Hogwarts I have been guarding Azkaban for ten years

There is a simple and dilapidated cabin located in an unknown valley somewhere. A group of plainly dressed wizards gathered together, about 50 to [-] people.

Most of their eyes are very fierce, the fangs in their mouths are exposed, and their exposed chests are full of explosive muscles.

This is the gathering place of the werewolf tribe. On the surface, it is just a hut, but the space inside has been cast an extension spell, so there is no problem at all in housing so many werewolf wizards.

Sitting in the middle was a handsome wizard with long black hair. His face was pale, like a sick person.

He slowly opened his eyes: "A guest is here, Mr. Lupin, can you go out to greet him?"

A humble man with some scars on his face stood up and bowed respectfully to the young man in front of him: "Your order is the direction I am heading, Mr. Prophet."

Lupine is a member of the Marauders. He was best friends with Harry's father James, Sirius, and Peter Pettigrew when they were at Hogwarts, and later joined Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix.

Now Lupine has been recalled by Dumbledore and continues to work as a spy for the werewolves.

Lupine walked out of the dilapidated hut. In the sky, three groups of black mist descended on the door of the hut.

When Lupine saw clearly the identities of the three people, for a moment even a modest person like him felt a surge of anger rushing to the top of his head, and a ball of fire burned in his chest.

These three people are Death Eaters. The leader wears a mask so that no one can see his true face. The remaining two are Bella and his wife.

Bella and his wife are two of the most notorious Death Eaters. Many of Lupine's friends died at their hands, and they were still brutal!

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Lupine from the Order of the Phoenix? Didn't you often confront Fenrir before? Why are you back to the werewolf side now?" Bella said in a strange tone.

"The leader of the werewolves is no longer Fenrir now, and his career is different from before. Freaks like you can't understand it." Lupine thought of Dumbledore's commission, and their expressions did not change at all, and they suppressed The anger in my heart.

"Hmph, get out of the way."

Bella found that she did not break Lupine's defense, but instead felt a little uncomfortable due to Lupine's weird words. She wisely chose not to talk nonsense to Lupine, directly knocked Lupine away and walked towards the house.

The masked leader also walked into the room. Lupine looked at this Death Eater with some curiosity. If the Bellas could accompany him, this Death Eater must have a very high status. He needed to find out the identity of this person quickly. Just fine.

"My dear friends! Look at how shabby you are now. Really, why are you separated from me? You are like poor little dogs that can't find a warm home in the cold wind. You are about to freeze to death. ,Pitiful."

Bella still looked crazy, even if all the werewolf wizards in the room looked at her with evil expressions, she was still talking crazy words.

Barty Crouch Jr. wore a mask and walked up to the pale wizard like a ghost.

"Excuse me, what is your name?"

"I don't have a name. People here call me prophet." The pale werewolf wizard looked at the mask on little Barty's face, the expression on his face did not change at all, "Please sit down."

Little Barty stretched out his hand, elegantly but unyieldingly pulling the werewolf wizard closest to the prophet out of his seat, and sat on it generously.

"I heard that the people you sent to attack the factory were surrounded by Aurors and werewolf capture troops. This is a very dangerous moment. I think you need our help."

The prophet stared into Barty's eyes: "No, we don't need the help of Death Eaters."

"Our interests are the same, aren't we?" Batty Jr. persuaded patiently. He looked around at his former teammates. "The people in the Ministry of Magic are so arrogant. Only the great Dark Lord can save you from the fate of being discriminated against forever."

The prophet shook his head: "Our interests are not the same. Likewise, the Dark Lord is not the way out for werewolves. The way out for werewolves now is in another place."

Little Barty's expression was a bit ugly, although no one could see his expression now: "You mean, you want to go against the Dark Lord?"

"The Dark Lord is no more!" Lupine shouted. "He has been missing for more than a year!"

"He'll be back!" Bella screamed, taking out her wand and trying to attack Lupin, but was stopped in time by her husband.

"The Dark Lord will indeed come back." Although the prophet's voice could be heard by everyone, it always seemed weak, "But I know that the Dark Lord will not lead the werewolves out of the current darkness. The way out for us werewolves lies with another devil. In hand."

Little Barty doesn't want to give up the werewolf tribe. He knows very well that now is the craziest time for the Death Eaters, but these are all illusions. This is the final madness. The current Death Eaters are almost at the end, and they can't find black people. Demon King, everything is a desperate struggle, and now every bit of strength is crucial.

Especially dark creatures with powerful intimidating power like werewolves.

"The enemy of your enemy is your friend, isn't it? Think about what your lives were like when the Dark Lord was around?"

"Did the Dark Lord let you crowd into such a small house at that time? Did the Dark Lord at that time let those werewolf wizards go to some factory to die?"

"I think if Fenrir is still here, he will definitely fight side by side with us, because he is a true warrior! He has the blood unique to the werewolf race!"

Of course, little Barty added in his mind, he is just a lowly werewolf.

Most of the werewolf wizards present looked at Little Barty intently, and the expressions on their faces did not waver at all. Basically, these people were not attracted by Xiongan's words.

"I know your purpose here, Mr. Death Eater."

The prophet's tone was very calm. He stretched out his pale hand and pointed at Barty: "You need the power of the werewolf, but the werewolf also has the right to make his own decision and who he wants to follow. I believe they have their own choice."

"Those who are willing to join this Mr. Death Eater can choose to leave now. Those who are willing to fight for the werewolf cause with me, please continue to help me."

"Great!" Bella was ecstatic, "Your boss has spoken, come here quickly."

