Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Taming the beast is not difficult, what matters is patience.

Voldemort was very patient, which could be seen from the rhythm with which he whipped Greyback.

The rhythm is as steady as a drum beat, neither fast nor slow, neither impatient nor impatient.

"Ah...wu..."

Greyback would occasionally moan in pain, but more often than not his body would just twitch as the whip fell.

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

But Voldemort didn't care about him. It was not difficult to give birth to the first wolf among wolf cubs.

If Greyback is beaten to death, just replace him.

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

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

The werewolves were so frightened that they lay 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 confusion.

Voldemort was not surprised by this answer.

Lupine might not use his real name, that 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. The important thing is that he usually appears before Dumbledore meets your leader."

Voldemort gave more information and looked expectantly at the wolves.

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

"Nobody know?"

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

The wolves, who had been looking at each other and discussing with their companions just now, fell obediently to the ground again, not daring to express anything.

"Whoosh."

The whip retracted the wand, and Greyback was momentarily relieved.

Voldemort casually pointed his wand, and a Cruciatus Curse randomly fell on a werewolf.

"Ah~~~"

A roar of pain sounded instantly, and the werewolf's physique made his voice far louder than ordinary people.

Voldemort frowned, and then stopped the curse - he couldn't stand the too high-pitched howling.

"Pah...pah..."

The curse stopped, and the fire whip appeared again, lashing out at Greyback, who had just recovered.

"If you can't find the answer, for the next half hour, every half minute, a werewolf will be punished at random."

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

Most of the werewolves shuddered involuntarily. A few of them had slow brain reactions and it would take them a while to understand what Voldemort meant, but they still had fear.

"Who knows this guy?"

"I've never heard of it at all."

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

A group of werewolves discussed in a whisper, but the problem was that the sound was not so quiet that Voldemort and others heard it.

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

"There are too many werewolves. Searching for them will be too time-consuming. Let's corner them first." Voldemort said coldly.

Little Barty nodded to express his understanding and asked to impose the punishment on Voldemort's behalf.

Voldemort readily agreed, not having much fun with it.

It didn't take more than half a minute to arrive, but the wolves still didn't find the answer.

"Digging out the bones."

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

"Give him a silencing spell." Voldemort said with a frown.

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

At this moment, a faint voice suddenly came from Voldemort's feet: "I...I know..."

Voldemort glanced down at Greyback, then twirled the wand between his fingers and held it upside down in his palm.

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

He opened his mouth, but was too painful to make a sound.

"I'm beating you," Voldemort said before him, "because you have hurt wizards."

Greyback tried his best to look up at Voldemort, but the pain had not completely disappeared, and his tired body did not seem to have that much strength.

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

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

Voldemort knelt down and looked into Greyback's eyes and asked.

Greyback backed away in fright, and then immediately agreed with a changed voice.

"If you dare to bite a wizard or their child again, Greyback, I will tie you up and beat you until you die of natural causes."

Voldemort didn't say anything like "doing what he said." His credibility had always been very good.

This 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 proved 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 with satisfaction. It seemed that this guy was not that stupid.

"You just said you knew and thought of Lupine?" Voldemort asked him again.

"Big Nick, get over here."

Greyback tried to stand up, but was unable to do so, so he simply knelt there and shouted to the wolves, and then looked at Voldemort.

"Dark Lord, I once met a special person in a werewolf bar. He looked dirty, but he smelled very 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 made everyone suddenly realize.

At this moment, a silly-looking werewolf crawled over.

"His name is Big Nick, the Dark Lord, and he was the one who was chatting with that person at the time."

After Greyback finished speaking to Voldemort, he looked at Big Nick again, "Do you remember the Highland Bar in Glengarry Forest?"

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

"Bang."

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

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

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

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

Watching little Barty search for werewolf memories, Voldemort was very satisfied.

He has many men, but few are so handy.

Lucius is suitable for logistics, and his combat capability cannot be said to be lacking, but he rarely does anything.

Old Nott used to be quite hands-on, but after he got his son, his heart softened obviously.

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

Sometimes we are not afraid of weakness in combat ability, but we are afraid that the person is mentally retarded.