twitched violently.

Normally, he wouldn't convulse this time, just because he was beaten too hard before, and his body formed an instinctive reaction.

"This is not a reason, Greyback. If it is just like this, a new leader will be born in your team." Voldemort's voice was still cold.

But further away, the wizard's team was not as optimistic as before.

Except for Little Barty, the remaining two people also trembled.

Voldemort seemed to be questioning more than just Greyback.

"It's Dumbledore, it's Dumbledore."

Greyback yelled, he didn't dare to hide anything anymore, "He warned me not to do anything, he made me fearful, Master, he made me cowardly."

Voldemort nodded, then glanced towards the wizard.

"A very subtle reminder, the Dark Lord, makes the Malfoy family afraid to step into the Black Forest." Lucius said quickly.

Old Nott also nodded. There was also fear on his face, but not as much as Lucius.

"I have thought of this possibility, gentlemen."

Voldemort said, inserting his wand into his waist, which made everyone let out a sigh of relief.

Greyback, who was lying on the ground, even managed to raise his head and put it on the ground.

But then he saw Voldemort crouching down, which made him nervous again.

"Greyback, but I still have some doubts."

Voldemort tilted his head and asked him, "I am very happy that you arrived here on time after receiving my letter, but what is the reason for greeting me like this?"

"It's still Dumbledore, master. He warned me again not long ago and asked me to inform him if you come."

Greyback replied loudly, "But I didn't inform him, Master, I just put on an attack posture, so that even if I meet him in the future, I will have a way to explain, I will say that I am too arrogant, I know this It won’t hurt you.”

Voldemort was slightly startled and looked at Greyback with a strange expression, as if he was looking at a fool.

"The ghost of old bee is still there."

He murmured, not commenting on Greyback's actions.

This guy was born a werewolf, and his brain probably turned into a beast as well. Abnormality is normal.

"Get up, Greyback, and don't call me Master, call me Dark Lord."

Voldemort waved his hand and said to the werewolf in the distance, "Go away, you will not have a new leader."

The wolves dispersed immediately, not caring about Greyback's life or death.

"You have to make a choice, Greyback, between me and him, do you understand?" Voldemort stood up and said.

"I choose you, Dark Lord, but he can always find me." Greyback said angrily, "I don't know why, it's like he cast a spell on me."

Voldemort raised his eyebrows and pointed his wand at Greyback, frightening the werewolf leader.

But there was no harmful magic coming out of the wand, but a visible spell.

"Nothing, Greyback, I think he used other methods." Voldemort said.

"any solution?"

Greyback asked expectantly, obviously fed up with Dumbledore's tracking.

"Werewolf, Greyback, there is a traitor in your ranks." Voldemort said with a smile.

"impossible."

Greyback immediately denied it, but he apologized faster, "I'm sorry, Dark Lord, I meant..."

Voldemort waved his hand, not caring about the disrespect in his words, and interrupted his words.

"Remus Lupin, do you recognize this werewolf?" Voldemort asked.

Greyback thought about it carefully, then shook his head and said: "This is not a person in my team, maybe a werewolf on the list, there are many like this..."

"You have no impression of this man at all?" Voldemort asked him.

Greyback shook his head in confusion. He really didn't know this werewolf.

"His father offended you and was a wizard, and then you bit his child. The child was Remus Lupin."

Voldemort provided him with more information, but this plunged Greyback deeper into his memories.

What a pity, he bit too many people, and his brain is not very smart, and his memory is not very good...

"He was born around 1960. Who did you bite in those years?" Voldemort asked.

"There are too many, Dark Lord, and they are too long ago, so I can't remember them." Greyback said in annoyance.

Voldemort looked at him helplessly. He was a troublesome fool.

"Whoosh."

Voldemort's hand hung on Greyback's head, and Legilimency was activated. He chose to search for the answer in the other person's memory.

You wouldn’t know if you didn’t look for it, but you’d be really surprised when you look for it.

The werewolf in front of him who had been treated submissively by him was a real wolf.

In my memory, there are countless cases of biting children.

As for the team he led, nearly half of them were directly created by him.

"Your strategy of producing and selling by yourself is surprisingly effective."

Voldemort murmured, suddenly stopped exploring his memory, and said, "This is this person's child. He is in... this is Azkaban, right?"

"I remember." Greyback suddenly shouted angrily, "This damn guy scolded me in Azkaban."

Voldemort pursed his lips. He couldn't stand this idiot anymore. He actually bit someone's child into a werewolf just because of an insult.

Damn that guy, that's a wizard's kid.