Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 258 That's a Wizard's Child
"Snapped."

"Snapped."

"Snapped."

In the silent forest, there is only the sound of the whip whipping on the flesh.

In the wizarding 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, leader of the werewolf band, was at a loss for words.

He seemed to be in a daze, just repeating these two words over and over again.

"Dark Lord, if you continue to fight, he may 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 made old Nott bow his head in fright.

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

Voldemort looked away and said indifferently.

The whip made of black Fiendfire was still flying non-stop, but the pack of wolves were excited by his words.

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

Stupid Greyback, finally know how to ask.

Fiercefire drilled 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 find me?" Voldemort asked indifferently.

"There are... there are vampires, master."

I have to admire the werewolf's recovery ability. In a few seconds, he was no longer panting like before.

"Swoosh... bang."

Fiendfire got out of his wand again, and "licked" Greyback hard.

"what."

Greyback, who had just recovered, let out a loud roar, and his body violently twitched.

Ordinarily, this blow would not cause convulsions, but because the beating was too hard before, the body formed an instinctive reaction.

"That's no reason, Greyback, if it's just like this, a new leader will be born in your team." Voldemort's voice was still indifferent.

But farther away, the wizarding team is not as optimistic as before.

Except for Barty Jr., the other two also shivered.

Voldemort's words seemed to be more than questioning Greyback.

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

Greyback roared, not daring to hide any more, "He warned me not to do anything, he made me fear, master, he made me cowardly."

Voldemort just nodded, then glanced at the wizard.

"It's a vague reminder, the Dark Lord, that the Malfoy family dare not step into the Black Forest." Lucius said hastily.

Old Nott also nodded aside. He also had fear on his face, but not as much as Lucius.

"I have thought of that possibility too, gentlemen."

Voldemort said, slipping his wand into his waist, which made everyone heave a sigh of relief.

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

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

"Greyback, but I have some doubts."

Voldemort asked him, tilting his head, "I'm glad you arrived here on time after receiving my letter, but what's the reason for welcoming me like this?"

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

Greyback replied loudly, "But I didn't tell him, master, I just put on an attacking posture, so that 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 strangely, as if looking at a big fool.

"The old bee is haunted."

He murmured, not commenting on Greyback's actions.

This guy was born a werewolf, and his brain is probably turned into a beast. It's normal to be abnormal.

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

Voldemort waved his hand, and said to the werewolves in the distance, "Go away, you won't have a new leader."

The wolves immediately dispersed, not paying attention to Greyback's life or death.

"You have to choose, Greyback, between me and him, do you understand?" said Voldemort, standing up.

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

Voldemort raised an eyebrow and pointed his wand at Greyback, terrifying the werewolf chief.

But there was no harmful magic bursting out of the wand, but a revealing spell.

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

"any solution?"

asked Greyback expectantly, apparently having had enough of Dumbledore's stalking.

"Werewolf, Greyback, there are traitors in your ranks." Voldemort said with a smile.

"impossible."

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

Voldemort waved his hand, ignoring the profanity, and interrupted him.

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

Greyback thought about it carefully, then shook his head and said, "This is not someone in my team, maybe it's a werewolf who has a pending order, there are many of them..."

"You have no memory of this man?" Voldemort asked him.

Greyback shook his head suspiciously, he really didn't know this werewolf.

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

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

God is sorry, he has bitten 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.

"Too many, Dark Lord, and too far back for me to remember," Greyback said ruefully.

Voldemort looked at him helplessly, this is a headache-inducing idiot.

"Whoosh."

Voldemort's hand hung over Greyback's head, Legilimency activated, and he chose to rummage through the memory of the other party for the answer.

If you don't look for it, you don't know. It's really shocking when you look for it.

The werewolf in front of him who he made docile and docile was a real wolf.

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

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

"Your self-produced and self-marketed strategy is surprisingly effective."

Voldemort murmured, and suddenly stopped the memory search, and said, "This is the man's child, and he is in... this is Azkaban, isn't it?"

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

Voldemort pursed his lips. He couldn't stand this idiot, who bit his child into a werewolf just because of an insult.

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

(End of this chapter)