The more than 50 werewolves present looked at each other, and they all saw a trace of hesitation in each other's eyes.

"What are you waiting for? For his own benefit, this man casually sacrificed his fellow werewolves in the factory and allowed you to live in this place. Why should you hesitate?" Bella screamed at the top of her lungs. , it looked like she was the one who was betrayed.

The werewolf team was in commotion for a while, and finally only a few werewolves stood up and came behind little Barty.

This result was unacceptable to Barty.

As soon as he heard that werewolves were trapped in the factory by the Ministry of Magic, he was keenly aware that this was a good opportunity.

You can lead people to rescue the werewolf, increase your favorability, and then let the werewolf tribe continue to work for you and the Dark Lord.

However, the new leader of the werewolves in front of him somehow took the wrong medicine and refused to accept his kindness?

What's happening here?

Do they really want to watch all the dozen werewolves in the factory be captured?

This is really outrageous!

And there are actually so many werewolves willing to follow this guy?

Who is this person? Without strong personal charm, who would be willing to follow a guy who can kill him at any time?

Little Barty wanted to rebel here and take back control of the werewolf tribe.

But this werewolf that he had never seen before seemed a bit unusual, and little Barty did not dare to act rashly.

"Well, in this case, I can only express my deep regret." Little Barty stood up and wanted to shake hands with the prophet and say goodbye.

"Forget it." The prophet declined Barty's handshake, grinning with a scary smile: "The smell on your body is so sweet, I have to work hard to restrain myself, so this kind of contact is not good for us. It’s just too close for two people.”

Little Barty felt like he was being targeted by a poisonous snake, so he retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted, and walked out of the hut without saying a word.

"You? How dare you!" Bella was helpless and furious when she walked out of the hut.

The group of people left just as quickly as they came. After the five hundred ducks left, the room instantly became quiet.

"Then," the prophet stood up from his chair. His body was shaking slightly, but he could barely keep standing: "That's it for today's meeting. Let us mourn for those dozen brothers. Their sacrifices are valuable. , the meeting is dismissed.”

Lupine was about to leave and wanted to pass on the news of the Death Eaters' visit to the werewolf tribe to Moody, but was stopped by the Prophet.

"Mr. Lupine, please come to my room."

Lupine did not refuse, and had no way to refuse. He knew clearly how influential this prophet was in this simple hut.

The prophet's room is quite large.

Because this simple room has to accommodate many werewolves, almost every place has been cast an extension spell. The prophet's room looks only a few square meters from the outside, but once you walk in, you will find that it is unusually spacious inside.

The prophet's room was very simple, with simple layout and furnishings, only some rough and old furniture.

"Please take a seat, Mr. Lupin."

The prophet motioned for Lupine to sit down, and he sat on a box, playing with a strange-looking music box in his hand.

Lupine's eyes narrowed. This thing should be the music box that Moody told him could control werewolves' emotions.

This thing is also very attractive to Lupine. He is a werewolf infected by Fenrir. He will transform into an irrational werewolf every full moon night, and this thing can help him.

"Prophet, why did you call me here?"

The prophet put his long and messy hair back, and his feet were hanging on the edge of the box, dangling like a child.

"Mr. Lupin, your name has been known to me for a long time, so I would like to ask your opinion."

"My opinion, about which aspect?"

"Well, that's what happened today. I sent those dozen werewolves to the factory, but when they were besieged, I refused to save them."

Lu Ping was a little confused about the other person's thoughts and didn't know what language he should use to answer his questions.

"Well...I think no matter what, they are all the same kind..."

"This is a lie." The prophet interrupted Lupine very calmly, "My Legilimency tells me that you are lying."

Later, the prophet expressed his apology: "I'm very sorry, Mr. Lupin. I am a born master of Legilimency. I can easily hear the inner thoughts of people who have not practiced Occlumency to a certain level. This It’s not something I can decide.”

"Sorry." Lu Ping felt a little ashamed, his lie had been exposed.

"You think the people I sent out are all heinous werewolf wizards. Each of their hands is stained with human blood, so you hate them."

"Yes." Lupine began to use Occlumency intentionally.

"Those werewolves who followed the Death Eaters don't deserve your sympathy, do they?"

"...Yes." Although he was confident about his Occlumency, Lu Ping still couldn't bear to deceive the prophet in front of him.

"Very good," the prophet showed a pleased smile, "Then the remaining werewolves are all your recognized partners, right?"

"Mostly yes."

Lupine knew that most of the other werewolves in this room were dark creatures who suffered discrimination and struggled to survive in this world.

Many of them were like him, having turned into werewolves by accident, and in order not to implicate the people around them, they lived a wandering life just like him.

Although some of them have eaten people, they are basically self-defense and have never actively attacked others.

"Very good, Mr. Lupin." There was even joy in the prophet's tone, "In this case, can I trust you? Are you willing to work with us, for these poor people, for our irredeemable poor group, Fight together?"

Lu Ping felt that his emotions were somewhat aroused by the prophet in front of him, and he swallowed his throat: "Of course I am willing."

A gratified smile appeared on the prophet's face. He gently patted the box under his buttocks, as if to soothe something. The music box in his hand opened and played a burst of soft music.

This music is extremely peaceful, like the lullaby my mother sang to me when I was a child.

Lu Ping felt that his restless mood was relieved a lot.

The prophet closed the music box and said to Lupin sadly: "I still hope you can treat the people trapped in the factory as partners. Although they have committed unforgivable crimes, they sacrificed for us."

Lu Ping looked at the prophet's side face looking at the moonlight outside the window, and suddenly felt something bad in his heart.