Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Those stubborn werewolves actually know fear now. It seems this full-scale attack on Gringotts has indeed brought unexpected gains.

Voldemort's lips curled into a sneer, a chilling light flashing in his crimson eyes.

But, you ignored me before, and now you want to come crawling back? Isn't it a little late?

His fingers tapped lightly on the table, his gaze shifting among the crowd, contemplating deeper strategies.

The Death Eaters' forces are constantly growing, now teeming with talent. We no longer need these curly-haired beasts to fill the gaps in our power.

However, these fellows still have quite the deterrent effect on ordinary wizards. After all, no one wants to be infected with lycanthropy.

More importantly, these guys are all Sebastian's employees. If we can bring them under our banner, we can not only weaken Sebastian's power, but also give him a fatal blow at a crucial moment.

At the very least, we can thoroughly disgust Sebastian and demoralize him.

Thinking of this, Voldemort tilted his head slightly, his gaze landing on Lucius, and slowly said.

"Fear is indeed the best reason. Lucius, I certainly don't mind taking in a group of obedient hounds. After all, the werewolves' combat power is still quite objective, no matter what."

"These werewolves are still Sebastian's subordinates. If they are willing to abandon the darkness and seek the light, what reason do I have to refuse?"

"However..." His lips curled slightly, revealing a hint of intrigued smile, a probing light flashing in his crimson eyes, "I want to personally meet this Old Peter and make sure if he is sincerely surrendering."

"Master," Lucius quickly said, "I have already prepared Old Peter. I can bring him to see you at any time."

"To prevent Sebastian from noticing Old Peter's movements, I suggest calling Old Peter after the meeting. Sebastian is currently dealing with the mess at Gringotts and has no time to care about Woolf's Herb Garden."

"Of course, if the Master feels he will disturb your rest, then I will bring him another day. Everything is subject to the Master's will."

Heh, this Lucius is still so considerate.

If he hadn't lost my diary, I could still entrust him with important tasks.

"It doesn't matter, go bring him now," Voldemort smiled slightly, then looked at the crowd and instructed, "Today's meeting will end here. I will no longer pursue the matter of Gringotts. After you go back, pay attention to identifying any parasites in your ranks."

"Karkaroff, since there's nothing going on in Austria, then you can go deal with those guys in Africa and Asia who are impersonating us."

"Kill a few as examples, and then bring the rest into our ranks. These high-quality combat forces cannot be wasted. Alright, dismissed!"

The Death Eaters rose one after another, respectfully saluted Voldemort, and then left the hall in order.

Before long, the hall was completely quiet, leaving only Voldemort sitting on the main seat, his fingertips slowly caressing the Elder Wand, as if thinking or waiting.

After a moment, a soft knock sounded, and then the door was pushed open from the outside. Lucius Malfoy lowered his head as always, his posture respectful, while Old Peter beside him was clearly uneasy.

Before coming here, Old Peter had made countless mental preparations, but after seeing those crimson eyes, he couldn't help but feel weak all over.

He had personally experienced Voldemort's heyday and was very clear about this person's coldness and cruelty.

"My Lord!" According to the countless rehearsals before, Old Peter's knees went weak, and he directly prostrated himself on the ground. "On behalf of the werewolf community, I hope to join the Lord and contribute to the Lord's great cause."

Voldemort's gaze slowly fell on the werewolf, a subtle and profound meaning flashing in his eyes.

"Raise your head and look into my eyes." Voldemort's voice was low and slow, each syllable carrying an irresistible majesty. "Old Peter, do you sincerely want to join me and be loyal to my team?"

Old Peter's shoulders trembled slightly. He mustered his courage and slowly raised his head. His Adam's apple bobbed as he tried to steady his voice: "My Lord... we werewolves are sincerely surrendering... there is absolutely no falsehood... and we werewolves have long wanted to join your team."

"Is that so?" Voldemort's lips curled slightly, revealing a smile that was not quite a smile. His body leaned forward slightly, and his voice suddenly turned cold. "But I smell the scent of lies..."

The air instantly turned cold. Old Peter's heart suddenly stopped. His acting skills and Occlumency had been recognized by Sebastian. There was no reason he should be exposed right away.

"Since you really want to join me, why haven't you agreed to Lucius's recruitment? Speak! Who gave you the courage to come and play with me?"

Before the words finished, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and the Elder Wand suddenly pointed at Old Peter.

"Crucio!"

Old Peter's body convulsed violently, and then he fell heavily to the ground. Intense pain, like countless hot steel needles piercing into his bone marrow, his limbs spasmed uncontrollably, and white foam appeared on the corners of his mouth due to the severe pain.

His fingernails dug deeply into the floor, futilely resisting this bone-eroding torment, and the sound from his throat changed from a roar to a wail, and finally, it turned into a sob.

"My Lord! Spare me--Ahhh--I didn't lie! I really want to join--"

Voldemort's lips curled slightly, his eyes without the slightest pity, only cold scrutiny. He admired Old Peter's pain, watching him roll and struggle on the ground, like a wild dog roasted by flames.

"Ah--spare me! Great Dark Lord, I dare not deceive you again. We didn't agree to the recruitment before, all because of Fenrir."

Voldemort waved his wand lightly and removed the curse: "Explain clearly, this is your last chance!"

"My Lord," Old Peter collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath. He struggled to kneel upright, his hands trembling on the ground, "Thank you for your mercy."

"In Woolf's Herb Garden, many people were transformed into werewolves after being bitten by Fenrir. It can be said that we hate him to the bone."

"Under an accidental opportunity, we killed Fenrir, this hateful fellow."

"After your Lordship returned, you once arranged for Mr. Malfoy to find Fenrir in order to subdue the werewolves."

"Only at this time did we recall that Fenrir was your Lordship's subordinate."

"We..." Old Peter paused, and said in a hoarse voice, "We made a huge mistake, so naturally we dare not agree to Mr. Lucius's recruitment."

"Now, having personally witnessed the fate of Gringotts... we truly understand how foolish the past decision was!"

Old Peter slammed his head heavily on the ground, his voice filled with despair and awe, almost pleadingly shouting:

"My Lord! Please forgive our transgressions! We are willing to offer our loyalty and give everything to atone for our sins..."