Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 259 Witch Hunting Ban
Taming the beast is not difficult, what is important is patience.

Voldemort was patient, and it was evident in the rhythm with which he whipped Greyback.

The rhythm is as steady as a drumbeat, neither fast nor slow, neither rush nor impatient.

"Ah... woo..."

Greyback would occasionally groan in pain, but more often his body would twitch as the whip fell.

He no longer had the strength to ask Voldemort why he did this. Immortality had become his highest pursuit.

But Voldemort didn't care about him, and it wasn't difficult to have a wolf among the pups.

If Greyback gets whipped to death, just replace him.

"I need you to recall a man, Remus Lupine, a werewolf who went to Hogwarts and studied magic."

Voldemort asked loudly to the werewolf who was called back by Old Nott and Lucius.

Those werewolves were terrified and prostrate on the ground, looking at their twitching leader from time to time.

When Voldemort asked them questions, these people looked around for a while, and finally shook their heads in doubt.

Voldemort was not surprised by this answer.

Lupine might not use his real name, it would be too dangerous for him.

This is a thoughtful guy who will definitely find a way to hide himself.

"His clothes are tattered but clean, and he won't have much contact with you. What's important is that he usually appears before Dumbledore meets your leader."

Voldemort gave more information, and looked expectantly at the pack.

I hope these people can give him an answer, he doesn't want to search memory one by one.

"Nobody know?"

There was no response for a long time, and there was dissatisfaction in Voldemort's voice.

The pack of wolves, who were still looking at each other and discussing with their companions just now, fell obediently on the ground in an instant, not daring to express anything.

"Whoosh."

The whip retracted his wand, and Greyback was temporarily relieved.

Voldemort pointed casually with his wand, and a Cruciatus Curse fell on a werewolf at random.

"Ah~~~"

The roar of pain resounded instantly, and the physique of a werewolf made his voice much louder than ordinary people.

Voldemort frowned, and then stopped the spell - he couldn't stand the too sharp howling.

"Crack...crack..."

The spell stopped, and the fire whip reappeared, and it was drawn towards Greyback, who had just been relieved.

"If you can't find the answer, for the next half hour, every half minute, randomly punish a werewolf."

Voldemort's quiet voice rang clearly in the ears of every werewolf.

Most of the werewolves shuddered involuntarily. It took a while for the slow-witted ones to understand what Voldemort meant, but they still had fear.

"Who knows this man?"

"I haven't heard of it at all."

"What can I do, if it doesn't work, just find one and throw it to the Dark Lord."

A group of werewolves started discussing "muttering", but the problem was that the voice was not low enough that Voldemort and others could hear it.

"Dark Lord, do you need me to search their memories?" Barty Jr. came to Voldemort and asked.

"There are too many werewolves, and it would take too much time to search for them. Let's force them first." Voldemort said coldly.

Barty Jr. nodded in understanding and asked for the punishment to be imposed instead of Voldemort.

Voldemort readily agreed, and he wasn't having much fun with it.

After half a minute, the pack of wolves still hadn't found the answer.

"Dig the heart and bone."

Little Barty waved his wand, instantly causing a werewolf to twist in pain.

"Give him a Silencing Charm," said Voldemort, frowning.

Old Nott on the side flicked his wand immediately, and then fell silent.

And at this moment, a weak voice suddenly came from under Voldemort's feet: "I...I know..."

Voldemort glanced down at Greyback, then twirled his wand with his fingers, holding it upside down in his palm.

The fire whip disappeared, and Greyback let out a sigh of relief.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound in pain.

"I hit you," said Voldemort ahead of him, "because you hurt a wizard."

Greyback tried to look up at Voldemort, but the pain hadn't completely disappeared, and his tired body didn't seem to have so much strength.

His huge head lifted and smashed into the mud, and Voldemort waited for him to stop struggling and spoke again.

"I don't care how you deal with Muggles, but wizards, from today onwards, I won't allow you to touch them, understand?"

asked Voldemort, crouching down and looking Greyback in the eyes.

Greyback backed away in horror, then immediately agreed in a broken voice.

"If you try to bite wizards or their children again, Greyback, I'll tie you up and beat you until you die a natural death."

Voldemort didn't say anything like "walk the talk" and his reputation was always good.

This kind of good reputation is well known in the circles of dark wizards, vampires, and werewolves.

"I know... I know, Dark Lord."

Greyback's strong resilience once again reflects the extraordinary physique of the werewolf, "I will never hurt wizards and their children again, and I will restrain my team and prevent them from doing that."

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, it seems that this guy's head is not too stupid.

"You just said you know, remembering Lupine?" Voldemort asked him again.

"Big Nick, get the hell out of here."

Greyback tried to get up, but couldn't, so he just knelt there and shouted to the wolves, then looked back at Voldemort.

"Dark Lord, I once met a special person in a werewolf bar. He looked dirty, but he smelled clean."

"Dirty and clean, I don't understand this description." Voldemort shook his head.

"He doesn't smell of blood, Dark Lord, we call that clean."

Greyback's explanation stunned everyone.

And at this moment, a werewolf who looked silly had crawled over.

"His name is Big Nick, the Dark Lord, and he was talking to that man."

After Greyback finished speaking to Voldemort, he looked at Big Nick again, "The Highland Bar in Greengarry Forest, do you remember?"

"Remember, head, the brandy is the best there, ahahaha..."

"Boom."

Greyback rallied all his strength and punched Big Nick in the face.

"The man I saw there, that very clean man, do you remember him?"

Big Nick covered his face, looking a little aggrieved, but his eyes were full of blankness, he obviously didn't remember.

Voldemort turned his head at Barty Jr., who immediately put his wand on Big Nick's head.

Voldemort was very satisfied watching Barty Jr. searching for werewolf memories.

He has many subordinates, but almost none of them are so handy.

Lucius is suitable for logistics, and his combat effectiveness cannot be said to be lacking, but he really rarely does it.

Old Nott used to be hands-on, but after getting old, his heart was obviously softened.

As for other people, such as Crabbe and Goyle, Voldemort didn't bother to bring them out.

Sometimes one is not afraid of being weak in combat power, but one is afraid that the person is mentally handicapped.

(End of this chapter)